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House stood in the corridor, looking at the grains in the wood on the door in front of him. He lifted his arm and tapped quietly on the door. He knocked louder, and a minute later his was face to face with Wilson.
”What do you want House?” He asked, “it’s three in the morning,” he rubbed at his eyes before looking at the taller man, “Jesus, House what happened?” House lifted his hand, touching the small cut on his head that Wilson was currently staring at, he winced as it hurt more than he thought it would before bringing his hand down and looking at the blood on his fingers.
”I was mugged,” he finally managed to get out, Wilson put a hand on his shoulder and led him inside.
”You alright?” He asked.
”Yeah,” House replied, “I hit one of them with my walking stick and his friend pulled it out of my hand at hit me with it.”
”I’ll go grab something to clean you up,” Wilson told him, heading into his kitchen and searching for a first aid kit. When he came back he began to look at the wound on House’s head as the other man spoke.
”They stole my phone, my wallet, my keys,” he said, “and my bike.”
”Have you called the police?” Wilson asked.
”Yes, I used my back up phone that I had hidden away in case of a mugging,” House muttered sarcastically.
”Look it’s the middle of the night and I just woke up, I’m not quite functioning yet,” Wilson said as he bandaged up House’s head, “I’ll call them now,” Wilson picked up his phone as House laid down on the couch.
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House didn’t realise he’d fallen asleep until he was woken up by Wilson gently nudging him.
”Hey House, the police are here,” he told him, House sat up as a police officer entered his line of sight.
”I didn’t do it,” he said, holding his hands up and Wilson rolled his eyes.
”Even after having his belongings stolen he still tries to be funny,” Wilson commented.
”Hey, I don’t try I succeed,” House shot back.
”So Dr House, can you tell me what happened?” The policeman asked.
”It doesn’t really matter,” House said, “I know where they are,” The policeman and Wilson looked at each other before looking back at House.
”What do you mean?” Wilson asked.
“I have a tracker in my phone, it’s linked to your cell phone which I nabbed earlier while you were using your landline,” he pulled the phone out of his pocket and showed them the screen, the officer jotted down the address.
”I’ll go check it out and let you know what happens,” he told them before leaving.
”You couldn’t have said that earlier?” Wilson asked.
”Probably, but I wasn’t thinking straight, I’d been hit in the head,” House explained.
”But you were thinking clearly enough to steal my phone,” Wilson replied.
”My subconscious is a wonderful thing,” House told him.
”Your subconscious is as much of an ass as you are,” Wilson commented, coming to sit next to him, “wanna stay the night?” The oncologist asked, turning to look at House, their faces were only inches apart.
”I don’t have my keys so I can’t exactly go home,” House replied.
”True,” Wilson said, “still thought I’d ask in case,” House looked back at Wilson.
”Thanks for sorting out my head by the way,” House said.
”Anytime,” Wilson replied, reaching a hand up and touching the bandage on his head, House held his breathe as he felt Wilson gently touching him, his hand slowly moved down, caressing House’s face. House closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the warmth radiating from the man sat next to him and when he opened them again he noticed that Wilson’s eyes were looking directly into his. They were intense and beautiful at the same time and he found himself getting closer as if the other man had his own gravitational pull. The two men kept leaning into each other until their lips connected, they didn’t stay like this for long, both exhausted as it was now almost 5am.
“Let’s go to bed,” Wilson said as they parted, standing up and holding his hand out. House took it and followed Wilson to his bedroom, both getting under the covers before ending up in each others arms.
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They we’re woken that morning by a phone ringing. Wilson got up and went to answer it as House pulled the duvet over his head. Wilson came back into the room a little while later and got back into bed.
”Good news House, they found your stuff,” Wilson told him. House uncovered his face and looked at Wilson.
”Good,” he said, “now can I go back to sleep, turns out getting whacked in the head can actually make you quite sleepy.”
”Alright,” Wilson chuckled, turning to wrap his arms round House who snuggled into his body, falling asleep within seconds.