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Wilson had cancer.
It was scary for him, especially after he was told he had 6 months to live, well without chemo.
Wilson at first didn’t want any he outright refused, he saw what it did to his patients and their loved ones, them slowly slipping away, being miserable and in pain most of the time just to have a few days of happiness.
Of course when he told house, house did the thing where he’d just stare and not say anything, he normally did that when he didn’t know what to do. No humorous joke can help this. But when Wilson said about no chemo, house immediately said “no, you ARE having chemo” then it was an argument of Wilson saying it was his choice and house telling him “you have something to live for, your a doctor and a life saver” blah blah blah. Wilson tries to justify why, he tries to say what he’s seen. He was shocked when he heard the narcissistic, cold hearted doctor house say “well I’ll stay with you, I’ll make sure you’re fine, you need the treatment so you don’t leave me!”
“Leave you..?” Wilson looks at him with those stupid puppy dog eyes, surprised of what house said.
You can guess what happened next, house trips over his feelings, Wilson demands them out of him. And they make an agreement.
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What House didn’t expect that on Wilson’s first chemo treatment, that he had to help 4 nurses hold Wilson down because he was horrified of the needle, he nearly passed out when the needle first went in, the house had to make sure Wilson didn’t pull it out or look at it. He obviously made jokes after it, mocking Wilson’s fear of needles.
“Next time I’ll make sure we knock you out before so you don’t take someone’s eye out” he cackled
“Very funny, laugh it up” Wilson sits there, the nurse walks away with the empty chemo bag
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By the time for the second treatment, Wilson seemed weak, he could drive his car, house had to take him this time, again house had to wrestle him down, this time it was easier, house didn’t make joke till after the chemo finished.
He had to hold onto Wilson to walk him out of here
“Your mocking my crippleness”
He got a chuckle out of that one
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Skip to the 4th one, his cancer had been seemingly getting better, Wilson had to move in with house because he was getting weaker and tired, some of his hair was coming out. House didn’t have to wrestle him down, sometimes he’d stay the night in the hospital afterwards because of how weak he was.
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One night.
Wilson was on houses couch, coughing his guts up in a bucket, house is trying to find something to help him, digging through his cabinets, he’s probably got something. Reaching into the back of them, getting on his tiptoes, trying and trying. Until, the throwing up stops, he can hear Wilson’s breath quickening, house turns, there’s blood dripping down Wilson’s nose and mouth. Another thing house didn’t know, Wilson doesn’t like bleeding. Ironic for his work place.
House doesn’t know what to do, he panicking because Wilson’s panicking but Wilson’s panicking because of the blood and because house is panicking
“Okay…hospital, great that we work there, c’mon”
TBC