' House could you pass me the β '
Wilson coughed uncontrollably, covering his mouth with his elbow as he did so. He was laying in House's couch, chilling β If dying could be called that. Wilson had been feeling low, but really low, these last days, and that's why House had to take care of that dumbass.. He was sick and couldn't work, but at last it was a free day from work and House could attend his dying friend. Wilson had been having those abrupt attacks of coughing, and it wasn't pretty, since most of them had involved blood coming from his throat β Like now, where Wilson's chin and lower lips were stained red, while his white shirt on the elbow part had bugger stains β Since he coughed there.
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It wasn't pleasable to be ill, hell, with the amount of time he had worked in Prieston's hospital, maybe it was something from there. Wilson grumbled below his breath, another cough escaping his mouth. He had been feeling useless β He maybe even had a bit of depressing and low steem, but he still stood still in his mental health to be there for House, because he knew he needed him as much as he did. Wilson laid his head against the pillows that were placed below, being unpleased with his efficiency and lack of work. What would his patients be doing now that he was ill? It was a mystery. Wilson finally stopped coughing and he looked like if he had seen a ghost; His eye bags were too noticeable and his appearance was uncared for.
' β ... Just pass me water, please. '
Wilson asked quite hesitant. He was going to ask for Coffee just some moments ago, but the imminent blood that he, himself, had unconsciously coughed on his elbow and stained in his lips and really took him off. Wilson watched as House took a glass of water and handled it to him, his eyes flashed with an uneasy feeling and it was clear that he wasn't used at seeing House so. . . Friendly? Obedient? Or maybe he was just worried about House.. Always putting others above himself. Ridiculous, quite ridiculous if he were honest to himself.