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The whole week was a hell.
Not only did everything go wrong with the patient House is treating, that nearly died because of his wife thinking she knows better than the doctors, but also with the fact his team is full of idiots that cant figure anything out themselves. And on top of that, Wilson is ignoring him or, more likely, he didnt talk to him for almost two days and thats more than most of the times after a stupid fight.
He may have been a little too harsh, deep down he admits it, but he isnt the one to say that our loud nor apologize for it, who is he to do that, right.
...
But its weird that Wilson doesn't even spare him a single glance.
He isnt running away from him. Just anytime, in these past two days that House was in his proximity, he straight up acted like he was never there, Wilson made it look like House was just a speck of dust, so useless and unimportant to not even notice nor pay attention to.
House would come to his office, and Wilson suddenly had places to be. Avoiding House, who was standing in the doorway, just calmly walking out like the other wasn't there in the first place. When House came home, Wilson would either come after House had gotten to their shared place, sleeping on the couch in front of the TV or ignoring him. Has he driven the only person that he knew cared about him, to hate him as well?
No. That cannot be.
Just couple more days and it will all sure be back to normal. Thats how it always was. They fought, they made up, without so much as an apology or a proper conversation involved. It was that easy.
Fine. If Wilson wants to play like this then house will play his game.
Surely it won't fuck stuff up even more, right?
Another day goes by and no matter how hard he tries to ignore the other. He just can't help but let his gaze linger on Wilson for a second too long.
This sucked. He was starting to get even more pissed with his team because of this stupid, stupid, game if you can even call it that. The patient was not getting better at all, they got the wife to leave, she was doing more harm than good. But still, the damage has been done and the treatment for her husband will only take way longer than it was supposed to. And all the anger House had, not only from this case but also from Wilson's avoidance, has been taken out on his team.
Seriously, did he maybe like, overdo it? Will Wilson even talk to him again, will he just leave?
Houses fingers tap on the table as he stares up ahead on the glass doors of his office, he feels completely out of it. These past couple days have him stressing more than he wants to admit. Barely any sleep, barely any food eaten. He won't deny that the box cutter in his desks drawer wasnt tempting, but he promised, promised to Wilson he wont pick it up with that intent ever again. Wilson would be disappointed if he found out House has been neglecting himself like this.
That is, If he still cares.
End of the day come, Wilson went home early. That bastard. He didnt greet him at home, only got up from the couch and went to the bathroom to take a shower most likely. House was pissed, he threw off his shoes, coat and sat down on the said couch. He stared off to somewhere with some random show playing on the TV that Wilson was watching. He played with his came, waiting for Wilson to come back to the living room.
Wilson half expected House to be gone by the time he got out of the shower but as he opened the bathroom doors he has been met with House sitting on the couch being in his own world. He quickly turned away suddenly needing to walk away from the living room.
"Now now, you come back." House says to him, not looking away from that interesting spot on the wall above the TV.
"I- Im most certainly not going anywhere, you see i just need to-" Wilson had been cut off by House, who was getting up from the couch with a grunt. "Who's idea was it to buy a low couch like this.." He muttered to himself as he made his way towards Wilson.
"Why are you ignoring me?" The tone was a little bit different from Houses typical sarcastic and unserious tone, it sounded bit more like a stupid plea to know why Wilson wasn't talking to him and avoiding him. Wilson opened his mouth before closing it again. With a quick, "I have work tomorrow, i'm tired." Wilson left House standing there in the middle of the hallway. House stood there for couple minutes before giving a prompt nod to no one but himself and walking into his room.
House collapsed onto his bed, letting the cane fall to somewhere on the ground. Thats a problem for tomorrow morning.
The way Wilson was acting had him at a loss. Okay, it is his fault, he will admit it but why won't Wilson even let him at least apologize nor do anything else whatsoever.
