Accidents (22/24)
Chapter 21
Chapter 22:
House walked into PPTH earlier than normal Monday morning. Wilson’s back was still painful so House thought it best to not allow the stubborn oncologist to drive in to work.
“House!” Cuddy called to him as she walked towards him. “You’re here early.”
“You’re observant.” House retorted continuing his walk to the elevators. “Wilson needed a ride in to work.”
“Is he ok?” She asked confused.
“Why would you assume he’s not?” He asked, his head slightly cocking to one side.
“Because, normally he can drive himself into work.” She answered logically.
“He’s fine,” House dismissed, “he should be coming through those doors right about,” he paused for a few seconds until he saw the beginnings of Wilson’s shoes, “now.”
On cue, Wilson stiffly limped through the door. He offered a warm smile at the nurse behind the help desk as he waited for his messages. “Morning.” He greeted while continuing up to his office.
“Morning,” Cuddy offered in return just before he entered the elevator. She turned around to ask House once again if Wilson was alright but the diagnostician had scampered away while her attention had been diverted.
“Dr. Cuddy.” The nurse at the desk called, grabbing her attention.
“Yes.” She answered walking closer.
“I found a few more messages for Dr. Wilson. I had accidentally placed them in the wrong area.” She explained shyly.
“Okay, so call him back and have him get them.” She responded, baffled why this girl (her nametag said Morgan) thought she should deliver them.
“I would but he didn’t seem to be feeling well and I hate to make him come back.”
“Not feeling well, what do you mean?” Cuddy asked a little shocked that he may be sick and she hadn’t noticed.
“Well, I’m not sure if it is true but he seemed to be walking stiffly; like he hurt his back and didn’t want to move it. Plus he’s still limping and I know it’s normal for him lately but I still feel guilty for making him walk too much; especially when half of his day is spent walking.” The young girl explained, a deep red filling her cheeks.
Cuddy could tell that she was embarrassed about the things she’d said (and perhaps for the way she studies Wilson) but she could also see that the girl seemed genuinely concerned for Wilson’s health which intrigued her since Morgan was bound to know that Wilson was in a relationship with House.
She thought about what Morgan had said and compared her observations with what she’d seen as well. Wilson had been moving rather stiffly and when he sees her first thing in the morning he usually stops by for a small chat before he goes to his office. The only times he really headed straight for his office was when he was hurting and, knowing him, wanted to hide it in case she’d tell him to go home.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” Morgan stuttered apologetically thinking she’d said something wrong, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll call his assistant and see if she has time to come get the messages.”
“No,” Cuddy objected realizing that the girl had been staring at her while she was off in her own thoughts, “it’s ok. I’ll take them. Thanks.”
She took the messages from hesitant hands and headed for her Head of Oncology’s office, stopping by his assistant’s desk to make sure that he didn’t have a patient right now. Knocking before she entered, she stepped into the tidy office to find the owner sitting rigidly behind his desk.
“Hey,” he said as an unconscious grimace crossed his face and his right hand snaked its way to his back, “what’s up?”
“Morgan at the front desk said that she’d found some more messages for you and asked me to bring them to you.” She offered, holding out said messages just out of his reach that he’d have to lean forward to grab them.
He looked at the messages curiously, “Oh, why didn’t she just call me and ask me to come back?”
“She said that you didn’t seem to be feeling well and she didn’t want to make you come back.” She told him still holding the messages out for him to grab. Though she wanted to put her arm down because it was getting tired, she wanted to see if he COULD reach for them.
Wilson eyed her suspiciously. He could tell that she was holding the papers JUST out of his reach on purpose to see if he could get them. “Well, that was nice of her but I’ll ask her to just call me next time.” He offered as he leaned over his desk and grabbed the messages.
Pain shot through his back making him hiss and grimace then go back to his rigid position. His cheeks burned with heat, he knew he’d been caught.
“What’s wrong with your back?” She asked pulling up a chair.
Wilson felt himself blush even deeper, “I pulled a muscle in it Saturday night.”
“If it’s still this painful, you should be at home resting.” She reasoned.
“It’s not that bad,” Wilson argued dismissively, “really, I’m fine.”
