Vicodin or Me? (A Hilson RP) - Chapter 9

House snozzed for a little. He then got up and dressed. He turned off the machines and walked out. He was able to sneek out of the hospile with out being seen.

Wilson: *was at his office finishing his last minute paperwork*

House took the bus to the air port where he called him mom to get him a ticket to home. After he made sure that the plane would leave before Wilson could get there. He called wilson's cell.

Wilson: *picked up the phone* Hello, Dr Wilson speaking

"Hey, babe. Hows work."

Wilson: House? Wht the...How did...Where are you?!

"A nice little joint on the outshirts of town." He heard his plane bing called. "Now listen. I will be fine. I am going somewhere very safe." He paused for a moment. "When you figure out that you love me more than a friends and as much as a lover. You will know where to find me."

Wilson: Wht? Wait, wht r u talking abt? House? House!

"See ya." He hung up and headed to his plane.

Wilson: House! Goddamit! *made a run for it to the airport, where he most likely be*

House checked in and boarded the plane. He knew the moment he got on he was going to hate it. Some stupid kid was crying.

Wilson: *drove at top speed, probably breaking speed record as he tried to reach the airport in time to catch House before he did something stupid*

The flight attendant told them to fashen their seat belts the plane was about to take off.

Wilson: *made it just barely, n wanted to see which flight did House take, evn tried to get to the boarding area, bt he couldnt go thru without a pass or ticket*

The was just takeing off. House leaned back in his seat. Four hours and he would be home with his mom. It was only his fifth time being back home since he left for college.

Wilson: *saw the plane leave n probably shouted at the air for him in vain, watching it leave in near horror*

House asked for a bit of alchol then tried to take a nap. He needed to get away, he just wish it could have been with Wilson. But Wilson didn't to make up his mind before that.

Wilson: *went bk to home, couldnt be bothered with his stuff tht was left at the office. How could House just leave like tht? Was it something he said? Was it bcoz he didnt feel the way House felt for him? Tht wasnt fair! Everything was happening so fast, n he couldnt just expect him to accept him as a lover just like tht! Why was House being so childish?*

In four hours House laned at the airport near his mom's. He took a cab to his moms.

Mrs House: *sees House's cab coming in* Hey Greg. Its been a while.

"Hi mom." he smiled at her. "Not too long."

Mrs House: Come on in. I made u some snacks *led him in the house*

"Thank you mom. But I would just like to rest. I also need to call someone."

Mrs House: Alright. I got ur room ready. Phone's at the usual spot

"Thank." he kissed her check and when to his room. It had not changed that much since high school. He sat down on the bed and goot the phone from his bed side table and dialed Wilson.