House turned to lay on the side where his good leg is. This is pathetic, hes on the verge of tears just from his 'best friend' not giving him attention. He digs up his vicodin bottle and swiftly downs two at once. Looking ahead at his night stand, he gets ripped out of his thoughts with a small sob. Wow, now hes crying, truly beautiful. He almost feels pity for how pathetic he is right now. Might as well stoop even lower and just weep the whole night instead of sleeping. He grabs his pillow and buries his head into it, sobbing and sniffling silently. God, hes such a mess and he cannot even blame Wilson because he hasn't done anything wrong, He fucked it all up. Wilson is just taking a break, and then he'll surely leave.
The last time he remembered himself crying to sleep was ages ago. And yet, thats exactly what he did this night, which resulted in him getting no more than three hours of sleep. At least it was more than he gotten since Wilson started avoiding him like the hes the black plague.
Getting into the kitchen the smell of coffee hit his nose, upon seeing House, Wilson just got up, mumbled a "Off to work.." and with that he was gone. House reached out after Wilson, letting it linger there before retracting it back to his side.
After he had cried himself to sleep, had awoken even more tired than if he hadnt slept, and this had been the very first thing that happened in the morning, he broke down, again.
First tear came. He lowered his gaze onto the floor, keeping his face stern, and the dam broke, more tears came, one after the other, falling down to the floor and making a soft dripping sound as they collided with the cold floor. He sat down wiped his face, and made himself coffee with the leftover lukewarm water from when Wilson made his coffee.
House arrived to work aproximately thirty minutes late, he stumbled into his office tiredly. His whole team was there standing near the whiteboard looking at the new symptoms of their patient. Chase had spotted House and immediatelly rushed over to him, his mouth had opened and then closed right away as he took in the state House was. The eyebags under his eyes got worse and he had slightly red eyes, "What happened to yo-" Chase had been interrupted by House lifting his cane up to his mouth shutting him up quickly.
"Well isn't the patient more stubborn than all of you together." House snickered at his remark. "Well shoot, what could it be?"
"Have you slept at all..?" Cameron asked, to which House rolled his eyes and made a exaggerated gesture, "We're talking about the patient, not me, is that correct?". Cameron looked back to a paper on the desk infront of her and picked it up trying not to show concern. Chase chimes in with a similar question to which House rolled his eyes. Foreman looked at the two, brows furrowing. He turned his attentin back to House.
"Could there be even a small chance it's Lupus?" Foreman knew it was already wrong but the patient had at least one symptom that fit and they desperately needed the right diagnosis, before their patient kicks the bucket.
House stared at Foreman, "That would be a great guess if it was Lupus, but it isn't, haven't we learned? It's never Lupus-" he stopped mid sentence due to his pager going off, which was seconds after followed by the whole teams pagers going off, their patient flatlined. The team rushed over to the patients room meanwhile House stayed behind, he knows that they would have whatever is going on done before he'd even get there. So, he did the next most logical thing. He stormed to Wilsons office, barged in like he owned it, the other was staring. ".. Problem?" Willson asked placing his hands on the arm rests of his chair, getting ready to leave.
House makes his way over to him, pushing Wilson back into the chair, he stares at him, eyes slightly widened. "Can you actuallly stop ignoring me? It's getting lame, or are you like this because another girl ghosted you? If so, dont take it out on me." House pushed, angry and kinda desperate for Wilson to at least talk to him. And he did, "Get off me!" was the thing that came out of Wilsons mouth before he pushed house away and fled his office.
Well fuck, why does he always do that, why does he drive everyone away.
He makes his way back to his own office, locks himself in and draws the blinds. The dread of the whole situation that has been going over the past maybe week had once again crushed him, he sat down behind his desk and just let the tears fall, what can he even do when this is how it surely will come to an end.
His team tore him out of his state, he wiped his eyes and let them in, immediatelly they started discussing the patient again, throwing diagnoses left and right hoping to find the right one, even reviewing all the scans and tests they have done to see if they maybe missed something important. The day had just begun and it was already going like this, amazing. Normally he'd come to Wilson for a second opinion but he cannot do that now, not when Wilson may straight up hate him.
