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"Leave me alone," House had muttered soon after the infarction; Wilson knew he hated others seeing him in pain, seeing him so vulnerable, just as he also knew it was dangerous to leave House alone in this condition.
"You know I can't leave you like this," Wilson had responded, and therein lied the roots of their unique relationship. They'd known each other prior to the infarction, of course, but only as acquaintances - House had bailed Wilson out of jail, and they'd kept in contact, although only loosely. Now, however, Wilson knew he was all House had; his wife had just left him, and as supportive as Cuddy was, she was too busy to give House what he needed - a bond. Someone he could confide in, and trust to do the right thing when it was needed.
"It hurts," House had breathed, the agony clear as day in his voice, and all Wilson could think of to do was whisper a piteous 'I know', and watch as his soon-to-be best friend writhed in pain.