Buses and Best Friends (7/?)
Chapter 6
Chapter 7:
“Good morning Doctor Wilson,” a familiar deep bass voice greeted as the door to his room slid open.
Wilson looked up from the patient file he was reading, giving Jos a warm smile, “Good morning Jos. How are you?”
“I’m good, how about yourself?” Jos asked pushing the wheelchair close to the left side of Wilson’s bed. It was time for another sponge bath and linen change. This was James’ third one since the first which Jos didn’t mind because it allowed he and Daniel to get to know the friendly man.
“I’m good,” Wilson said cheerily as Daniel walked in with fresh linen in hand. “So whose turn is it?” he asked. He’d noticed that each man seem to be taking turns with giving him a bath and changing the bed. He had to admit that he found it a little odd but it gave him a chance to get to know the two men who would be helping him in and out of bed for the next few weeks.
Though he was being released from the hospital in a couple of days, Wilson still wouldn’t be able to give himself a proper bath or shower so during his last sponge bath he had asked Daniel if he and Jos were available for outside contracting to which the tall man and his friend had heartily replied that they were.
“Mine,” Daniel said almost proudly, “but Jos will still have to help you get out of bed. How’s your shoulder feeling by the way?”
“Help me get the immobilizer off and I can tell you,” Wilson suggested knowing that if he were to try to figure it out with the restraint on it would only cause pain to his arm.
Daniel threw Jos a look before shrugging and walking over to Wilson’s right. Expertly he loosed the immobilizer then carefully slid it off, making sure not to cause any pain to the patient.
Wilson sighed a breath of relief as the contraption came off and his arm was allowed to relax limply on the bed. Gently he began to rotate the shoulder, wincing only slightly when the movement pulled on still sore and bruised muscles.
“It feels better,” he admitted hopefully. He wasn’t particularly fond of being picked up like a child so if there was any hope that both men could merely assist him in getting out of bed, the oncologist was going to hold on to it with all his might.
Daniel raised an eyebrow then carefully placed one hand on the shoulder while he grabbed the man’s arm with the other. Slowly, he moved the arm up and down, tracking how the muscles and soft tissue felt beneath his fingers with the movement. After he finished with the arm, he held it close to James’ side then began raising it and lowering it back down in an effort to rotate the shoulder.
“Sorry,” he apologized genuinely when he noticed his patient wince and grimace. He released James’ arm and shoulder then stepped back with a sigh, “Well it is getting better but unfortunately it’s not enough for us to use it to help support you.”
Wilson grimaced as pain coursed through his arm and shoulder like a river. “Yeah, you’re right,” he conceded as he felt strong hands wrap around his side and under his legs. More pain slammed into him with the force of a shock wave exploding above his head and he had to grind his teeth into nothing to keep the groan that wished to escape in.
The longer he stayed in the hospital and healed, the more they tapered off with the use of stronger pain meds so that he could get by on nothing stronger than Tylenol 3 when he left. Unfortunately it meant that he needed to try to hold out as long as he could during the movement process so that he could get a stronger dose after he was re-settled and could get some much needed rest.
Swiftly Jos moved Wilson into the chair then began the process of stripping the bed. Much like Daniel, he’d much rather be the one giving the handsome doctor a bath but it was only fair to their bet to allow equal time with him. Though he hated to admit it, Jos actually suspected that James Wilson’s heart belonged to a completely other person.
He grimaced slightly as he thought of the person. There was jealousy under his grimace but it was more out of confusion and dislike than anything.
Jos thought of himself as an easy going, friendly guy, at least when he wanted to be, but no matter how nice he was, Doctor Gregory House was a pit bull waiting to bite the hand of anyone that got close to it.
Most pit bulls, Jos knew from experience, were not trained in such a way at all. In fact they were probably one of the friendliest breeds out there providing they had been trained right, but that man didn’t like anyone and tended to snap at everyone.
The only exception to this rule was the injured man currently receiving a sponge bath from Daniel. It was a curious relationship and one that almost the entire hospital was curious to dissect but none could get close enough. Those that were considered close to either Dr. House or Dr. Wilson didn’t feel the need to question the friendship so long as it kept their the taciturn, misanthropic diagnostician in a good mood and functioning.
