Wilson had been up late waiting for a call from House and up early waiting for a call from House, spending almost an hour on the phone each time trading the rapid fire medical jargon relating to Dorothy House's condition and then calming House down. Sometimes by coddling him, sometimes by being firm with him and not for the first time Wilson
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"Hello Dr. Wilson," he says, hopping right up on the front desk without spilling a drop of coffee.
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"Good afternoon, Jonathan, missed you on Wednesday. How did finals go?"
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"Let's not talk about it," he says, "I'm actually here for a kind of specific purpose. I umm, I'm leaving. At the end of the term. For good."
He looks down at his coffee as he says it swinging his feet in front of him.
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"Hope you have a good one also, Alanna." He said to the air and tucked the note into House's 'in-box' for the older doctor to see when he got back.
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"We are, actually. Home to Vegas for a week or so," he said with a peculiar smile. It was odd to describe Vegas as home, as he never truly set down roots there when he was a full-time resident. But it seemed somewhat appropriate now. "And then a few days in San Francisco after the New Year."
"And yourself? Are you going to be able to get away from the Clinic?"
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"'We' Dr. Grissom? Is the lovely Miss Sidle joining you then?"
Items in hand, he turned and nodded for Gris to make himself comfortable as he gave a gentle shrug.
"Actually, I don't know. House's mother had a heart attack a couple of days ago and he flew out to be with her. I might suggest he stay there over the holidays, I know he'll want to anyway in which case I'll stay here and hold down the fort."
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At Wilson's revelation, Grissom looked quite solemn.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure that if Dr. House is there with his mother, however, she is receiving the best medical care possible, and it helps to be with those you love," he said, trying to be reassuring. He rolled up his sleeve and continued, a little awkwardly. He'd grown to like and respect Wilson, and felt comfortable with him, and he had true sympathy for him.
"If there's anything I can do..." he trailed off, realizing most students would be a little creeped out having an ex-coroner fix their boo-boos for an afternoon. "I do have a 30 Year Old Laphroiag sitting around getting dusty."
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