“Is there swelling? Have you taken anything for the pain?” Cuddy asked clinically though concern shone in her eyes.
“There’s a little bit of swelling but I’ve been icing.” Wilson answered knowing if he didn’t he’d never get rid of her. “I take Ibuprofen twice a day.”
Cuddy’s brows furrowed, “Why only twice a day?”
“I haven’t really needed it more.” He answered simply.
“But you will take more if you need it right? I mean, you were at home resting when you were only taking it twice a day.” She asked worried. She knew he had an aversion to pain medicine and wanted to make sure he’d take it if he was in pain.
“I’ll be fine.” He assured as his phone rang. “Well, time to get to work.” He offered by way of a hint after he hung up.
“Of course but let me know if you need anything.” She told him walking to his door.
“I will and thanks.” He said holding up the forgotten messages.
She walked out and headed straight for House’s office. He knew his friend was in pain and he still let him come to work so now he would be responsible for keeping an eye out for the oncologist.
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Wilson walked back to his office, offering a tight smile to anyone he passed and refraining from placing his hand on his hurting back. He had just finished meeting with his latest patient and wanted to get up and stretch a bit; a move he was currently regretting.
He stepped into his office and checked to see when his next patient was due to arrive, grateful that it wasn’t for another hour. He grabbed the pillow from his couch and lay down on the floor so he could stretch out his back that way instead.
He hadn’t meant to fall asleep but apparently he had since the next thing the oncologist was aware of his office door opened and smacked him in the head. “Ow!” He cried out softly, bringing his hand to his throbbing head.
“Dr. Wilson!” His next patient cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were on your floor. Are you alright?”
Wilson looked up, pained chocolate brown eyes meeting anxious green. “It’s okay Cecile, I’m fine. I guess lying on the floor in your office isn’t the best place to be.” He joked as he stiffly got up.
Cecile moved in to help him, noticing that he wasn’t moving with his normal grace. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered walking around his desk and sitting down. In truth, his head was pounding furiously and his back throbbed angrily but he wasn’t going to admit that to her. “So, how are you doing?”
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Cuddy walked into House’s office to find him sitting behind his desk, seemingly relaxing while stretching out. “You let him come to work?” She asked, the hydraulics of the glass door hissing closed.
“Chase AND Foreman owe me $100!” House said smirking.
“What?” She asked confused.
“We made a bet on how long it would take you to go into “mother-bear” mode. I won.” He answered with his eyebrows raised. “Wilson’s fine. He’s moving around easier than he was yesterday and there was NO keeping him home. You know how he is with his patients.”
“Just because he’s moving around easier doesn’t mean he’s not in pain and you could have refused to drive him in to work. I know you don’t have a problem staying home unnecessarily.” She countered.
“So you admit that it was unnecessary for him to stay home?” He asked.
“What? No, but it would be unnecessary for YOU to stay home which I know you would have done if he had stayed.”
“If I had refused to drive him to work, he would have driven himself which probably would have landed him in the ER. He’ll be fine. Don’t worry I’m keeping an eye on him.” House responded logically.
“Fine, but don’t think this means you get out of clinic duty.” She warned pointing a finger at him.
“How am I supposed to keep an eye on him AND do my clinic hours?” House griped, sitting up and taking his legs off his desk.
“Figure it out. We’ll be one doctor short so you have to be there.”
“Really? Who’s not showing up?”
“Wilson!” Cuddy explained confused how a world genius diagnostician could be SO dense.
“Please,” House scoffed, “you know he’ll show up for clinic duty.”
“No he won’t and if he does, he will be sent away and you will be called down early.” She threatened hoping it was enough to spur him into keeping his friend away from the clinic.
She walked out of his office before he could argue, leaving an annoyed House behind her. As she walked into the elevators she wondered how two grown men always made her feel like she was their mother instead of their boss and friend.
Chapter 23
AN: I apologize for taking SO long to update! I realize this chapter is rather short and, if I may say so, kinda crappy; my brain wasn't wanting to function near the end so I thought it best to end it where I did and try to make the next one better. I'm hoping to end this within the next two chapters or so so hopefully I figure out how soon. :winks:
Chapter 22:
House walked into PPTH earlier than normal Monday morning. Wilson’s back was still painful so House thought it best to not allow the stubborn oncologist to drive in to work.