“Where’s Wilson?” A gruff voice asked making Jos want to say Speak of the devil!
“Daniel’s giving him a sponge bath,” Jos answered in his deep voice. He had just finished changing the bed and had walked over to dump the sheets into the soiled laundry bin even though they weren’t really all that dirty.
House watched the man before him continue with his chore. He’d noticed a certain glint in the deep brown eyes when he’d mentioned Wilson’s name but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. “I heard he’s hired you two to help him when he gets out of here,” he began, hoping to coax the big man into more conversation.
“Yep,” Jos replied succinctly.
“Good, well I hope you don’t mind the mess.”
“What mess?”
“Oh didn’t he tell you? He’s living with me,” House lied easily, thoroughly enjoying the look of unease that crossed the big man’s face.
“He hadn’t mentioned where he would be living but I’m glad that he’ll have someone with him when we aren’t around,” Jos replied, giving House a look-down that clearly showed what he thought of the diagnostician’s ability to take care of the oncologist.
House sneered at the look, not wanting to show just how uncomfortable it made him. He could see the extreme doubt in the brown eyes but he could also see something akin to an irrational protectiveness. That’s when it clicked! This man had a crush on Wilson. The thought was laughable but House was oddly polite enough to keep it from bubbling to the surface.
Both men stood in their respective corners, each measuring the other up.
Despite the fact that Dr. House was a complete ass, Jos could understand what Dr. Wilson saw in him. His tall, slender frame was accented by the strong, toned arms which flowed out of a well fitting tee which was complimented by the loosely fitting jeans which accented his quite shapely ass.
His mind wandered to what it would be like to be in a threesome with the two doctors. He imagined James was submissive and eager to please while Gregory was feisty, domineering and more than willing to give whatever James would give.
Being between submissive and domineering, Jos thought he could do quite well with the two of them. If he was to EVER to a threesome that is, until now the idea hadn’t even a possibility.
“Is this a duel?” Wilson asked as Daniel pushed him out of the bathroom.
Daniel tensed as he saw House standing in the room but tried to remain indifferent. If there was ever anyone in the world that Daniel had to concede defeat to, he preferred it be to anyone but that man. He didn’t like Gregory House and quite frankly he thought that the fact that Dr. Wilson wanted to be with him was disgusting. But he had high hopes that he could change the oncologist’s mind, if not at least have the oncologist all to himself.
“Just marking territory,” House quipped with a smirk.
“Well, as nice as this hospital room is, I don’t really think it’s worth marking.” Wilson joked with ease. He was still hurting but the pain had eased considerably since his recent venture to the wheelchair so his sense of humor, what little of it he had, was beginning to return.
“Oh the room wasn’t what we’re marking,” House answered with a glint in his eyes.
Wilson felt his cheeks grow warm with a blush and he had to bend his head to hide the smile that crossed his face at the thought of House, and someone else too, “fighting” over him. It was a very nice feeling but he didn’t want his friend knowing that.
“I’m flattered,” Wilson quipped, “but I wasn’t aware that I was yours to mark.”
Now it was House’s turn to blush. Thanks to his stubble, the deep rouge was hidden well but Wilson could still see it in his eyes.
“Oh come on doc,” Jos laughed, his chest sounding like thunder, “everyone knows that you belong to Doctor House.” He offered a humorous glance at House, “or at least they should know that right?”
House raised his head, a defiant gesture though what House had to be defiant about, Wilson had no idea. “That’s right,” he agreed, more than happy that the big man seemed to have a sense of humor.
“However,” Jos continued, “you could learn to share.”
“If there’s one thing House doesn’t do well - it’s play well with others,” Wilson informed with an affectionate smile.
“Hey,” House cried indignantly, “I could learn.” He gave Jos a glance up and down, admiring the look of the man. He didn’t add what he was thinking but given the blush on both Wilson and Jos, he didn’t need to. They could both tell what he was thinking.
