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Evening Clinic Hours Tues 11/29

Returning from town, House went through the small apartment, pausing in the kitchen to take his meds, then headed off to the clinic. He hadn't worked for more than a week, not since he'd treated Rory and strained his leg. As much as he hated to admit it (and would likely not admit it if asked) he missed it.

His leg ached a little from he chill, and hoped the nausea creeping up on him was from being out in the cold as well. He set a pot of coffee to brew, Wilson's special Christmas blend. The sweet aroma filled the small waiting area pretty quickly, and House sat at the desk with a red lolly and a couple files. His eyes flickered to the side, to The Pill Book sitting like a beacon on he end of the desk.

He reached over to finger the cover, and sighed.

[OOC: He's going to start feeling rotten again, so if you stop by, he may be testy. His bark is far worse than his bite, though, so... OOC the second, mun will be AFK from 9-10 eastern for canon]

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When he didn't find House in the apartment, Wilson felt his adrenaline jump with a hint of illogical panic. He knew the man had to be out, trying to shake off the cabin fever that was driving House mad, especially in the past few days but still.

He'd been about to turn around and head right back out the door when it dawned on him that the wise thing to do would be to check the Clinic first.

Laughable as that might seem.

Still, the oncologist voice rang out, worry coloring his tone as the door shut a little harder than he'd intended it to.

"House!?"

House looked up, blinking at the flourescent lighting. "Wilson!" He bellowed in response, not quite mocking but probably a very thin line from it.

He stood, carefully, to meet Wilson as he approached the office.

Wilson caught his breath and then a second before he rolled his eyes.

"Well, if you're making fun of me, you must not be laying dead in a ditch." The younger docter snarked as he quickly moved towards where he'd heard House's voice echoing from.

"I'm feeling pretty good." Never mind the nausea. He was used tot hat. He could deal with that. As long as he didn't start shaking and sweating and cramping, he'd be fine.

He met Wilson just inside the office door, and slid his arms around him. "Thought I'd catch up down here." He murmured, then kissed his lover soundly on the lips. "How're you?"

Long arms curled around House, sliding up along the diagnostician's back to steady his shoulders as Wilson leaned up into the kiss.

Smiling, warmly he dropped his head to rest against House's chest. "You really must be going stir crazy, if you're in here catching up."

Leaning back, he smiled a little wryly. "I am...better than I will be in about five minutes when I tell you....I've signed a contract with Mayor Red to put in hours down at a small clinic in towen." Wilson paused, tilted his head to the side and his smile turned to more of a grin. "Okay...less than five minutes."

"Oh really?" House eased back on his heels and looked into Wilson's eyes. The grin was definitely a welcome sign.

I signed a contract... With the Mayor. A working contract. A clinic. in town. House put a hand to Wilson's hair, gently running his fingers through it.

"You're going to run yourself in to the ground, you know. And then I'm going to have to pick up the pieces. Which really isn't such a bad thing." His voice was level, no judgement, no intent to guilt.

Tilting his head into the touch of House's hand to his hair, Wilson's eyes half closed with the simple pleasure gained from his lover's touch.

"It will be fine, House. Just a few hours a couple of days a week for routine visits. Emergency cases and the heavy stuff will be going back to MCV on the mainland."

Lifting his hands, resting them against House's chest, Wilson had to fight to urge to lean there, knowing that House wasn't ready for that yet.

Wilson might have hesitated to lean against him, but he didn't hesitate to lean against Wilson. He reached for his hands, clasped both his wrists and leaned into him, gently, and kisses his lips softly.

"I know. I just...worry. About you." House smiled. "Maybe I'll look in to helping out down there too, once I get on my feet in here." He said softly. He hadn't even been able to work his own clinic, he certainly wasn't in a position to commit to one in town.

Reaching up, Wilson gently carded his fingers through salt and pepper hair as he turned his lips towards House's kiss, closing his eyes briefly and simply enjoying the moment.

"You shouldn't worry...you know. I'll be all right, House." He finally did lean his head forward, resting it lightly against the older man's shoulder.

"And you don't even like clinic hours here in your own clinic." His voice was touched with loving affection.

"Good point." House shrugged. "I don't know. It's not really so bad. I mean, I think I kind of missed it. A little."

He glanced at the desk over ihs shoulder. "But, I think I'm done here. Help an old man get home? It's a long walk, you know." He groped for his cane, hanging off the end of the desk.

"I'm starting to feel like crap again," he admitted quietly. "Maybe if I lay down...I think I over did it today."

Stepping up beside House, Wilson reached around his waist to help support his lover, letting House balance himself with the cane on the other side.

"You miss the puzzles. We can talk about it, maybe you pick up more shifts here, while I'm working down there...because people do seem to get hurt a lot around this place."

A gentle hand rubbed along the older doctor's back, soothing him with his touch.

"Let's get you into bed, see if we can't extend what Aziraphale did for you with supportive care. It's getting closer House, every minute you go is another minute won."

"The puzzles we encounter here, I don't know how to solve," House said quietly and leaned into Wilson as they walked, using his supporive presence more effectively than the cane.