“House!” Cuddy called to him as she walked towards him. “You’re here early.”
“You’re observant.” House retorted continuing his walk to the elevators. “Wilson needed a ride in to work.”
“Is he ok?” She asked confused.
“Why would you assume he’s not?” He asked, his head slightly cocking to one side.
“Because, normally he can drive himself into work.” She answered logically.
“He’s fine,” House dismissed, “he should be coming through those doors right about,” he paused for a few seconds until he saw the beginnings of Wilson’s shoes, “now.”
On cue, Wilson stiffly limped through the door. He offered a warm smile at the nurse behind the help desk as he waited for his messages. “Morning.” He greeted while continuing up to his office.
“Morning,” Cuddy offered in return just before he entered the elevator. She turned around to ask House once again if Wilson was alright but the diagnostician had scampered away while her attention had been diverted.
“Dr. Cuddy.” The nurse at the desk called, grabbing her attention.
“Yes.” She answered walking closer.
“I found a few more messages for Dr. Wilson. I had accidentally placed them in the wrong area.” She explained shyly.
“Okay, so call him back and have him get them.” She responded, baffled why this girl (her nametag said Morgan) thought she should deliver them.
“I would but he didn’t seem to be feeling well and I hate to make him come back.”
“Not feeling well, what do you mean?” Cuddy asked a little shocked that he may be sick and she hadn’t noticed.
“Well, I’m not sure if it is true but he seemed to be walking stiffly; like he hurt his back and didn’t want to move it. Plus he’s still limping and I know it’s normal for him lately but I still feel guilty for making him walk too much; especially when half of his day is spent walking.” The young girl explained, a deep red filling her cheeks.
Cuddy could tell that she was embarrassed about the things she’d said (and perhaps for the way she studies Wilson) but she could also see that the girl seemed genuinely concerned for Wilson’s health which intrigued her since Morgan was bound to know that Wilson was in a relationship with House.
She thought about what Morgan had said and compared her observations with what she’d seen as well. Wilson had been moving rather stiffly and when he sees her first thing in the morning he usually stops by for a small chat before he goes to his office. The only times he really headed straight for his office was when he was hurting and, knowing him, wanted to hide it in case she’d tell him to go home.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” Morgan stuttered apologetically thinking she’d said something wrong, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll call his assistant and see if she has time to come get the messages.”
“No,” Cuddy objected realizing that the girl had been staring at her while she was off in her own thoughts, “it’s ok. I’ll take them. Thanks.”
She took the messages from hesitant hands and headed for her Head of Oncology’s office, stopping by his assistant’s desk to make sure that he didn’t have a patient right now. Knocking before she entered, she stepped into the tidy office to find the owner sitting rigidly behind his desk.
“Hey,” he said as an unconscious grimace crossed his face and his right hand snaked its way to his back, “what’s up?”
“Morgan at the front desk said that she’d found some more messages for you and asked me to bring them to you.” She offered, holding out said messages just out of his reach that he’d have to lean forward to grab them.
He looked at the messages curiously, “Oh, why didn’t she just call me and ask me to come back?”
“She said that you didn’t seem to be feeling well and she didn’t want to make you come back.” She told him still holding the messages out for him to grab. Though she wanted to put her arm down because it was getting tired, she wanted to see if he COULD reach for them.
Wilson eyed her suspiciously. He could tell that she was holding the papers JUST out of his reach on purpose to see if he could get them. “Well, that was nice of her but I’ll ask her to just call me next time.” He offered as he leaned over his desk and grabbed the messages.
Pain shot through his back making him hiss and grimace then go back to his rigid position. His cheeks burned with heat, he knew he’d been caught.
“What’s wrong with your back?” She asked pulling up a chair.
Wilson felt himself blush even deeper, “I pulled a muscle in it Saturday night.”
“If it’s still this painful, you should be at home resting.” She reasoned.
“It’s not that bad,” Wilson argued dismissively, “really, I’m fine.”
