Secrets
Who: House, Wilson
Where: House's office
What: Wilson wants some answers
When: early afternoon, 29 May
Wilson handed the new orders to the charge nurse and turned away from the nurses station. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep, tension releasing breath, his first since leaving Cuddy's office that morning. Then he started walking.
He'd intended to confront...no, not confront. He'd intended to question House about Cuddy's gift and the fact that Wilson hadn't known about it right after talking to Cuddy. Unfortunately his schedule had had different ideas. The consult, followed by grand rounds and then a new admission with what was probably inoperable pancreatic cancer had taken up his entire morning.
Now, though, he had some time...which could probably be put to more constructive use than trying to figure out the way House's mind worked. The thing was, even aside from the fact that the unfathomable workings of House's warped mind were almost always more interesting than catching up on the latest drug trials, Wilson needed to know what the hell was going on. He needed to know why House was keeping secrets from him, why House was acting so...un-House-like. Maybe Cuddy was right; maybe it was nothing more than guilt. But he couldn't help the niggling thought that House was feeling guilty for something more than Wilson was aware of.
Wilson glanced at the conference room, assuring himself it was empty, before pushing through the door to House's office. He walked halfway across the room before planting himself in front of House's desk and planting his hands on his hips.
"I realize you probably get hours of entertainment from making me look like an idiot, but from my side? Not so fun." Wilson fixed House with a stern look. "So were you planning on ever telling me about your little secret? Or did you think it would be more fun to let me find out from someone else?"
Where: House's office
What: Wilson wants some answers
When: early afternoon, 29 May
Wilson handed the new orders to the charge nurse and turned away from the nurses station. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep, tension releasing breath, his first since leaving Cuddy's office that morning. Then he started walking.
He'd intended to confront...no, not confront. He'd intended to question House about Cuddy's gift and the fact that Wilson hadn't known about it right after talking to Cuddy. Unfortunately his schedule had had different ideas. The consult, followed by grand rounds and then a new admission with what was probably inoperable pancreatic cancer had taken up his entire morning.
Now, though, he had some time...which could probably be put to more constructive use than trying to figure out the way House's mind worked. The thing was, even aside from the fact that the unfathomable workings of House's warped mind were almost always more interesting than catching up on the latest drug trials, Wilson needed to know what the hell was going on. He needed to know why House was keeping secrets from him, why House was acting so...un-House-like. Maybe Cuddy was right; maybe it was nothing more than guilt. But he couldn't help the niggling thought that House was feeling guilty for something more than Wilson was aware of.
Wilson glanced at the conference room, assuring himself it was empty, before pushing through the door to House's office. He walked halfway across the room before planting himself in front of House's desk and planting his hands on his hips.
"I realize you probably get hours of entertainment from making me look like an idiot, but from my side? Not so fun." Wilson fixed House with a stern look. "So were you planning on ever telling me about your little secret? Or did you think it would be more fun to let me find out from someone else?"