Daniel cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention, “Would you like us to get you back in bed Doctor Wilson or would you like to sit around for awhile?”
“I think getting back in bed sounds good,” Wilson answered tiredly.
Jos stalked over to his side with the ease and gracefulness that belied his size. Swiftly, the big man gently lifted Wilson out of the chair and into the bed. He placed the newly fluffed pillows in their appropriated places while Daniel injected a low dose of percocet into Wilson’s IV.
“I heard that you’re going to be living with Doctor House,” Jos informed softly.
Wilson turned a surprised look in House’s way, “I am?”
House rolled his eyes like the answer should be obvious, “You can’t go back to the hotel idiot.”
“Well I didn’t think that I would but I hadn’t planned on staying with you either.”
House rolled his eyes again and Wilson could tell that he was doing his best not to call him an idiot again. Instead of replying, however, the diagnostician merely leaned on his cane, hunching his shoulders.
“Well,” Jos said drawing the attention to himself with ease, “I just wanted to know when you wanted another bath and where we should give it to you.”
“Oh,” Wilson blushed, “I guess I will be at House’s apartment so he can give you the address,” House scoffed, “or you can get it from Doctor Cuddy. How does Saturday sound?” House once again scoffed. Why Wilson couldn’t go more than three days without a bath was beyond him.
“Sounds good doc. I’ll get the address from Doctor Cuddy and we’ll see you then.” Jos and Daniel left, leaving House and Wilson all alone.
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“He has a thing for you,” House stated nodding his head towards the empty doorway.
“I’m not the only one he likes,” Wilson returned sleepily. His eyes had begun to droop slowly but surely ever since the percocet had taken affect.
House scoffed. “Go to sleep Wilson.”
Wilson laughed weakly but was soon snoring softly
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House watched Wilson sleeping for exactly five minutes before he grew bored and left. Though he didn’t want to admit it he actually did have work to do including clinic duty. The idea of clinic duty made his skin crawl but now that he knew Wilson would be relatively fine he had no excuse for skipping it. None that Cuddy would take anyways.
Grudgingly he made his way to the free clinic which, as usual, was crowded with the usual sprains, strains and rhinoviruses.
He glared at every single person sitting in the over crowded waiting room then marched up to the nurse’s desk, smirking. “Eleven thirty am Doctor House checks in for clinic duty,” he announced jauntily.
“Thank you for telling me because I wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were there otherwise,” the on-duty nurse quipped dryly.
“Well I know how much your breed likes tall oncologists with puppy dog brown eyes so I didn’t know if you’d recognize a handsome man when you saw one.”
The nurse smiled politely, “If you find a handsome man, could you point him out to me?”
House was about to make a witty reply but the nurse smirked before shoving a patient file into his face and letting go making it absolutely necessary for him to grab the file unless he wanted to bend down and pick it up.
He smiled as she turned around and left to help someone out in exam room 3. He liked her. Sure Nurse Brenda knew not to take his crap but this one actually kept up with him almost as quickly as Wilson did. It made him want to test this new nurse to see just how much she could take however the disgustingly sick person next to him meant that it was time to do his job.
“So Mrs. Flabbergaster-“
“It’s Smith,”
“Whatever. What seems to be the problem today?” he asked casually as he sat down in the stool.
“There’s this pressure on the top of my head,”
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When House finally left Hell, he was in a crappy mood and hungry so he stopped by the cafeteria first for a Rueben before heading to Wilson’s room. He rolled his eyes when he saw the many people in the oncologist’s room, wishing him to take care and come back to work soon.
He waited impatiently outside the overly crowded hospital room, watching with disgust at the displays of flirting going on. He knew Wilson didn’t truly belong to him but that didn’t stop him from being 100% jealous when others flirted with what they should have known was his. He’d thought that there was something developing between he and the oncologist but maybe it had just been him since currently Wilson was flirting with every single nurse in his room not to mention the obvious flirting that was being done earlier with Jos.
Heat filled his cheeks and brightened his eyes at the thought of the sturdy, tall black man. He hadn’t actually given that much thought to him before today but now that an idea had started in his head, his hormones were beginning to run away with the idea.
“You could go in you know,” a deep voice suggested in his ear.
House startled and turned around to find the man of his thoughts standing not three feet from his side. “You know it isn’t normally considered couth to scare cripples,” he groused lightly, not even meaning the words.
Jos smiled. “And it isn’t nice to claim what isn’t yours,” he reminded easily, his brown eyes sparkling at the reminder of their earlier conversation.
“Fair enough,” House granted with a passive look. He turned his attention back to Wilson, “maybe I should make him mine before you do.”
“No need,” Jos replied easily, leaning against the same nurse’s desk that House was, “I can already tell that I wouldn’t have a chance in hell unless you were involved which I wouldn’t be opposed to.”
House shrugged and wrinkled his chin in a thoughtful frown, “Neither would I.”
Now it was Jos’ turn to start in surprise. That wasn’t what he had expected to hear at his admission. Sure he didn’t think he’d actually catch the diagnostician off guard and embarrass him, even if it was just a little, but he hadn’t thought that the older man would seriously consider doing anything with him, let alone sharing his most prized “possession” of Doctor Wilson.
Jos pushed himself off the desk and went into House’s line of sight, not missing the longing which lay just beneath the impassive look in the crystal blue eyes. Thinking it could be fun to see just how far he could push, Jos leaned in slightly, placing his hands on opposite sides of the crippled doctor, “Maybe we should practice a bit before we bring James into this. He is still healing and we wouldn’t want to hurt him in our haste.”
The slight burn of longing in House’s eyes heated up to a full grown flame at Jos’ suggesting, something which boded well for both men. He looked over the broad shoulder to Wilson’s room, noting almost sadly how Wilson hadn’t even shown that he’d seen House, then focused back on the willing man before him.
“Hope you like sauerkraut,” he said as he tossed the brown bag dinner to the waiting man. When Jos gave him a look of curious questioning he continued, “Because my breath is going to smell like it and my mouth is going to taste like it.”
Jos grinned, a black panther waiting for its prey, “I think we’ll manage.”
Chapter 8
Chapter 7:
“Good morning Doctor Wilson,” a familiar deep bass voice greeted as the door to his room slid open.
Wilson looked up from the patient file he was reading, giving Jos a warm smile, “Good morning Jos. How are you?”
“I’m good, how about yourself?” Jos asked pushing the wheelchair close to the left side of Wilson’s bed. It was time for another sponge bath and linen change. This was James’ third one since the first which Jos didn’t mind because it allowed he and Daniel to get to know the friendly man.
“I’m good,” Wilson said cheerily as Daniel walked in with fresh linen in hand. “So whose turn is it?” he asked. He’d noticed that each man seem to be taking turns with giving him a bath and changing the bed. He had to admit that he found it a little odd but it gave him a chance to get to know the two men who would be helping him in and out of bed for the next few weeks.
Though he was being released from the hospital in a couple of days, Wilson still wouldn’t be able to give himself a proper bath or shower so during his last sponge bath he had asked Daniel if he and Jos were available for outside contracting to which the tall man and his friend had heartily replied that they were.
“Mine,” Daniel said almost proudly, “but Jos will still have to help you get out of bed. How’s your shoulder feeling by the way?”
“Help me get the immobilizer off and I can tell you,” Wilson suggested knowing that if he were to try to figure it out with the restraint on it would only cause pain to his arm.
Daniel threw Jos a look before shrugging and walking over to Wilson’s right. Expertly he loosed the immobilizer then carefully slid it off, making sure not to cause any pain to the patient.
Wilson sighed a breath of relief as the contraption came off and his arm was allowed to relax limply on the bed. Gently he began to rotate the shoulder, wincing only slightly when the movement pulled on still sore and bruised muscles.
“It feels better,” he admitted hopefully. He wasn’t particularly fond of being picked up like a child so if there was any hope that both men could merely assist him in getting out of bed, the oncologist was going to hold on to it with all his might.