“Is there swelling? Have you taken anything for the pain?” Cuddy asked clinically though concern shone in her eyes.
“There’s a little bit of swelling but I’ve been icing.” Wilson answered knowing if he didn’t he’d never get rid of her. “I take Ibuprofen twice a day.”
Cuddy’s brows furrowed, “Why only twice a day?”
“I haven’t really needed it more.” He answered simply.
“But you will take more if you need it right? I mean, you were at home resting when you were only taking it twice a day.” She asked worried. She knew he had an aversion to pain medicine and wanted to make sure he’d take it if he was in pain.
“I’ll be fine.” He assured as his phone rang. “Well, time to get to work.” He offered by way of a hint after he hung up.
“Of course but let me know if you need anything.” She told him walking to his door.
“I will and thanks.” He said holding up the forgotten messages.
She walked out and headed straight for House’s office. He knew his friend was in pain and he still let him come to work so now he would be responsible for keeping an eye out for the oncologist.
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Wilson walked back to his office, offering a tight smile to anyone he passed and refraining from placing his hand on his hurting back. He had just finished meeting with his latest patient and wanted to get up and stretch a bit; a move he was currently regretting.
He stepped into his office and checked to see when his next patient was due to arrive, grateful that it wasn’t for another hour. He grabbed the pillow from his couch and lay down on the floor so he could stretch out his back that way instead.
He hadn’t meant to fall asleep but apparently he had since the next thing the oncologist was aware of his office door opened and smacked him in the head. “Ow!” He cried out softly, bringing his hand to his throbbing head.
“Dr. Wilson!” His next patient cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were on your floor. Are you alright?”
Wilson looked up, pained chocolate brown eyes meeting anxious green. “It’s okay Cecile, I’m fine. I guess lying on the floor in your office isn’t the best place to be.” He joked as he stiffly got up.
Cecile moved in to help him, noticing that he wasn’t moving with his normal grace. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered walking around his desk and sitting down. In truth, his head was pounding furiously and his back throbbed angrily but he wasn’t going to admit that to her. “So, how are you doing?”
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Cuddy walked into House’s office to find him sitting behind his desk, seemingly relaxing while stretching out. “You let him come to work?” She asked, the hydraulics of the glass door hissing closed.
“Chase AND Foreman owe me $100!” House said smirking.
“What?” She asked confused.
“We made a bet on how long it would take you to go into “mother-bear” mode. I won.” He answered with his eyebrows raised. “Wilson’s fine. He’s moving around easier than he was yesterday and there was NO keeping him home. You know how he is with his patients.”
“Just because he’s moving around easier doesn’t mean he’s not in pain and you could have refused to drive him in to work. I know you don’t have a problem staying home unnecessarily.” She countered.
“So you admit that it was unnecessary for him to stay home?” He asked.
“What? No, but it would be unnecessary for YOU to stay home which I know you would have done if he had stayed.”
“If I had refused to drive him to work, he would have driven himself which probably would have landed him in the ER. He’ll be fine. Don’t worry I’m keeping an eye on him.” House responded logically.
“Fine, but don’t think this means you get out of clinic duty.” She warned pointing a finger at him.
“How am I supposed to keep an eye on him AND do my clinic hours?” House griped, sitting up and taking his legs off his desk.
“Figure it out. We’ll be one doctor short so you have to be there.”
“Really? Who’s not showing up?”
“Wilson!” Cuddy explained confused how a world genius diagnostician could be SO dense.
“Please,” House scoffed, “you know he’ll show up for clinic duty.”
“No he won’t and if he does, he will be sent away and you will be called down early.” She threatened hoping it was enough to spur him into keeping his friend away from the clinic.
She walked out of his office before he could argue, leaving an annoyed House behind her. As she walked into the elevators she wondered how two grown men always made her feel like she was their mother instead of their boss and friend.
Chapter 23
AN: I apologize for taking SO long to update! I realize this chapter is rather short and, if I may say so, kinda crappy; my brain wasn't wanting to function near the end so I thought it best to end it where I did and try to make the next one better. I'm hoping to end this within the next two chapters or so so hopefully I figure out how soon. :winks: