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[house_onthehill]

Who: House and Wilson
Where: Wilson's room
When: Day 40, post everything that's happened since then
What: Finding out what's got Wilson's panties in a bunch

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[manipulatvebtch]

When no more replies came through the journal, Wilson could only hope that that meant House was on his way up. He sat up, curled into the corner of his bed, hand placed carefully over the bandage covering the scratch on his leg. It still throbbed, but it hadn't looked infected, which was a relief to say the least. Who knew where those monkey claws had been?

His door opened then and Wilson's head whipped up. He held his breath, praying to anyone who would listen that it was House and that he wasn't hallucinating. He just blinked at him for a bit until House spoke. Then he launched himself off the bed and flung his arms around House's shoulders, burying his face into his neck. He didn't say anything, just took deep, steadying breathes as he fought the urge to cry. House wasn't going to put up with the hug for longer than ten seconds and tears would only make him leave. Wilson just couldn't handle that right now.

[house_onthehill]

Well, this was a surprise and House just stood there, arms limp to his sides. Slowly, he raised his hands up to Wilson's hips and awkwardly hugged back. He found the bandages and remembered he had stolen some ethyl alcohol from the new clinic. "Okay, not the response I was hoping for but it'll do," he quipped.

"Why are you acting more clingy than usual?"

[manipulatvebtch]

A sigh of relief left Wilson before he had a chance to contain it. Not only could he feel House, but he could feel House touching him back after a moment. He was real, he wasn't dead, he was standing in front of him and allowing Wilson to hug him.

He finally moved away when House started to speak and he sat back down on the bed, purposely not looking at House. He was going to be made fun of for this, but for the moment, he didn't care. House wasn't dead and really that was all that mattered.

"She said you were dead, or at least, that was the most likely conclusion. At very least very badly wounded. I... kinda lost it, but I guess you would've seen that bit on the television." Wilson blushed and looked down at his hands. It really hadn't been one of his finer moments.

[house_onthehill]

"She? Wilson, didn't you ever listen to your mother about not believing evil little girls or whatever this clusterfuck throws at you?" House scolded, wagging his finger at the still-sick oncologist. "I can assure you, the moment I die will be heralded by a Macy's Parade."

But until then, he was stuck with the brat who hugged back. "Did she tell you I was ripped apart by evil winged monkeys or something?"