Vicodin or Me? (A Hilson RP) - Chapter 17

House called Wilson from home.

Wilson: *answered his cell as he packed up for the day* Hey, Greg. Wassup?

"Hey, baby. Just wondering when you are going to be heading home. I was thinking Chinese food, then fucking on the living room floor."

Wilson: *groaned a little then chuckled* U n ur wild kinky ideas. Cant u give ur "little brother" a rest for once? *packed the last of his things n made his way to the stairs, since talking in his cell in the elevator would cut the line*

"Head I didn't jump you this morning, you should be happy." He chuckled. "Just once, or twice."

Wilson: *shook his head* I just finished packing, going to the carpark right now. I'll be home in 10. Want me to get the Chinese for u?

"Naw. I already sent out for it. See you in 20 mins, and maybe the food will be here by then. Bye." He hung up.

Wilson: *hung up as well n made his way towards the car*

A man stepped out of the shadows. "James Wilson?" He asked.

Wilson: *looked up to see him* Yes? *recognizes him* Oh, its u...

He took a gun and pointed it at him. "Yes. Down on your knees."

Wilson: *held his hands up in surrender out of reflex* Woah! Wht the...Wht is this?

"I said down on your knees!" He yelled.

Wilson: A-A-Alright, alright *went on his knees* W-Wht seems to be the problem here? If its money u want, u can take it...

"I don't need you damn money." He pushed Wilson's upper half down on the ground. "Don't think of doing anything. I won't loose sleep over killing you."

Wilson: *fell forward n tried to struggle* Wha...Wht r u doing? Cant we just talk?

"You talked enough and Brent died. I an through with your talk!" He kicked him in his ribs.

Wilson: Agh~!! Brent died bcoz there's n-nothing I can do! His brain tumor was inoperable. I thought both of u understood tht

"Shut up." he kicked him again then pulled Wilson's pants and underwear down.

Wilson: Wht the...?! N-No!! Stop!! Wht r u doing?! *tries to struggle away frm him*

He put the gun to Wilson's head. "Stop moving or I will blow you head off."

Wilson: *whimpered a little as he stopped struggling, bt was fearful for his life* Pls...u dont hv to do this...!!

"Oh I do." He pulled his cock out with his other hand. "You took Brent away from me. Now I am going to take something from you." He pushed into Wilson, still holdin the gun to his head.

Wilson: *let out a scream of pain at the intrusion. He was not prepared for this, unlike House who always did n it hurt like hell* S-Stop!! No, dont do this!!

"You are going to live with this forever." He pushed the gun into his head. He started thrusting hard and fast, making him bleed.

Wilson: *despite not wanting to, he started sobbing as he screamed in pain n calling out for help*

"Yes, scream. No one will help you." He laughed as he continued. Ten minutes later he finished, coming inside Wilson.

Wilson: N-No~!! *felt tht hot seed filling him up n started sobbing*

The man pulled out and walked in front of him. "Strip." He put himself away.

Wilson: *shook his head, covering his face in shame n guilt*

"Up!" He cocked the gun.

Wilson: *cringed at the sound of the gun being cocked n did as he was told*

The man took his clothes and pilled them up and took a lighter out of his pocket. He lit the clothes on fire. "Look at me."

Wilson: *does so, trembling hard*

"No one will ever remember Brent. You made sure of that when you dismissed him. But everyone will know about us. I already sent a letter to the news paper and paid them to print the story. The cameras should be ariving soon. Tomorrow everyone will know about us. You will always remember me." he put the gun to his head, as Wilson' could hear some cars. The man pulled the trigger and blew his own brains out front of Wilson.

Wilson: *wanted to scream out for him not to do it bt he was too late as the deafening sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the carpark. The sight of his brains spilled everywhere, some got onto him sent him into shock as he just knelt there, naked as a baby n stared at the man's dead body, barely realizing cars approaching*

A guard came running. "Doctor..." He looked at the body on the floor. He called in for back up and a doctor to the parking garadge. He heard the cars stopping a bit away. he went to go make them leave. Right then Wilson's cell rang.

Wilson: *didnt answer it, too shock to evn move*

Taub: *came to see wht was the commotion n saw Wilson, quickly draping his own coat ovr Wilson n helped him answer the phone* Wilson's not available right now

"Taub? What is wrong." House stood up, getting his coat.

Taub: I'm not sure of the details, bt someone just decided to eat the gun in front of Wilson n...well, Wilson is less than decent right now

"Is he still at the hospitle?" He took the stairs, very slowly.

Taub: Yeah, we're at the carpark area, I'm on the way to take Wilson to a ward somewhere. Damn, there's a lot of cars, n how the hell did the press get here so fast...? Nvm my rambling. R u coming ovr?

"I will be there in 20 minutes." he closed the phone and hailed a cab. He didn't like the sound of this. He didn't care if Wilson wanted their relationship he would going to make it know. "Plainbro Hospitle, on the double."

*the cab driver nodded n drove there in a bit less than 20 mins*

House got out and hurried inside. He asked at the frot desk where Wilson was.

*the nurse directed him to the trauma centre at 4th floor*

House went up to the trauma unit. He knocked on Wilson's door. "James?"

Taub: *answered the door instead* Ah ur here, thank goodness. Wilson's been catatonic since the incident

House nodded and came in. "Can I talk to him alone?"

Taub: *nods* Sure. Be gentle with him. I've nvr seen someone, evn a doctor, react to a suicide in front of his eyes. Something else must've happened, evn worse *left the room*

House went over to him and sat on a chair near by. "James?" He asked again, very low.

