House M.D. stuffs
Title:Delicate
Chapter: Conto (twenty-nine)
Rating:G
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! I know it, you know it, we all know it.
Summary: House is changed in a way that no one could have seen coming, and Wilson is left to pick up and take care of what's remaining. Can he handle it?
Warnings: sick!vulnerable!House, House/Wilson slash
Last chapter.
"Dr. Nolan will be in shortly. Please, have a seat." A young woman in scrubs gestured to the three armchairs in the center of the room, all facing inwards, around a coffee table. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"
"I'll have a coffee please." Wilson paused and waited for House to answer the woman, when no reply came, he turned to his friend. "You want something House?" Wilson asked as he took House's coat from him. House shook his head. "Then say no thank you."
"No thank you," House told the floor.
"I'll be right back with that coffee," she smiled genially at Wilson before closing the door quietly behind her.
"What is up with you today, House? I'm not used to having to remind you to be polite"
"Nothing's up with me today," he said quietly, sitting down on one of the armchairs.
"Could you at least-" Wilson stopped talking when the nurse let herself into the room, a coffee in her hand. He nodded and thanked her. As the door was closing, he resumed, "Could you at least act courteously when Nolan comes in?"
"I don't know what you mean." House frowned at Wilson.
"Don't make me remind you of your manners again, okay?"
The door to the office opened and Nolan walked in. "Dr. Wilson, Greg, it's nice to see you both here, finally. I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time." He sat down in the last empty chair and beamed at them. "Sorry I was late. I was a little held up - you know how things get sometimes."
"Please, don't worry," Wilson told him. "We only just got here."
"I see my assistant got you some coffee. Did you not want anything, Greg?" Nolan looked at House, but received no response. House stared blankly at him. "Greg?" Nolan leaned forward in his chair.
"House!" Wilson snapped, and House turned to look at him inquisitively. "Dr. Nolan is asking you a question."
"It's okay," Dr. Nolan put his hand up to calm Wilson. "Do you not like being called Greg?"
"No. I don't."
"Why is that?"
"Because."
" 'Because' is not an answer that tells me very much, House. Do you think you could elaborate for me?"
House turned to Wilson, who was picking at the plastic lid on his coffee. "Jimmy?"
"Mmm?"
"What does elaborate mean?"
"To give more information. Tell him more than just 'because'."
"I don't want to," House told the air.
"Why not, House? Are there bad memories attached to that name?"
"Not really," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's what my mom and dad called me."
"So why can't I call you that?"
"No one else calls me Greg."
"Okay..." Nolan sighed and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "So, do you want to tell me about your new doctor? I used to be your doctor, you know. I miss talking to you. You were a very good friend of mine."
"Her name is Dr. Burroughs."
"Mhm. I spoke to her on the phone."
"She and Jimmy don't always get along. Sometimes he gets mad at her."
"Why is that?"
"I think he thinks she wants to change me."
"And you think he doesn't want you to change?"
"I think he wants to change me."
Next chapter.