Hey everyone, man it's been a long time since I updated this story. Well, no better time than the present. I guess, here it goes. I don't know I guess, I hope this is a halfway decent chapter. It would be longer but I'm going to see some movies.
"Hidden From Light"
Chapter 11
"Are you hungry?" Wilson asked pulling the menu to a late night Chinese food place off of the fridge.
"Hmm?" she asked, a bit to absorbed in the television program. They were watching some random thing off of House's TiVo.
"Want Chinese?" He held up the menu
"Sure."
"I'll order extra incase House wakes up and bugs us for food."
"'Kay, but I doubt he'll be in the mood for food in his state. Get me some chicken and broccoli will you?"
Wilson picked up the phone and dialed the familiar numbers, he and House often ordered from them. When he was done with the order he took his place back on the couch next to Cuddy. Neither of them heard House come up behind them.
"Look's like you guys are having fun." Cuddy and Wilson both turned around in shock, "I should have joined the party earlier."
"You could have if you hadn't been stupid and fallen on your ass earlier." House limped his way around the couch and nudged the two over with his cane. By the time he sat down he was gasping in pain, his leg was killing him.
"You okay?"
"Just peachy." He propped his leg up on the coffee table, the elevated position seemed help considerably. "Where is my damn Vicodin?"
"You can't have any." The doorbell and Wilson got up to pay the delivery boy.
"You hungry?" Wilson asked House as he sat down with the two paper bags. House gave a look of disgust and scooted further toward the arm rest of the couch. They guessed right, food probably wasn't the most appealing thing on his mind. Cuddy thought he looked horrible, he rested his head in his hands and his breathing was horribly ragged. Every time she looked into his eyes, she could see his pain.
Most of the time the only way to read House was through his eyes. He would put up a strong front and try to hide his pain from every one, his eyes gave it away every time. This is why he never liked eye contact, he would always avert his gaze somewhere besides people, the ceiling, the floor, anything to avoid unwanted entrance to his secret world.
House stiffly pulled him self to his feet and silently went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water. When he returned he set the glass on the coffee table and lowered himself slowly into the armchair. Cuddy and Wilson exchanged worried glances as he clutched onto his thigh with his right hand. They saw the color flush from his face even further, and rushed to his side when the leg began to jump and spasm violently. House screamed out loudly, they knew he couldn't help it. Wilson held House's shoulders back as Cuddy held his leg down to keep him from hurting himself. When the horrible spasm finally abated, his body went limp. The spasm had taken everything out of him and he had fallen asleep.
Wilson closed his eyes and took a deep breath in order to calm himself. "Oh god." He paused as he sat back down resting his forehead in the heel of his palms. "That was the worst I've seen him spasm in years, he hasn't had one that bad since after the infarct." He pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back with his head resting on the top of the couch looking up. "I can't take doing this to him anymore. He never was a drug addict; we all made it seem that way just to make us feel a little safer. The truth is he's really in pain, and it takes the worst of it to make us see."
Cuddy sat next to him and placed a hand on his back and rubbed it softly. "Everything will eventually turn out right."
"But, I can't wait for eventually. Why did I get him into this mess?"
"Shush. It wasn't your fault. House was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. He finally pissed off the wrong person. And that person just happened to be someone who could make his life a living hell."
"I just wanted to help him, but I never wished for this."
"Just hang in there. House is strong, he will make it. Now, will you?"
Wilson shook his head in a flustered fury. "I can't see myself doing this to him anymore. I'd rather it be me than him."
"You have to think, would House do the same for you?"
"I doubt it; he would let me wallow in my stupidity."
"Now either your going to wallow in your guilt, or your going to help him through this, you're his best friend. He needs you, no matter how little he admits it."