A/N its so funny I don't think that I am a very good writer but you would never know from all the wonderful reviews I've gotten! Again thank you and keep the reviews coming. Also I have no clue where I'm going with this story so if you have any ideas let me know! Thanks!
All House could hear was the sound of his heart thumping in his chest. His breathing was heavy and rapid. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk or if he should wait for Wilson to say something.
"Bad sushi again?" Wilson asked as his hand automatically went to the back of his neck. Wilson looked taller than normal to House, but that could be due to the fact that he was still on the ground. He looked worried very unusual for him. House had been sick before and Wilson wasn't worried or he never showed it. House still didn't know what to say. Wilson apparently didn't either. House motioned with his hands for him to help him up. He quickly made his way to his friend. He held one of his arms and gently pulled him up on his feet. Wilson bent down and grabbed his cane a handed it to him.
"Thanks" House whispered.
"You ok?" Wilson finally asked.
"Yeah think so."
"But why…?" he wasn't sure how to ask him.
"It's nothing" he said and as fast as a cripple could go he left the bathroom. He didn't want to have to admit that he was sick to Wilson. He made it back to his office. The walk seemed so much shorter when he wasn't about to spew his guts all over the hallway. He walked in and sat back in his chair. He still had no intention of going down to the clinic. Just then Wilson walked in. He should have known better than to think that Wilson would just go away.
"House are you sick?" he asked as soon as he walked in. Apparently he had thought of what to say on the walk back.
"No why?" House was playing dumb but erased the sarcasm from his voice.
"House" now Wilson was getting annoyed. He made his way over to where House was sitting. He moved his left leg off the stool so that he could sit there. "What are your other symptoms?"
"I'm fine" House argued.
"I don't think that you are qualified to make that decision"
"I know being a diagnostion and all" House said even though he understood what Wilson was saying.
"Stop it you know that the doctor can't play both roles as the doctor and patient you have to give one up. Before you say anything I decided that you're going to be the patient, so other symptoms?"
" Fine, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, sensitivity to light and sound, increased leg pain…" When House said that one Wilson started paying closer attention thinking it might be more than just a simple flu diagnosis. "loss of appetite, headache. I'm thinking its just the flu I'll be fine. You?" Wilson really didn't know that's how it sounds except for the leg.
"How long since you had a vicodin?"
"Well I just took one that's what made me sick just now, but last night since I had one that stayed down. I was up the rest of the night puking."
"So it started last night"
"and the pain is just because you haven't had any vicodin right?"
"No it started getting worse a few days ago can you get me something I cant hold down anything?"
"Fine but you get what and how much of it I give you."
"Anything" Wilson thought that he must be sick and in pain if he wasn't taking this chance to beg for stronger drugs. He got up went and pulled the blinds closed and the lights off. He exited and went down to get some meds for House. Cameron's head went up when she heard the noise Wilson was making. She saw him leave and walk down the hallway. She looked over to House's office but I was all closed up she couldn't see anything. She never saw him when he returned. He walked into his friends office. He gave him the shot. House never said a word. Wilson figured that he was almost asleep. He wanted to figure out what was wrong with him so he grabbed and empty folder off House's desk and went out into the hallway, and back in to the meeting room with his team.
"New case for you guys."
"Where's House is he ok?" Cameron asked Wilson she knew something was going on.
"He refused to take this case."
"Why?" now Foreman was interested.
"I don't know, why does House do half the stuff he does?" Now Wilson was getting annoyed. He changed some of the details of House's case so that he could tell the team and they wouldn't know that he was talking about House. "Thirty five year old male, a few years had a infarction in his left leg, comes in complaining of increased pain. Also he complains of nausea, vomiting, dizziness, sensitivity to light and sound, loss of appetite, headache I first thought that it was just the flu but the leg pain just didn't fit in, any ideas?"
"So this is why House didn't want the case the infarction reminded him of himself." Chase added
"That or we are talking about House" Cameron said to Wilson but she was the only one who thought this.
"No, it's not him so can we just get on with this ideas people."
"Fine some possibilities are just a really bad migraine or labyrinthitis" Cameron suggested.
"Yes they would explain the symptoms except for the leg pain." Foreman shot down both of her suggestions. "Maybe he does have the flu and just strained the muscle." Foreman suggested.
"Well if we're going with that theory than both Cameron and Foreman could be right. Chase any ideas?"
"What about a generalized anxiety disorder?" Chase just pulled the first thing off the top of his head because he was being put on the spot.
"That's the best that you could come up with? That would explain some of the symptoms but they are lasting for more than 20 minutes at a time, and an unconscious person doesn't have an anxiety attack. Well thanks I'll go run some tests and let you guys know."
"Why you're busy, and we're obviously not we can run them." Cameron was testing Wilson.
"No I can do it no appointments today." Wilson left and ran to a supply room and grabbed a couple needles and a few containers so that he could collect and test House's blood.
He returned entering House's office he looked asleep. Wilson walked over to wake him so that he could run some tests, but when he called his name he didn't respond odd he thought since House wasn't a very heavy sleeper. It also might be because he's sick so sleeping different. So then Wilson went over and grabbed his shoulder and started shaking him.
"House, House wake up!" Now he was getting worried he wasn't moving. He quickly checked his vitals and realized that he wasn't breathing. "We need some help in here he yelled."
Ok so this is where im ending this chapter sorry it took me so long to update I'm really busy!!! So let me know what you think of it keep the wonderful reviews coming PM's welcome too!