"Was he puking?" (ch 4)

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Title: "Was he puking?" (ch 4)
Pairing: House / Wilson  
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG
Summary:  written in reply to the "adopt a plot bunny" by
chwheeler
"Would anyone care to write a lack-of-sleep Wilson? And from the lack of sleep comes... any sort of trauma. Just not a car accident! Ah, I know. Lack of sleep = breakdown. Which can lead to any other sort of trauma. Use your imagination!"


Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Reveiws and flames alike are welcome. (They make it look like i'm writing fast) final chapter people! sorry it took me so long to update this one. it's been written since august, but i was sick of typing stuff up... codysgirlkyla, if you read this, you may notice a line in here that is vaguely related to you. yes, it's in there on purpose. hope you're feeling better.

previous chapters:

1, 2, 3

As Chase walked to the hospital room House and Wilson were inhabiting, he found Cameron standing outside the glass door, watching them sleep, Wilson snoring deeply, House shifting painfully, barely under.


“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“They doing ok?”

“Wilson’s still tired, but he’s mostly ok. House...not so good.”

“It look like House is getting any better at all?”

“Well, he’s not getting worse. I don’t know otherwise.”

“Ah.”

“You going to tell me to leave?”

“You’re worried. You think I’m going to make you sit in the office alone?”

“Oh. No.”

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House gave a sleepy groan, turning onto his back.

Cameron withdrew, obviously not wanting to be seen and yelled at.

Chase stayed put, watching as House stat up, peered blearily at the iv display, sighed, and looked at the door.

House glared tiredly at Chase, but didn’t yell; choosing instead to watch Wilson. Or, more accurately, Wilson’s status screen, apparently not going to watching Wilson’s actual face while they had and audience.

Chase knocked on the door, holding up a patient file. House looked at it, then nodded tiredly. Cameron had to keep herself from protesting, and Chase glanced exasperatedly at her as he opened the door.


Cameron watched anxiously as Chase walked over, holding out the file. Then she frowned, as she saw that House didn’t reply, just nodded as he saw the label and took the file.

House flipped the file open, glancing between it and Wilson’s status box. Then Cameron understood, her annoyance at Chase fading, especially as she remembered that they didn’t have any patients.

House continued to look at the file as Chase set a small pile of medical journals that had arrived in House and Wilson’s respective mail on the table between the beds.        

When Chase turned back around, he found that House had dropped the file onto his stomach, closed his eyes, and pressed his head back into the pillows.  

Chase sighed, carefully picked up the file, and put it on the meal table to House’s left.

House opened one eye, saw what Chase had done, and closed it again. Wilson turned over, blinking sleepily at the other two doctors.

“Hey Chase. Morning House.”

Chase replied cheerfully, and House maybe nodded, maybe just shifted slightly.

 Wilson rolled his eyes and Chase went towards the door.


                                    
As Chase opened the door, he heard Wilson asking House how long he planned on keeping him in the room, and House mumbling a reply that was too quite for Chase to hear distinctly.

Cameron gave him an apologetic look as he passed, and he gave her a calm grin in reply.

She glanced in side at the two older doctors, before quickly crossing the doorway and falling into step beside Chase.


Cuddy sighed, worried about House and Wilson, but also about the general state of the hospital.

The entire oncology department was a mess, though they were handling the medical stuff fairly well, just all the staff was constantly stopping by her office to see if she knew if Wilson was doing ok.

The diagnostics department....

Well, Cameron was of course worried sick, but in an unforseen way, Chase and Foreman were also affected by the temporary loss of their boss. Foreman seemed to be missing the energetic arguments he had with House, and, in a rather House-like way, was taking it out on the less argumentative hospital staff. Chase, also surprisingly, had taken to sitting the differential room, staring at the empty whiteboard, occasionally scribbling the symptoms of a difficult clinic patient on it, then erasing them after less than a minute.

Cuddy wondered what would have happened to the diagnostics team if House really had been dying. Foreman might have done alright, after he had stopped being so irritable, but Cameron and Chase? She really didn’t know how the three young doctors had gotten so attached to their acerbic asshole boss, but the evidence was undeniable, they had *definitely* gotten attached.


House swallowed, his mouth dry, and squinted at the iv display. Of course, he was still maxed out, it wasn’t like Wilson would have gotten up in the middle of the night to lower it....
Oh, jeeze his leg hurt.... nearly as bad as during the attempt at a bypass... maybe he’s damaged some of the nerves when he tripped in the bathroom two days ago...

“Sorry.”

House lifted his head, looking at Wilson in a hazily surprised manner.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. For how I was acting before. I was being a total jerk, and you’ve just been trying to help me this entire time.”

“Oh. I hate to admit this, but I’m glad you’re back.”

“Back?”

“You weren’t you before.”

“I wasn’t me?”

“No, you were me, so I figured I had to be you, cus if you hadn’t been around, I would’ve killed myself, accidentally or not, years ago.”

Wilson looked at House, finding that the older doctor’s eyelids were flickering. House was only half conscious, and was having to fight to stay even that.

“No, I don–. Wait...uh, yeah...that sounds about right.”

“I’m glad.”

“So am I...I think....”

“House.”

“What?”

“Get some rest.”

“You.”

“I thought you said I was me again.”

“I did. I’m just still you as well.”

“That wont work.”

“Why not?”

“Cus I don’t need me. I got me married and divorced three times. I got me so exhausted that if you’d let me go home after the morphine thing, I probably would have fallen down the stairs on my way to my room. You kept me from falling down those stairs. I need you as much as you need me.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

Wilson had to smiled slightly at House’s answer.

“Of course it does. Now get some sleep.”

“You.”

“House...” said Wilson, sitting up to see if House was slipping farther under or just confused.

It turned out to be neither. House was grinning evilly at Wilson, eyes twinkling mischievously, pain lines around them still very deep.

“House....” said Wilson again, this time his voice had much less worry in it.

“Force of habit.” Wilson snorted, but stopped smiling as House’s eyes closed again.

“House?”

Wilson saw House’s Adam’s apple jump, and knew his friend was struggling to maintain his end of the conversation.

“A four day habit?”

“I’m...and addict, re-remember?”

“Yeah, to vicodin, not to being nice.”

“Th-that’s your...shtick, eh?”

Wilson laughed, nodding. “Yep.”

He waited for the next sarcastic comment, but it didn’t come.

“I’m not just saying that because I’m really high. Well, that’s the only reason I’m saying it, but it’s not the only reason I’m thinking it.

“I know. Christmas proved that. I’m not going to leave again.”

“Good, now that’s settled, I can go back to being an emotionally retarded asshole bastard.”

“You do that.” laughed Wilson.

Comments

[alanwolfmoon.livejournal.com]

anyway, hope you guys liked the story.
and that i didn't bore you all to death.

[platonios.livejournal.com]

We(<--actually that should be I! But I'm pretty sure there should be other readers who share my views so...) loved this story and didn't find it boring at all! On the contrary it was a thrilling one!
What absolutely sold me to the story was House on self-sacrificing mode for his Wilson! The fact he neglected himself to the point of exhaustion was an extra bonus for which I thank you even more.
Awesome, awesome, awesome...if only there were more stories like this!

[(Anonymous)]

Liked it - that's past tense. Does it mean that's the end?
I like it. It's funny and touching and definitely not boring. It could need another chapter or two *shameless begging :-)

[codysgirlkyla.livejournal.com]

I don't know how I missed this.
And I have the most incredible luck when it comes to my nerves....