Nov 27, 2010 02:04
As Wilson walked the same path toward his office, he couldn't help feeling like he would just be stuck in this same wacky position for forever. He knew that he was being melodramatic and ridiculous, and that he really hadn't been here all that long in the first place, but there was just so much that was odd about the job and that made him wonder why the hell House had left him here -- and wasn't even answering his calls.
But he was no conspiracy theorist, and he just needed to take it one day at a time, even if he tended to count down the days until he left. Of course, he didn't have a concrete date, but...
The good thing was that this morning he would be seeing Max Vyer, or ZEX, who was one of his most longstanding patients. It was always good to have someone who he could see more than a few times, but it was also depressing if it turned out that Max was only doing worse and worse as the days went by. Granted, he knew that with any ailment, physical or mental, people tended to get worse before they got better, and so he just needed to be patient.
Easier said than done, of course, but he got situated in his office nonetheless and waited for the man to show up.
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