Daniel raised an eyebrow then carefully placed one hand on the shoulder while he grabbed the man’s arm with the other. Slowly, he moved the arm up and down, tracking how the muscles and soft tissue felt beneath his fingers with the movement. After he finished with the arm, he held it close to James’ side then began raising it and lowering it back down in an effort to rotate the shoulder.
“Sorry,” he apologized genuinely when he noticed his patient wince and grimace. He released James’ arm and shoulder then stepped back with a sigh, “Well it is getting better but unfortunately it’s not enough for us to use it to help support you.”
Wilson grimaced as pain coursed through his arm and shoulder like a river. “Yeah, you’re right,” he conceded as he felt strong hands wrap around his side and under his legs. More pain slammed into him with the force of a shock wave exploding above his head and he had to grind his teeth into nothing to keep the groan that wished to escape in.
The longer he stayed in the hospital and healed, the more they tapered off with the use of stronger pain meds so that he could get by on nothing stronger than Tylenol 3 when he left. Unfortunately it meant that he needed to try to hold out as long as he could during the movement process so that he could get a stronger dose after he was re-settled and could get some much needed rest.
Swiftly Jos moved Wilson into the chair then began the process of stripping the bed. Much like Daniel, he’d much rather be the one giving the handsome doctor a bath but it was only fair to their bet to allow equal time with him. Though he hated to admit it, Jos actually suspected that James Wilson’s heart belonged to a completely other person.
He grimaced slightly as he thought of the person. There was jealousy under his grimace but it was more out of confusion and dislike than anything.
Jos thought of himself as an easy going, friendly guy, at least when he wanted to be, but no matter how nice he was, Doctor Gregory House was a pit bull waiting to bite the hand of anyone that got close to it.
Most pit bulls, Jos knew from experience, were not trained in such a way at all. In fact they were probably one of the friendliest breeds out there providing they had been trained right, but that man didn’t like anyone and tended to snap at everyone.
The only exception to this rule was the injured man currently receiving a sponge bath from Daniel. It was a curious relationship and one that almost the entire hospital was curious to dissect but none could get close enough. Those that were considered close to either Dr. House or Dr. Wilson didn’t feel the need to question the friendship so long as it kept their the taciturn, misanthropic diagnostician in a good mood and functioning.
“Where’s Wilson?” A gruff voice asked making Jos want to say Speak of the devil!
“Daniel’s giving him a sponge bath,” Jos answered in his deep voice. He had just finished changing the bed and had walked over to dump the sheets into the soiled laundry bin even though they weren’t really all that dirty.
House watched the man before him continue with his chore. He’d noticed a certain glint in the deep brown eyes when he’d mentioned Wilson’s name but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. “I heard he’s hired you two to help him when he gets out of here,” he began, hoping to coax the big man into more conversation.
“Yep,” Jos replied succinctly.
“Good, well I hope you don’t mind the mess.”
“What mess?”
“Oh didn’t he tell you? He’s living with me,” House lied easily, thoroughly enjoying the look of unease that crossed the big man’s face.
“He hadn’t mentioned where he would be living but I’m glad that he’ll have someone with him when we aren’t around,” Jos replied, giving House a look-down that clearly showed what he thought of the diagnostician’s ability to take care of the oncologist.
House sneered at the look, not wanting to show just how uncomfortable it made him. He could see the extreme doubt in the brown eyes but he could also see something akin to an irrational protectiveness. That’s when it clicked! This man had a crush on Wilson. The thought was laughable but House was oddly polite enough to keep it from bubbling to the surface.
Both men stood in their respective corners, each measuring the other up.
Despite the fact that Dr. House was a complete ass, Jos could understand what Dr. Wilson saw in him. His tall, slender frame was accented by the strong, toned arms which flowed out of a well fitting tee which was complimented by the loosely fitting jeans which accented his quite shapely ass.
His mind wandered to what it would be like to be in a threesome with the two doctors. He imagined James was submissive and eager to please while Gregory was feisty, domineering and more than willing to give whatever James would give.
Being between submissive and domineering, Jos thought he could do quite well with the two of them. If he was to EVER to a threesome that is, until now the idea hadn’t even a possibility.
