“Oh, shit,” Chase murmured.

No one knew quite how it had started. An offhand comment taken too far, a practical joke in the wrong place, maybe even just a sidelong glance. Left to fester for a couple of tension-filled days… and now this. Wilson and House. On the floor. Faces contorted with anger and pain. Beating the shit out of each other. Both men were injured by this point - Wilson concussed from having his head slammed into the floor, House’s nose broken and bloody - but they showed no signs of stopping. They were too angry.

Wilson was on top now, returning the favour from earlier and slamming House’s head into the floor. Except he didn’t just do it once, but multiple times, until House’s ears were ringing and he couldn’t see straight. Black spots danced at the edge of his vision, and he shook his head reflexively to clear it. The injury didn’t stop him from pushing Wilson off him and yanking his arm backwards until Wilson actually cried out in pain as House felt the muscle tear under his grip. House didn’t feel guilty. Neither of them were really feeling anything but pain and rage at this point.

Chase, Foreman and Cameron were watching in horror and morbid fascination. Foreman’s arm was bleeding from where he’d tried to intervene. None of them were making any attempts to try and stop the brawl - there was no point. They’d just get injured. And in any case, it was rather entertaining. Chase even had a slightly sadistic grin on his face. This was quite amusing to him, understandably. His boss was kind of a dick, and it was nice to see him humbled for a change.

Except he was no longer being humbled — he was on top of Wilson, punching him in the face. Wilson was making little noises of agony, but House wasn’t stopping. The three watched in mild horror, transfixed, until a sharp voice broke them out of their daze.

“What in the ever-loving hell is going on here?!” Cuddy’s sharp, angry voice cut through the air. House’s fellows immediately stood up taller. The men on the ground didn’t even blink - they probably couldn’t even hear her, blinded by pain and rage and half-deaf from TBIs. None of the fellows answered her.

Cuddy rolled her eyes in exasperation and anger, and motioned for House’s fellows to help her pull the men apart. House was still totally out of his mind with rage, so it took Cuddy, Chase and Foreman to get him off Wilson - and even then, it was a struggle. Cameron pulled Wilson away, but she really didn’t need to — he was half-conscious by this point, eyes glassy and dazed but no less angry. He went willingly, allowing her to manhandle him. He was too exhausted to do much else.

Cuddy looked down at the two, House panting and shaking with rage, Wilson concussed to all hell and limp in Cameron’s arms, and spat out, “My office. Now.”