House was most of the day with his team or the patient, so he didnt even have the chance to go look after Wilson again.
That day, at night, they finally figured out what is wrong with the patient, the cure is working and they can go home knowing the patient wont just randomly flatline. House somehow still managed to come home before Wilson, he sat on the couch in the dark, he put his head into his hands and just started sobbing. He did deserve all this, he hurt Wilson and thats what he gets, but he could've at least told House he's done, not torment him this long, unless that's exactly what he want's to do.
With his state House didnt even notice the front doors opening. Moonlight lit the small space up for a split second before the doors were closed again. "House..?" That voice, and he still had the nerve to torment him further. "Just leave.. Thats what you we're going to do anyways." Wilson just looks taken aback by the comment.
"Since when are you making decisions for me?" Wilson asked, confusion evident in his voice as he made his way over to House, not even bothering to take off his jacket nor shoes.
House started trying to say something, but he barely managed to get a full sentence out, let alone something comprehensable.
"You keep ignoring me- I just- And i thought that.. Just-" The sobs and his breath make it hard for him to even get something out.
Wilson stands infront of him before getting down on his knees and taking Houses hands into his gently, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles, "You pissed me off, you really did. I just wanted peace and i woulnd't have that if i didn't constantly ignore you or avoid you. I wouldn't leave you.. you know.?" Wilson sounds like hes on the verge of tears now too. "I want to apologize for ignoring you i didn't think I'd make you feel like this-" he had been abruptly cut off by House.
"I started the fight, it was my fault.. I should be sorry. Please, never-" A pause before he resumed speaking. The next thing was said in a very quiet tone with his head hung low, which took Wilson by surprise, "Please dont leave me, never leave me.." has he really driven house to beg him not to leave? He knew House was mentally not so stable as much as physically but he hadn't expected him to get so attached and dependant on Wilson. Those are some serious abandonment issues, welp.
He will deal with it in the future.
Wilson just now realized he hadn't said anything back to House.
The silence felt so so loud, House felt his throat tighten when Wilson wasn't saying anything back, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Wilson was faster.
"I never planned to leave you, there's one big reason but couple more and- I mean i will tell you.. But just- I'll never leave you." The words maybe even shifted something in House, and the fact Wilson was now crying as well too. House smiled for the first time in some days now. That was great, Wilson smiled at him back. He got up from the ground and sat next to the other male. Well, Wilson knew he had to tell him, what better time than right now, isn't that correct?
Few minutes passed while they still both we're crying, in those few minutes they managed to get so close together to hug. Suddenly Wilson laid down on the couch, dragging House down along with him. House was, well beyond shocked, one might say. He had his head against Wilsons chest and could head how fast his heart was beating, it felt calming and nice.
"This is the time you confess or what? Thats always how it is in those soap operas." House jokes around, but seeing the way Wilson was biting his lip avoiding his gaze told him all he needed to know. Wilson drags a hand down his face "Well yeah, this is the confession time."
"I like you, and- Well I liked you for some time you know and like- I don't know just finally like, i have a reason to confess to you, you know.."
"I like you as well." Houses words we're serious, genuine. Wilson just stared for a bit and then grabbed Houses face pulling him into a kiss, it wasnt perfect, both still had faces wet with tears. But so what, it was their moment, and they enjoyed it, and they may have been kissing and hugging for the next hour or so, before finally deciding that sleep would also be a nice thing. They moved to Houses bedroom and practically threw themselves on his bed. That was also when House realized, he lost his cane somewhere, most likely in the living room but it still gave him a mini heart attack, not havig it on him.
He quickly forgot about the cane when Wilson pulled him to himself and snuggled close to him.
"I'm never leaving you, alright?" Wilson says quietly to House, to which he only replied with a small gentle kiss.
"And I'm never letting you, you sold your soul, hah."