You are mine, and I am yours (Gregory House)

Chapter 26

Hello!

I just wanted to say that this chapter is really long. So if you're reading at night and you telling yourself you're going to read one more chapter..... Trust me, you better not start this one.
Go to sleep. ♡

If you're reading and you have time... As the youtubers say, "Stop. Make yourself a tasty snack or a nice cup of tea and come back to enjoy the ride".

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2007
Inside, the apartment was quiet. Outside, a few cars drove past. Moonlight filtered in through the curtains casting a silvery wash of light over the living room. The air conditioner clicked on and cool air flowed out.

"WILSON!!"
Wilson gasped, jerked upright and winced as pain shot through his back.
"WILSON!!" House shouted again.

Wilson growled low in this throat. Throwing back the sheet and blanket that covered him, he swung his feet off the couch. This was now the fifth time House woke him since he went to sleep. He got up and stomped down the hallway to House's bedroom. He flung the door open and stood in the doorway scowling, his feet planted wide and his fists clenched.
"What??" he snarled. "What do you want now??"

House sat in bed with the pillows propped up behind his back. He looked at Wilson over the top of his reading glasses and closed the book he'd been reading.
"I'm bored," House told him. "Bring the television in here."
Wilson spun on his heel. A few minutes later the front door opened and then slammed closed.
"Wilson?" House called out. He reached for the phone and dialed a number.

"'Lo?" Reilly answered.

"Wilson ran away."

"No, he didn't. But he will if you don't stop waking him up," she yawned. "I will, too, if you don't start sleeping at night like all the other normal people."

"I'm bored," he whined.

"Read a book."

"I did. I asked Wilson to bring the TV in here and he left."

"Oh, Jesus, Greg," Reilly sighed. "You have only been out of the hospital for two days and already you're causing mischief and mayhem."

"Come over and we'll watch TV together," he told her. "Just like we did when we were in college."

"I can't leave the girls."

"Bring them."

"No. They're asleep like you should be. James probably went to the all-night pharmacy to get you some sleeping pills."

"The Vicodin helped me sleep," he replied.

"Well, you're the one who refused any pain meds," she reminded him. "Which makes me think you rattled your brains when you got shot."

"I'm not in much pain. Besides, they wouldn't give me any of the really cool drugs."

"Poor you."

"Do you really think Wilson went to score me some drugs?"

"Well, he is your dealer, right?" she laughed.

"Seriously, come over," he replied all teasing gone from his voice.

"Do you want to come stay here?" she asked.

"What if I want to have a sleepover with Cameron?"

She sighed. "There's a guest room downstairs with an attached bathroom. And I had most of the house sound proofed before we moved in. Teenage girls can get noisy and rowdy and Mama needs her sleep."

"Come get me," he begged.

"No," she said firmly. "Allison can bring you over when she gets there in the morning. Or later this morning," she amended.

"Fine," House told her.

"I'm going to hang up," she told him.

"Thank you," he said softly and sincerely.

"You belong to me," she reminded him and then hung up.

House sat staring at the phone. And you belong to me he thought. The dial tone droned and he clicked it off. He set it on his night stand and carefully got out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. While the tub filled with hot water, he stripped his t-shirt and pajama bottoms off. He gripped the pipe leading up to the shower head and carefully got into the tub. Once the water reached his chest, he leaned forward and shut it off. Then he laid back and let the hot water relax his tense muscles. A few minutes later, he heard the front door open and close. Footsteps sounded on the hardwood floor. Wilson walked into the bathroom carrying a pharmacy bag. He held it up and then put it on the sink.

"Sleeping pills," he told House. "Take one and go to sleep."

"I called Reilly."

"House, you can't keep calling her every time you get bored," Wilson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm going to stay at her house until I can go back to work. You're free after tonight."

Wilson closed his eyes and House could see color begin to flood his cheeks. "Why didn't you say you wanted to stay with her?" he asked through clenched teeth.

House splashed some water up onto his shoulders. "Didn't know I wanted to until tonight. Besides, she's nicer than you."
Wilson shook his head and went back out to the living room.