“Is this a duel?” Wilson asked as Daniel pushed him out of the bathroom.
Daniel tensed as he saw House standing in the room but tried to remain indifferent. If there was ever anyone in the world that Daniel had to concede defeat to, he preferred it be to anyone but that man. He didn’t like Gregory House and quite frankly he thought that the fact that Dr. Wilson wanted to be with him was disgusting. But he had high hopes that he could change the oncologist’s mind, if not at least have the oncologist all to himself.
“Just marking territory,” House quipped with a smirk.
“Well, as nice as this hospital room is, I don’t really think it’s worth marking.” Wilson joked with ease. He was still hurting but the pain had eased considerably since his recent venture to the wheelchair so his sense of humor, what little of it he had, was beginning to return.
“Oh the room wasn’t what we’re marking,” House answered with a glint in his eyes.
Wilson felt his cheeks grow warm with a blush and he had to bend his head to hide the smile that crossed his face at the thought of House, and someone else too, “fighting” over him. It was a very nice feeling but he didn’t want his friend knowing that.
“I’m flattered,” Wilson quipped, “but I wasn’t aware that I was yours to mark.”
Now it was House’s turn to blush. Thanks to his stubble, the deep rouge was hidden well but Wilson could still see it in his eyes.
“Oh come on doc,” Jos laughed, his chest sounding like thunder, “everyone knows that you belong to Doctor House.” He offered a humorous glance at House, “or at least they should know that right?”
House raised his head, a defiant gesture though what House had to be defiant about, Wilson had no idea. “That’s right,” he agreed, more than happy that the big man seemed to have a sense of humor.
“However,” Jos continued, “you could learn to share.”
“If there’s one thing House doesn’t do well - it’s play well with others,” Wilson informed with an affectionate smile.
“Hey,” House cried indignantly, “I could learn.” He gave Jos a glance up and down, admiring the look of the man. He didn’t add what he was thinking but given the blush on both Wilson and Jos, he didn’t need to. They could both tell what he was thinking.
Daniel cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention, “Would you like us to get you back in bed Doctor Wilson or would you like to sit around for awhile?”
“I think getting back in bed sounds good,” Wilson answered tiredly.
Jos stalked over to his side with the ease and gracefulness that belied his size. Swiftly, the big man gently lifted Wilson out of the chair and into the bed. He placed the newly fluffed pillows in their appropriated places while Daniel injected a low dose of percocet into Wilson’s IV.
“I heard that you’re going to be living with Doctor House,” Jos informed softly.
Wilson turned a surprised look in House’s way, “I am?”
House rolled his eyes like the answer should be obvious, “You can’t go back to the hotel idiot.”
“Well I didn’t think that I would but I hadn’t planned on staying with you either.”
House rolled his eyes again and Wilson could tell that he was doing his best not to call him an idiot again. Instead of replying, however, the diagnostician merely leaned on his cane, hunching his shoulders.
“Well,” Jos said drawing the attention to himself with ease, “I just wanted to know when you wanted another bath and where we should give it to you.”
“Oh,” Wilson blushed, “I guess I will be at House’s apartment so he can give you the address,” House scoffed, “or you can get it from Doctor Cuddy. How does Saturday sound?” House once again scoffed. Why Wilson couldn’t go more than three days without a bath was beyond him.
“Sounds good doc. I’ll get the address from Doctor Cuddy and we’ll see you then.” Jos and Daniel left, leaving House and Wilson all alone.
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“He has a thing for you,” House stated nodding his head towards the empty doorway.
“I’m not the only one he likes,” Wilson returned sleepily. His eyes had begun to droop slowly but surely ever since the percocet had taken affect.
House scoffed. “Go to sleep Wilson.”
Wilson laughed weakly but was soon snoring softly
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House watched Wilson sleeping for exactly five minutes before he grew bored and left. Though he didn’t want to admit it he actually did have work to do including clinic duty. The idea of clinic duty made his skin crawl but now that he knew Wilson would be relatively fine he had no excuse for skipping it. None that Cuddy would take anyways.
