Wilson was whistling softly as he ducked back out of the BMW and set a collection of books up on top of the roof. He’d come back for the others a little later. Stepping back, he threw the door shut and set it to lock, alarm on and reached to grab up the books.
He was about half way across the parking lot when he heard his brother’s voice, huffing slightly out of breath as he came jogging up from somewhere behind him.
“Jimmy! Wait up a second I’m glad I caught you.” David was dressed head to toe in motorcycle leather, his brain bucket tucked under his arm as he jogged along.
Wilson fought the urge to sigh now rather then save it for later. His brother, showing up at the hospital… never a good thing.
“Hey there, Kiddo. What’s up?” Shifting the books in his arms, James tried to put an open and curious expression on his face when all he wanted to do was cut through the crap and ask straight up, how much do you need…now.“Uh, you look a little busy there, Jimmy… umm… did I catch you at a bad time?” David shifted from boot to boot
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“I can’t believe you, James Thomas! You have all this damn money and this damn job and you can’t even spare me a loan… A LOAN so I can get into a house and give my girlfriend some support with the baby and…you know what… fine… FINE, FUCK YOU
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You know, there were some scenes a boyfriend should not see, and Chase had a feeling that was one of them. He stayed in his car, however, watching James walk past House and towards the stairwell, clearly aggrivated beyond reason.
That would be a problem that needed to be taken care of ... later.
Now, there was something else. His eyes flicked back to David Wilson, and he stepped out of the Porsche, closing the door loudly enough to be heard as he moved towards the younger man. Glad that he was wearing another one of his good suits, a Brooks Brother in grey, his tie a subtle shade lighter that made his eyes seem like clear glass.
"You must be David." He said to the younger Wilson brother, as he scrambled to get his helmet.
David was bent down, fetching the helmet out from under the undercarriage of a minivan parked a few cars down from his motor cycle and still cursing his brother under his breath.
Straightening, when he heard his name, he took Chase in with a quick glance and blinked a little confused.
"Uh, yes... David Wilson... I'm sorry, do I know you?" His voice carried the same hints of velvet tones as his brother's just not as polished or as practiced, his facial features were a little bolder than James' classic lines and his eyes were a beautiful forest green, startling against his dark hair and the Wilson pale skin.
Shifting his helmet over to his other arm, he looked around, uncertain where exactly Chase had come from.
"Um... is this your car? I don't think my helmet damaged it any."
Chase certainly didn't look like he drove a minvan... but you never knew around a hospital.
House had just gotten out his car, heading towards the entrace to the hospital from the hospital garage. He'd grabbed some doughnuts that made his breakfast. However, familiar voices carried through, loudly arguing. House didn't even have to see, to know who they were. It wasn't the first time.
He checked his watch. Too early for Wilson to be leaving...so he obviously was coming in. No doubt, his best friend's younger sibling was here. Why? His mental question was answering as House just stood there, and heard why.
Footsteps came around the corner towards House and Wilson appeared. The diagnostician's eyes surveyed his friend; angry looking, jaw clenched.
House stood there, leaning on his cane. "Doughnut?"
"Not hungry, thank you anyway." Came the tight response and Wilson kept going heading for the stairwell.
He knew that House would take the elevator, his old friend needed to for obvious reasons but Wilson needed to work out the sudden influx of tension by attacking the stairs or he was going to end up snapping at someone who didn't deserve to be snapped at.
House didn't comment on it as he pressed the elevator door open. When it opened, he entered. Pressed the button, stood in the elevator, tapping his cane impatiently. His agitation was almost unnoticable, but it was there.
Wilson gave a soft huff as he cleared the last step and began to wrestle his way through the door onto the oncology floor.
Yes, climbing almost four flights of stairs with about 50lbs worth of awkward books had sucked some of the piss and vinager out of him... as well as a lot of his breath and he slid around the door, letting it close behind him before he leaned there for a second to catch his breath.
"Christ... I'm getting to old for this shit."
Whether he meant fighting with his brother or climbing stairs with 50lbs worth of books was anyone's guess.
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He was about half way across the parking lot when he heard his brother’s voice, huffing slightly out of breath as he came jogging up from somewhere behind him.
“Jimmy! Wait up a second I’m glad I caught you.” David was dressed head to toe in motorcycle leather, his brain bucket tucked under his arm as he jogged along.
Wilson fought the urge to sigh now rather then save it for later. His brother, showing up at the hospital… never a good thing.
“Hey there, Kiddo. What’s up?” Shifting the books in his arms, James tried to put an open and curious expression on his face when all he wanted to do was cut through the crap and ask straight up, how much do you need…now.“Uh, you look a little busy there, Jimmy… umm… did I catch you at a bad time?” David shifted from boot to boot ( ... )
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That would be a problem that needed to be taken care of ... later.
Now, there was something else. His eyes flicked back to David Wilson, and he stepped out of the Porsche, closing the door loudly enough to be heard as he moved towards the younger man. Glad that he was wearing another one of his good suits, a Brooks Brother in grey, his tie a subtle shade lighter that made his eyes seem like clear glass.
"You must be David." He said to the younger Wilson brother, as he scrambled to get his helmet.
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Straightening, when he heard his name, he took Chase in with a quick glance and blinked a little confused.
"Uh, yes... David Wilson... I'm sorry, do I know you?" His voice carried the same hints of velvet tones as his brother's just not as polished or as practiced, his facial features were a little bolder than James' classic lines and his eyes were a beautiful forest green, startling against his dark hair and the Wilson pale skin.
Shifting his helmet over to his other arm, he looked around, uncertain where exactly Chase had come from.
"Um... is this your car? I don't think my helmet damaged it any."
Chase certainly didn't look like he drove a minvan... but you never knew around a hospital.
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He checked his watch. Too early for Wilson to be leaving...so he obviously was coming in. No doubt, his best friend's younger sibling was here. Why? His mental question was answering as House just stood there, and heard why.
Footsteps came around the corner towards House and Wilson appeared. The diagnostician's eyes surveyed his friend; angry looking, jaw clenched.
House stood there, leaning on his cane. "Doughnut?"
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He knew that House would take the elevator, his old friend needed to for obvious reasons but Wilson needed to work out the sudden influx of tension by attacking the stairs or he was going to end up snapping at someone who didn't deserve to be snapped at.
And so he angled towards door to the stairs.
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WHen the doors opened, he almost zoomed out.
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Yes, climbing almost four flights of stairs with about 50lbs worth of awkward books had sucked some of the piss and vinager out of him... as well as a lot of his breath and he slid around the door, letting it close behind him before he leaned there for a second to catch his breath.
"Christ... I'm getting to old for this shit."
Whether he meant fighting with his brother or climbing stairs with 50lbs worth of books was anyone's guess.
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