Wilson had been noticing that House had been more.. Happy and calm, which had tickled the nervous of everybody who worked with House or was related somehow. Kurtner and Taub had come to Wilson, twice, so Wilson already could see that something was bad.

Cuddy and Wilson had already understood what happened: House was on her0in — Which made him more aloof and understanding.. And also took the pain away from him. It worried Wilson, so he decided to dash towards House’s office.

He walked through the halls, opening the door of House’s office and standing right there, with arms crossed as he awaited for House to wake up from his sleep. He seemed to be asleep, but something made Wilson’s senses feel like it was wrong.

’ House, hey, wake up. ‘

Wilson nudged House, placing a hand in his shoulder and shaking him a bit. Nothing, not even the slightest movement from him. House was laying in the seat beside the door to his office, his eyes closed and his hands above his chest while his breath was not audible..

Wait..

Was he even breathing?

Wilson quickly panicked: Was House breathing? If he wasn’t breathing — He probably passed away on the seat. Wilson made a sharp movement, hoovering over House’s body and placing two fingers below his chin, checking the pulse.

Low.

House was no breathing.

Wilson shook House off, grabbing him by the shoulders and then opening his buttoned shirt. He quickly grabbed one of House’s nipple and twisted it to wake him up, and then backed off as he saw House gasping and gagging as Wilson twisted his nipple and backed off.