Full Circle: Chapter Nine

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Title: Dean of Medicine

 

Sunday April 17; Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital; New Jersey; 10:00am.                

 

"I have patients!" Wilson yelled through the bathroom door at House. “I need to go to work."

 

He jumped when something hit the door and he guessed that House had either kicked it or swung his cane at it, ''You’ll get there when I do Jimmy.”

 

Wilson sighed and cursed himself for letting House take his keys. He wanted, no needed, to go to work and take his mind off his family. His mother's funeral arrangements had already been made; all he had to do was phone the funeral home. Though, none of that could happen until NCIS released her body.

 

He went back into the main room and sank down on the couch. He really hoped House finished his fake pampering soon, since he'd been in there for almost an hour. Antonio's face kept popping up in his mind, sometimes childlike, other times how he was when they'd seen each other ten years ago, and even the odd time when he'd been high.

 

He had an overwhelming urge to see his little brother again, probably because everything was going to shit, but still, he wanted to see him. He wanted to see David too, but for entirely different reasons.

 

"Time to go to hell-I mean work," House said suddenly.

 

Wilson turned to glare at him, ''I thought only the clinic was hell?"

 

House shrugged and dangled the keys, "Same thing. Taxi only runs once so you better get moving,"

 

He headed for the door and Wilson quickly scrambled after him, grabbing his briefcase and coat. He felt his head spin a little but ignored it and followed House to his car.

 

“Can I at least drive my own vehicle?" Wilson asked.

 

House just looked at him like he was under aged and stupid. Wilson threw up his hands in defeat and got in the passenger's side. House got in, pushing the cane in first and nearly hitting Wilson in the head.

 

Wilson just ignored him and stayed silent as House pulled out of the parking space and drove to work. House glanced at him every so often, wondering what had him so out of sorts since he usually commented on his not so law abiding driving. He weaved in and out of the available lanes dangerously, usually accompanied by a loud honk, but still Wilson stared straight ahead absently.

 

House grumbled and sped up, purposefully missing the turn that would take them to the hospital. He drove around like a maniac for several minutes before making an illegal U-turn, causing several cars to lay on the horn, loudly. He pulled into an empty parking lot and turned the car off.

 

That seemed to snap Wilson out of his daze. He blinked several times before turning to House with a glare. "I thought we were going to work."

 

House shrugged, ''I thought about that but decided we should get drunk instead."

 

Wilson growled incoherently and turned away. Opening the door, he got out quickly and slammed it behind him. Startled, House scrambled to get out as well. He hadn't expected that. What he wanted was for Wilson to tell him what was bothering him, because even though he had an idea, he wasn’t completely sure and he wanted to help.

 

"Hey Wilson!'' He yelled.

 

The Oncologist was at the far end of the lot, looking up and down the street to get his bearings. He had his hands on his hips, there was a cool wind ruffling his hair and coat and House could tell that he was prepared to walk at a very fast pace once he figured out the direction he needed to go.

 

House walked to him as fast as he possibly could, knowing and not caring that he'd be in a world of hurt later on. He had to fix the problem his overbearing sarcastic asshole side had caused because Wilson wouldn't talk to anyone else about his feelings or worries. He was the only person Wilson really talked to and he didn't want there to be any kind of rift between them.

 

"Wilson," House tried again, closer to him this time, but Wilson ignored him. He stared walking away and House, desperate, called out, ''James?"

 

Wilson stopped and turned to face him, ''What do you want House? I'm tired of you screwing around with me. I just want to go to work."

 

"Why so badly?" House asked walking closer but Wilson kept his distance. "You have patients, you always do, but you want to go to work more than you've ever wanted to before,"

 

"Does it matter?" Wilson asked tiredly, but still angry,

 

"Yes. Tell me what's wrong.” House pressed.

 

"My life is wrong!'' Wilson yelled, startling others on the street. “I want it to go back to the way it was last week where my only concerns were my patients and the next crazy idea you have to try on your patients. I just wish I could forget this week ever happened.”

 

House nodded in understanding, He'd had weeks like those too, the most recent one being his affair with Stacy. "I'm sorry. I'll drive you to work now.”

 

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.

 

Wilson was going through his paperwork when his door opened yet again. Already several nurses had interrupted him to give their condolences, even all three of House's underlings.

 

"Go away," he said without looking up. "Please,'' he added as an afterthought.

 

He was seriously considering locking the door as he was beginning to get annoyed with everyone distracting him from his much needed distraction. Cameron had been the worst. He’d never thought there'd be a day when he agreed with House that she was too compassionate, but today he did. She'd hugged him, asked him how he was doing and tried to get him to spill his heart out to her. The only thing that saved her in time from getting snapped at was House walking in to bitch at her for abandoning their 'dying’ patient.

 

Chase had spoken to him at the nurses’ station, nervous and not completely sure what to say or how much to say. It was awkward, on Chase's part, and House once again saved him by yelling at the blond from the other end of the hall.

 

Oddly enough, he appreciated Foreman out of all of them. The African American had said the typical 'sorry for your loss' then treated him as if nothing had happened. He’d talked to him as he always had and he found it refreshing.

 

“I want you to go home."

 

Wilson looked up at Cuddy startled. ''I don't need to go home.”

 

Cuddy closed the door and gave him a hard look, ''Do you not remember what happened when Chase was preoccupied with family loss? I don't want you to make a mistake I know you will regret because of your grief."

 

"You just don't want the hospital to suffer another lawsuit,” he replied.

 

Cuddy frowned, "You sound like House and when you sound like House I know everything is not as peachy as you want it to seem."

 

''I need to work.''

 

"No, you need to go home, grieve and give yourself time to come to grips with this." She stared him down, "This is not negotiable."

 

Wilson sighed, "Who's going to do my paperwork?''

 

"It can wait until you get back next week. I've already temporarily reassigned all of your patients so you don't need to worry about that.''

 

This time he growled, ''House was right: you are an evil bitch.”