Saturday
Title: Saturday
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 844
Rating: PG
Summary: After 5 x 24, Both Sides Now, with spoilers for 6 x 1, angsty
This is the continuation of Friday.
Disclaimer: Of course the characters belong to David Shore and company.
Saturday
He couldn’t sleep that night, even after all the pills. He just lay on the couch, in the dark, trying not to think about House. But that was not possible. All he could think about was House. He pictured him from the old days, when they used to have fun, but mostly he just saw himself, and House, from the last few tormented years. He saw House as he was, that last awful day, disappearing behind the bleakness of Mayfield.
But somehow the morning came, and he was woken up by the sunshine streaming through the windows. He got up, made coffee, and spent the morning cleaning every inch of the apartment, even though it was spotless, but there was nothing else he could do.
Finally it was time to go. He drove as fast as he dared, but then he slowed down, so not to get there early. He fidgeted with the radio the whole way, but he couldn’t pay attention to anything. House was there waiting for him, needing him.
Wilson arrived at exactly the right time, two o’clock. It was still sunny outside, but the sky had begun to fill with clouds. He took a deep breath, and made his way inside.
House was there waiting for him in the visiting room. He was seated at a table, facing the window, his head and shoulders slumped down. Wilson signed the book at the desk, the third time he had to sign already, and slowly walked inside. There were other people in the room, but he didn’t notice them at all.
“House?”
House stood up, and turned around. Wilson walked towards him, swallowing hard to try to get rid of the lump in his throat. He stopped as he got closer, and they both stood and stared. House looked the same, but different too. His hair was shorter, his beard was fuller, but his eyes were still cloudy, like they were that last day.
“House, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Shh” House whispered. “Sit down.”
Wilson sat down at the table, facing House, facing the door.
“House?”
House leaned closer to him, staring right into his eyes.
“Wilson, you have to get me out of here. Now. Today.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Shh” House whispered again, and nervously looked around. There was an attendant near the door, a tall stout man, watching everyone in the room. House leaned towards Wilson again.
“You have to get me out of here. Today. I don’t belong here. Everyone is crazy. I have to go home.”
Wilson stared at him. “House…” he said, sighing deeply.
“House….” Wilson repeated, then he sighed again. He stared at House for a moment, then he put his head down in his hands.
He kept his head down, he tried to breath. He rubbed his eyes, as if to stop the tears. Minutes passed by. The room grew darker, the sun was covered by the clouds.
“House...” Wilson whispered, but he stopped, the lump in his throat was suddenly too big.
Then a hand was on his shoulder, right at his neck. Wilson looked up. House was staring at him. Wilson blinked hard to see through the tears.
“I’m sorry.” House said softly. “I know you just want to help me. It was wrong of me to drag you here. It was wrong for me to ask this of you.”
Wilson closed his eyes, and rubbed his neck. He brushed House’s hand, still by his neck.
House gently squeezed Wilson’s shoulder, then he pulled his hand back.
“Wilson, how are you?” House asked quietly.
Wilson looked up again, House was staring at him, his eyes were now clear.
“I’m fine. Really. I’m fine. It’s just that….I miss you…”
House kept on staring…
“Gregory House!!!!!!!!”
They both jumped in their seats.
“Gregory House!!!!!!!
They looked towards the door, a large nurse was standing there, her hands on her hips.
“Greg, let’s go. You know, you’re not allowed visitors yet.”
House looked at Wilson again.
“Greg!!!!”
House shook his head, and stood up. The nurse approached.
“You better go” Wilson said, quietly.
House looked at him, then he turned around. The nurse was now right next to him, her hand on his arm. Wilson stood up too.
“House, it’ll be okay.”
Wilson watched as the nurse led House towards the door. House walked stiffly besides her, he didn’t have his cane. At the door he stopped, and turned back to Wilson once more.
“I miss you too.” House said, as the nurse pulled him away.
Wilson stood motionless for a moment, then he wiped his eyes. He took a deep breath, then he quickly went back to his car. He sat there for a while, not moving, barely even breathing, then he sighed, a long deep sigh, and started the car and drove away.
He drove home as fast as he could, or at least as fast as he dared.
The amber bottle was waiting on the coffee table. There were still some pills left, maybe enough for the night, and the next day.