Wilson: *was in a blank for a moment before he looked up at House, looking like he just died n came bk or something*

"James it is Greg. I am here." He reached out and touched his hand.

Wilson: *suddenly gasped n recoiled frm him, his eyes now looking like a frightened child as he seemed to quietly hyperventilate*

"James it's ok. It's just me." He backed away a bit. "Baby, it is Greg."

Wilson: *slowed dwn his breathing, bt slowly acknowledges House's presence* G...Greg...?

"Yes, baby. It's me. I called and Taub answered."

Wilson: *long pause* ...Why?

"Why what? Why did I call or why did Taub answer?"

Wilson: ....Both *was not feeling vry articulate at the moment*

"You where not home whe you should have been. I thought you here in traffic. Taub answered cause you didn't. What happened." He moved to hold his head again.

Wilson: *flinched a little bt didnt reject the touch* Its...Its this guy Fabio...A gay couple I used to treat...His partner Brent had brain tumor bt they found it too late. It was inoperable n he soon died, n...well, he just showed up n blamed me for Brent's death, and...and... *started shivering*

"Shh, shh. I think I know. The way you flinched just now. He raped you. That bastard raped you." He frowned.

Wilson: *bit his lip n hugged himself, unable to control his tears frm flowing* I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I betrayed u...!!

House took his shoulders. "You did nothing of the like. You know as much as I do that rape is rape. You where not willing. If you where willing a would be pissed at you, but since he raped you I am pissed at him. If he was not dead I would kill him with my bare hands."

Wilson: Wh...Wht if it reli is my fault? Wht if there was actually something I could've done for Brent? If I'd thought harder like u, I might've saved him. F...Fabio was right...It was my fault. I deserve this

"You do not. You don't desiver anything that he did to you. I know you. You do everything you can to save anyone. It was his time you could not do anything. He just had a crazy lover."

Wilson: Wht if ur wrong?! Wht if it reli IS my fault?! *started sobbing* He...He...reli hurt me...He just...forced himself inside me...and...and...he burnt my clothes...He had a gun to my head...!! I was so scared...!! *sobs evn harder*

House sat on the bed and held him. "Shh, I know it must of hurt. I wish I could have been there to stop him."

Wilson: *flinched a little at the hug, bt part of him needed tht comfort as he allowed it* He...He said he's been to the press...he said ppl will knw abt us...I dunno whether he meant me n him or him n Brent...bt...bt he went to the press...He paid them to print a story...n...I think...I think cameras took a shot of me...

"Shh, I will talk to Cuddy about getitng the story stopped. Don't worry about. But Wilson want us to come clean about our relationship to Cuddy. I don't want you to go threw this all alone."

Wilson: Bt...Bt wht would ppl say...? Wht if the hospital business gets affected bcoz of me...? Wht abt...u?

"I don't have a job, remember. I don't give a shit what happens to me. I only care what happens to you. The hospitle can not fire you. I will sue them."

Wilson: *nodded* Still...I'm...I'm sorry...

"No, you don't need to be." He held him close. "I will always be here, Wilson. I promise you I will push you into anything you are not ready for. I will be a good boy."

Wilson: *nodded n just leaned against House's shoulder until he slowly drifted off*

*a soft knock was heard n Cuddy soon peeked in*

Cuddy: *whispered* How's he doing?

"Not good. Come in, I need to talk to you about us."

Cuddy: *comes in n shuts the door quietly*

"Wilson and I are and item and have been for over two months."

Cuddy: *blinked for a moment, looking like she had forgotten to think before she sat dwn* Wow...I dont knw wht to say. I mean, I knw u guys r reli, RELI close friends bt I didnt expect it to be THT close...

"Now I need to talk you to you about something else. The man that was found near Wilson raped him. He also sent a story to the newspaper. I need you help to get it retracked. If they want money, they can have it."

Cuddy: Tht I'm sure I can do. Bt why did he rape him? Wht was his motive?

"The man's lover was a patient of Wilson's. He had a fatel brain tumor and died two months after it was found. He blaimed wilson for the man's death and now Wilson does too."

Cuddy: Oh yes, I remember reviewing tht case too. It was reli nothing we could do, n I'm partially to blame coz I told Wilson to call it off evn Wilson tried to convince me to look for alternatives. Now I feel bad for him

"We should not feel that way or Wilson will really blame himself. But what about Wilson and him being gay, will the board memebers fire Wilson?"

Cuddy: I dont think they would condemn anyone who is gay, bt it does bring a bit of a damper in the report. I hv heard of true orientations on some of the other doctors--n I'm not telling u who--n I nvr made it a rule to tell tht to the board members since I dont interfere with private lives as long as it doesnt affect their performances. I dont think I'm in a position to tell the board either abt u guys.

"Then we will leave that to Wilson." He slowly let Wilson down on the bed, and brushed some hair out of the way. "He will need some time off."

Cuddy: I understand. Take as much time off as he needs. In fact, I'll personally give him one-mth paid leave. I'll go deal with the press then *gets up n leaves*

"We will be leaving as soon as Wilson is able to. I am taking him away from this place, away from jersey."

Cuddy: *stops at the door n turned to him* Where would u two go?

"I don't know. I am just taking him from here."

Cuddy: *nods* Understood. *left the room*

House held his hand, stroking the back of it. "It will all be fine."

Wilson: *continued to doze, his hand tht was holding House' gripped a little tightly*