It was dailight, and everything felt as if Wilson was on the outside for the first day in a lot of time — Even if he had only been in Jail for a day. He felt as if he was overwhelmed by the light outside and he had to squirm his eyes to be able to see correctly. Wilson groaned as he watched the man Infront getting ahead of him.

' Hey-! Stop. '

Wilson yelled while quickening his pace. He had been in jail for a day, but suddenly, a man bailed him out of Jail — He had seen him before, on the medical conference he assisted early ago, but why did he bail him out of Jail? He looked like an asshole who had no friends, so why did he save Wilson? It confused him. Wilson hardened his gaze as he finally matched the pace of that crippled man.. For having a dead muscle, he was pretty fast.

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Wilson couldn't quite pin point why, but he felt petty for this Doctor, Gregory House, was it? He was one of the members of the diferencial team of Princeton Hospital, where Lisa Cuddy was director. The last time Wilson saw this man was when they had the conference, and he didn't look really eager to hear everyone talk about anything at all. His gaze drifted towards the cane that House was using to move forward in the street, likely ignoring Wilson because of the eye roll Wilson could see House doing.

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' Why did you bail me out of jail? And — Why are you ignoring me after doing that! '

Wilson had thousands of questions, as young as he was (32 years) he was still curious about things.. Or at least what he couldn't answer with casual logic. Wilson frowned slightly, but his face just showed kind sympathy and a hangover thanks to his drunk night from when he punched and fought against one of the people inside the bar he was. He felt dizzy, his movements were quite humble as he continued to walk beside Gregory House. He felt a bit.. Heartwarmed, not because of the fact that this Doctor had the reputation of being an Asshole, no, but for the fact that he had wasted his time, and money, on bailing Wilson out of the jail.