"Shit." He moved away from Wilson, needing his hand to cover his mouth to keep from puking in the hallway. He rushed into the apartment, as fast as his damaged leg would let him, and into the bathroom. He dropped to his knees, a jolt of pain traveling up his thigh and into his back, but he made it to the toilet.

"Definitely over did it today."

Wilson moved quickly in behind House, was there to hold his head, to speak softly as the older man was sick and then to get a cool washrag to wipe his face and press against the back of his neck.

Waiting until House was finished, then helping the older man clean up, Wilson helped him to the bed, waiting until House was stretched out to place a fresh, cool washcloth across his forehead.

"You keep saying that, House. That you don't know how to solve the puzzles...is that why you...you don't want to try?" Touching his hand to his lover's cheek, Wilson looked at him worriedly. "Are you really that tired of it all?"

House closed his eyes and raised his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. "I'm just...tired." he opened his eyes and moved his hand to grasp Wilson's.

"I don't know what I was thinking when I took this job. I shouldn't...I should have stayed in New Hampshire. It's really pretty up there, you know. I had a nice house on the lake. It was quiet, peaceful. And so lonely I couldn't stand it."

He sighed and squeezed Wilson's hand. "I'll be all right, once I get over feeling so shitty. And we have a little vacation in a month, right?"

Curling his hand around House's fingers, Wilson listened to his friend before lifting his hand so that he could kiss the back of the diagnostician's knuckles.

"You never could stand being bored." He said quietly. Dark eyes found blue and he smiled gently.

"You know... I was telling someone about you today. They asked me why I was reading Sherlock Holmes and I told them about you...about how you solve the mystery of diagnosis."

"Your name should have been Watson. I guess Wilson's close enough." House quirked a bit of a smile.

"I'm sorry. I know...I know this isn't easy for you either. It'll get better. My liver...I think it's been pulling me down and I didn't realise it. I'll be okay soon. It's getting better. I can tell it's getting better."

"Given the medications you're taking...it had better, or we're in real trouble." Wilson said, not unkindly and he reached forward to brush his hand across his lover's forehead.

Looking down at House, the oncologist smiled a little sadly. "I need my partner back, Ace."

House's eyes closed and the corners of his mouth twitched. He'd let Wilson down, failed him. Again. He felt it like a jolt of electricity in his blood.

"As soon as we get this figured out, I'm going to take you away." Blue eyes opened, shining with a delicate mix of hope and regret. "For a week. Somewhere exotic. Just the two of us."

Wilson saw the twitch and it hurt his heart. Moving around to the other side of the bed, he toed off his shoes and crawled up beside House. Settling his head on his lover's shoulder, one arm rested across the older man's chest, lightly and he exhaled softly.

"This place is exotic." He said a little ruefully. "Where would you take me?" The oncologist asked with hints of wistfulness in his voice.

[ooc: none notification coming around to bite me in the ass!]

"I'm thinking Jamaica. Hawaii. The Scottish Highlands. Anywhere, that isn't here." House shifted, making room for Wilson against the warm curve of his body. His lover's head on his shoulder, arm across his chest was exactly where he wanted to be. That, he decided, was better medicine than anything out in the kitchen. He lifted his head and kissed Wilson's temple.

[OOC: I seem to be getting notifs...and I'm crashing for the night. *hugs*]

*DEATH walks into the clinic, a piles of books under his arm, a single bony finger holding his place in what appears to be a copy All His Jazz.*

House looks up, and smiles. "Good evening, DEATH. You're not here to take me away, are you? You're a day late and a dollar short."

Alanna came in, apparently debating something with herself. Or possibly trying to remember where she left the keys.

House looks up at her.

"And good evening to you, stranger."

Alanna tried to go for some facial expression and failed. "Good evening, sir. And I do show up! You're just usually not here, and it's rather quiet."

"It has been blessedly quiet."

House flashed a genuine smile. "I haven't been working much lately. Strained my leg last weekend. Wilson had me tuckked up in bed for the better part of a week."

He rubbed his face. he couldn't lie to her. "I'v ealso been to MCV, because my liver's rejecting my Vicodin."

Alanna starred while her brain quickly caught up. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Her brain decided to go ahead and start running through various spells she knew.

House shook his head. "I appreciate it, but no. Aziraphale, he owns the bookshop in town. He helped me a bit last night. I'm...I'm going to be okay. I've got a treatment program, Wilson's monitoring it."

Alanna nodded. "Please don't overstrain yourself, si-um. And if you need anything, well, I hate seeing people I like in pain."

[OOC: Obviously just ignore that the wrong Hosue!pup journal replied up there...*headcane*]

"Thank yu, Alanna. I'll let you know if I need anything." He smiles. He wouldn't ask her to use her power and strain herself on him. But the fact she offered means a lot.

"Sucker?" he pulled a red lolly out of his drawer.

((Didn't even notice aside from "Huh, odd icon"))

"Purple?"

He unwraps the red one for himself, and nudges the bowl of assorted colors toward her. "Any color you want."

[OOC: And I *have* to crash for the night]

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