Grudgingly he made his way to the free clinic which, as usual, was crowded with the usual sprains, strains and rhinoviruses.
He glared at every single person sitting in the over crowded waiting room then marched up to the nurse’s desk, smirking. “Eleven thirty am Doctor House checks in for clinic duty,” he announced jauntily.
“Thank you for telling me because I wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were there otherwise,” the on-duty nurse quipped dryly.
“Well I know how much your breed likes tall oncologists with puppy dog brown eyes so I didn’t know if you’d recognize a handsome man when you saw one.”
The nurse smiled politely, “If you find a handsome man, could you point him out to me?”
House was about to make a witty reply but the nurse smirked before shoving a patient file into his face and letting go making it absolutely necessary for him to grab the file unless he wanted to bend down and pick it up.
He smiled as she turned around and left to help someone out in exam room 3. He liked her. Sure Nurse Brenda knew not to take his crap but this one actually kept up with him almost as quickly as Wilson did. It made him want to test this new nurse to see just how much she could take however the disgustingly sick person next to him meant that it was time to do his job.
“So Mrs. Flabbergaster-“
“It’s Smith,”
“Whatever. What seems to be the problem today?” he asked casually as he sat down in the stool.
“There’s this pressure on the top of my head,”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When House finally left Hell, he was in a crappy mood and hungry so he stopped by the cafeteria first for a Rueben before heading to Wilson’s room. He rolled his eyes when he saw the many people in the oncologist’s room, wishing him to take care and come back to work soon.
He waited impatiently outside the overly crowded hospital room, watching with disgust at the displays of flirting going on. He knew Wilson didn’t truly belong to him but that didn’t stop him from being 100% jealous when others flirted with what they should have known was his. He’d thought that there was something developing between he and the oncologist but maybe it had just been him since currently Wilson was flirting with every single nurse in his room not to mention the obvious flirting that was being done earlier with Jos.
Heat filled his cheeks and brightened his eyes at the thought of the sturdy, tall black man. He hadn’t actually given that much thought to him before today but now that an idea had started in his head, his hormones were beginning to run away with the idea.
“You could go in you know,” a deep voice suggested in his ear.
House startled and turned around to find the man of his thoughts standing not three feet from his side. “You know it isn’t normally considered couth to scare cripples,” he groused lightly, not even meaning the words.
Jos smiled. “And it isn’t nice to claim what isn’t yours,” he reminded easily, his brown eyes sparkling at the reminder of their earlier conversation.
“Fair enough,” House granted with a passive look. He turned his attention back to Wilson, “maybe I should make him mine before you do.”
“No need,” Jos replied easily, leaning against the same nurse’s desk that House was, “I can already tell that I wouldn’t have a chance in hell unless you were involved which I wouldn’t be opposed to.”
House shrugged and wrinkled his chin in a thoughtful frown, “Neither would I.”
Now it was Jos’ turn to start in surprise. That wasn’t what he had expected to hear at his admission. Sure he didn’t think he’d actually catch the diagnostician off guard and embarrass him, even if it was just a little, but he hadn’t thought that the older man would seriously consider doing anything with him, let alone sharing his most prized “possession” of Doctor Wilson.
Jos pushed himself off the desk and went into House’s line of sight, not missing the longing which lay just beneath the impassive look in the crystal blue eyes. Thinking it could be fun to see just how far he could push, Jos leaned in slightly, placing his hands on opposite sides of the crippled doctor, “Maybe we should practice a bit before we bring James into this. He is still healing and we wouldn’t want to hurt him in our haste.”
The slight burn of longing in House’s eyes heated up to a full grown flame at Jos’ suggesting, something which boded well for both men. He looked over the broad shoulder to Wilson’s room, noting almost sadly how Wilson hadn’t even shown that he’d seen House, then focused back on the willing man before him.
“Hope you like sauerkraut,” he said as he tossed the brown bag dinner to the waiting man. When Jos gave him a look of curious questioning he continued, “Because my breath is going to smell like it and my mouth is going to taste like it.”
Jos grinned, a black panther waiting for its prey, “I think we’ll manage.”
Chapter 8