' Good morning, sunshine. '
That dammed sarcastic voice.. So familiar that it hurt.
The world was spinning β Everything Wilson could see was blurry and too overwhelming.. The only thing he could hear correctly was House's voice. House was sitting not so far away, he was well-dressed, as if he had gone to the medical conference without Wilson β Which he did, and where he talked about Wilson's speech still impersonating Dr.Perlmutter.. So neither of them would be to blame.
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House fidgeted with his cane, bristling as he watched Wilson get up from their bed slowly and groggy.. He was definitely suffering the side effects of the drug that House had used to sleep him so he wouldn't do the speech and ruin his career. He would thanks me later, that was what House thought to himself after drugging his best friend.
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' You sleep as a trunk, if you ask me β The medical conference is over, so you can go over and pack your things, honey. '
House was being sarcastic once again, or maybe cynical? Just to avoid the main subject as always, nothing really changes in a person if you know how to look deep inside of them. House hadn't made his suitcase, nor he would in the next two days, because apparently, Cuddy needed more time because she was going to assist some meetings with other hospital's directors.. Maybe that would give more time for Wilson to tell at House for going to give the speech by himself instead of leaving Wilson to it.
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House had been giving it a second thought, and maybe, he had done the speech just to help his bestfriend β Not that he would ever admit such a thing, and it was nagging to know that he had done something that could be considered "sweet".. But either way he'll continue being a cynical bastard with a cane and pain. Nothing could ever change at all, and that was what House liked from his friendship with Wilson; The lack of change. Maybe he had drugged Wilson twice or more, but the other man continued coming back and the friendship never truly broke apart.. Good.