Scooting the chair he was sitting on towards House, Wilson reached past the crutches for the bad leg. Anyone walking in would probably make rude comments but the gentle massage would hopefully help.

"Soon." He said, looking up at House with a soft smile of his own. "There's a bit of a full house in Rory's room and I want to check Jack...thinking about springing him out of here tonight. We're running out of exam rooms."

Eyes moved back to the leg as he worked damaged muscle with a loving, tender touch.

"But soon."