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April Fools' day, the day where everyone decides to play lighthearted jokes on each other, but for Wilson it's more like torture.
Every year when this wretched day comes, Wilson gets a torrent of pranks thrown at him by House. Some of them can be funny of course, but getting covered in glue then bird feed right when spring is starting? Yeah, Wilson was gonna beat it today.
But little did he know, House was going to be a bit more, let's say, childish about it.
Right when Wilson walked in the Hospital he looked around frantically, but nothing came, except Cuddy.
"I can't find House," she says, exasperated, "since he did come in early today, I assume he's planning some prank for us today,"
"It is that time of year it seems," Wilson sighs, "I'll find him once he starts said pranking,"
Later that day, around lunch time, House still hasn't came around to Wilson's office, or anywhere else he's been today. So the brown eyed man made it his mission to find the other.
Wandering around the hospital was pretty boring, he almost wanted for there to be a prank waiting for him. But alas he found nothing.
Until...
A puddle. A puddle of apple juice to be exact, with the box discarded next to it.
It could be from a child in the hospital, but he was nowhere near that wing!
It had to mean something...
Wilson jumped up a little when he heard a crash, it sounded like something wooden being thrown across the hallway floor.
Him being ever so curious, Wilson walked over to the dead ended hallway near him.
And he saw the other, House. He was sitting crunched up in a corner, of course with his right leg out. He could have thrown his cane out of frustration over a case. But he had teary eyes, and other miscellaneous items around him. Including a bucket, a pair of safety scissors, and colored paper; probably stolen from the children's wing.
Wilson knew exactly what this was, House was small, guessing on the arts and crafts probably around 8. But you can't really tell when he's crying over spilled apple juice.
Wilson being the best caregiver for House, he walked over to him and sat down.
"Hey bud, what's going on?" Wilson said in his best 'caring-father' voice.
"was trying to make prank for.. for you, but i couldn't," House sniffled, his voice more sad than usual. He never does a baby voice like other people would do in this state, it just gets smaller in a way.
"Oh, I see... why couldn't you do it?"
"stupid team trying to find me, and leg hurts.." House said, starting to cry again.
With that much information Wilson was able to put the pieces together. House was trying to get away from his team, spilled apple juice in the process, and over exerted his leg. Now that could make anyone cry, little or not.
"Okay buddy, it sounds like we need to get back home, so you stay right there while I let Cuddy and your stupid team know, okay?" Wilson expressed, trying to make his voice more animated and clear for his little buddy.
All the little buddy did was nod in agreement, he was probably getting tired of words, or just tired in general.
Wilson went to the team first, and he got the reactions you would expect. Foreman not caring, Cameron caring too much, and Chase just nodding along in the middle.
Once he got to Cuddy's office she was typing out some emails, the usual boss jobs.
She had a similar reaction to Wilson's, concern and a bit of ambition to help. But only the littlest bit; she was only a babysitter to House after all.
And once all of the getting home was over, House had a well deserved nap after his long day.