post-ep "No Reason"
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No Reason
Summary: Wilson visits House after his ordeal.
“Bedside Manner” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
House opened one eye and saw Wilson sitting beside his bed
playing with his Game Boy. Opening the other eye, he also noticed
Wilson also had his legs up on the side of the bed, crossed at
the ankle.
“Comfortable?” House asked.
“Yes,” Wilson replied. “I’m practicing my impersonation of you.
How am I doing? Oh, wait, I need a bag of chips and General
Hospital on the TV.”
House ignored Wilson’s attempt at humor. He sat up on the
bed, wincing in pain.
“Careful,” Wilson said, turning his attention away from the
game and to his friend. “You’ve been unconscious for almost
two days.” He removed his legs from the end of the bed and sat
up in the chair.
“Two days?” House said, surprised. “And you’re just getting
around to visiting me now?”
“I’ve had patients to see,” Wilson replied, defending himself.
“I would have been here earlier-“
“They all have cancer. They’re dying. There’s nothing you
can do,” House commented.
“That’s usually what I tell my patients when I first meet
them,” Wilson said. “It’s a good ice breaker.”
“Give me that.” House reached out for his Game Boy.
Wilson pulled it just out of his reach. “You need to rest.”
“I’ve been resting for two days.”
Wilson passed House the Game Boy. “Do you remember what
happened?” he asked, leaning closer to the bed.
House pressed the button to start the game. “I was shot by some
crazy former patient of mine.”
“I guess so. At least that’s what I heard,” Wilson replied.
“Security got him to surrender and called the police.”
“If we had better security this wouldn’t have happened,” House
said, involved in the game now.
“Yes, that’s the reason why you were shot. It couldn’t have
been your bedside manner.”
“What bedside manner?” House said.
“Exactly.”
House shut the game off and set it aside. “Who operated on
me?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t read your chart,” Wilson replied.
“Was it Cuddy?”
“Cuddy?” Wilson repeated. “Why would she-“
“To do that experiment on me.” House pushed the covers aside
and swung his legs off the bed.
“What experiment and where do you think you’re doing?” Wilson
asked and got up from the chair, ready to help House walk, if
necessary.
“Getting up.” House stood up slowly from the bed.
“You had surgery,” Wilson reminded him.
“Not on my legs.” House took a couple of steps, but his leg
was still stiff and he still had to limp in order to walk. He
sat back down on the bed and sighed. “I guess it was a dream.”
“What are you talking about?” Wilson asked.
“Nothing. Never mind,” House replied. “Where’s my cane?”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Did I ask to go anywhere? I just wanted to know where it
was.”
Wilson sat back down in the chair. “I’m not sure. One of the
nurses took it away so you wouldn’t hit anyone with it.”
House swung his legs back onto the bed. “Which nurse?”
“I don’t know, but most of them don’t want to come in here,”
Wilson informed him. “I heard a rumor they were drawing straws
to see who’s the lucky one to get you on their shift.”
“A bunch of cowards,” House grumbled. “Show some compassion.”
“You shouldn’t use words you don’t know the meaning of.”
“Why did you really come in here? To insult me?” House
asked.
“Just trying to catch up after all the insults you hurled at me
over the years,” Wilson said with a smile.
“Okay, that was the third strike. Don’t you have patients to
care about?” House said. “I need by beauty sleep.” He rested
his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes.
“I don’t think-“ Wilson began.
“Shut up. I know what you’re going to say.”
Wilson got up from the chair and took a few steps towards the
door, but he turned back and stood at the end of House’s bed.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said before leaving the room.
END (1/1)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: No Reason
Summary: Wilson visits House after his ordeal.
“Bedside Manner” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
House opened one eye and saw Wilson sitting beside his bed
playing with his Game Boy. Opening the other eye, he also noticed
Wilson also had his legs up on the side of the bed, crossed at
the ankle.
“Comfortable?” House asked.
“Yes,” Wilson replied. “I’m practicing my impersonation of you.
How am I doing? Oh, wait, I need a bag of chips and General
Hospital on the TV.”
House ignored Wilson’s attempt at humor. He sat up on the
bed, wincing in pain.
“Careful,” Wilson said, turning his attention away from the
game and to his friend. “You’ve been unconscious for almost
two days.” He removed his legs from the end of the bed and sat
up in the chair.
“Two days?” House said, surprised. “And you’re just getting
around to visiting me now?”
“I’ve had patients to see,” Wilson replied, defending himself.
“I would have been here earlier-“
“They all have cancer. They’re dying. There’s nothing you
can do,” House commented.
“That’s usually what I tell my patients when I first meet
them,” Wilson said. “It’s a good ice breaker.”
“Give me that.” House reached out for his Game Boy.
Wilson pulled it just out of his reach. “You need to rest.”
“I’ve been resting for two days.”
Wilson passed House the Game Boy. “Do you remember what
happened?” he asked, leaning closer to the bed.
House pressed the button to start the game. “I was shot by some
crazy former patient of mine.”
“I guess so. At least that’s what I heard,” Wilson replied.
“Security got him to surrender and called the police.”
“If we had better security this wouldn’t have happened,” House
said, involved in the game now.
“Yes, that’s the reason why you were shot. It couldn’t have
been your bedside manner.”
“What bedside manner?” House said.
“Exactly.”
House shut the game off and set it aside. “Who operated on
me?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t read your chart,” Wilson replied.
“Was it Cuddy?”
“Cuddy?” Wilson repeated. “Why would she-“
“To do that experiment on me.” House pushed the covers aside
and swung his legs off the bed.
“What experiment and where do you think you’re doing?” Wilson
asked and got up from the chair, ready to help House walk, if
necessary.
“Getting up.” House stood up slowly from the bed.
“You had surgery,” Wilson reminded him.
“Not on my legs.” House took a couple of steps, but his leg
was still stiff and he still had to limp in order to walk. He
sat back down on the bed and sighed. “I guess it was a dream.”
“What are you talking about?” Wilson asked.
“Nothing. Never mind,” House replied. “Where’s my cane?”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Did I ask to go anywhere? I just wanted to know where it
was.”
Wilson sat back down in the chair. “I’m not sure. One of the
nurses took it away so you wouldn’t hit anyone with it.”
House swung his legs back onto the bed. “Which nurse?”
“I don’t know, but most of them don’t want to come in here,”
Wilson informed him. “I heard a rumor they were drawing straws
to see who’s the lucky one to get you on their shift.”
“A bunch of cowards,” House grumbled. “Show some compassion.”
“You shouldn’t use words you don’t know the meaning of.”
“Why did you really come in here? To insult me?” House
asked.
“Just trying to catch up after all the insults you hurled at me
over the years,” Wilson said with a smile.
“Okay, that was the third strike. Don’t you have patients to
care about?” House said. “I need by beauty sleep.” He rested
his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes.
“I don’t think-“ Wilson began.
“Shut up. I know what you’re going to say.”
Wilson got up from the chair and took a few steps towards the
door, but he turned back and stood at the end of House’s bed.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said before leaving the room.
END (1/1)