House MD Fanfiction

Is This The Real Life?

Hilson, kisses, implied!smut, 3,410 words
By: teyla

"Wilson!" For once, House was too surprised for mockery or sarcasm. "What in God's name happened to your face?"

Wilson, who was sitting in the chair behind his desk, slowly turned his head around and gave House a full view of his face. It was covered in blood that was oozing from a cut just underneath the hairline and had left large bright red splotches on the collar of his doctor's coat and the front of his shirt. House was amazed and more than a little creeped to see a wide, lazy smile spread on his face.

"I ran into the balcony door," Wilson said cheerfully.

House stared at his friend - and, as of recently, lover - for a short moment before he stepped fully over the threshold of the office and closed the door behind himself. "Right," he said and limped over to where Wilson was sitting. "And since it was only this tiny cut that almost didn't bleed at all, you decided to stay here and continue your paperwork instead of getting it looked at." House propped his cane against the desk and took Wilson by the chin to turn his head around, using his other hand to carefully brush the hair aside. Wilson went with the motion willingly, the smile never leaving his face. House frowned.

"What the hell are you smiling at?" he asked.

Wilson stopped smiling. "You have very large ears," he said solemnly.

House stopped his examination of the cut, which had almost stopped bleeding and didn't seem to be as bad as it had looked on first glance, and sought out Wilson's eyes. "Wilson?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

"Told you, I ran into the balcony door," Wilson said, and the smile was back. "They jiggle when you talk."

House felt the worry that had settled in his stomach begin to creep up his throat, and licked his lips. He took the small examination penlight that Wilson always carried in the breast pocket of his doctor's coat and switched it on, shining the light into Wilson's eyes. Wilson squinted and raised a hand to bat the light away.

"Hold still," House said, and noticed that his own voice sounded a lot more tense than usual. "Wilson, can you tell me exactly how you ran into the door?"

"Well, it happened the way things like that happen, you know," Wilson said, still scrunching his eyes shut and trying to evade the light. "I didn't look where I was going. Stop that, House."

House again took Wilson's chin in his hand to stop him from squirming. "Hold still, I said. Open your eyes."

Wilson did as told, albeit hesitantly. When he'd finally stopped blinking, House squinted and quickly shone the light first at one eye, then at the other. He felt a certain relief when Wilson's pupils contracted the way they were supposed to.

"Follow my finger," he instructed, slowly moving his outstretched index finger back and forth in front of Wilson's face. Wilson did as he was told, but as House watched, he realized that Wilson's pupils were dilated, making the already dark eyes look almost black. He cursed silently. "You moron," he said. "You probably gave your stupid self a concussion. They invented phones for another reason besides looking stylish on your desk, you know."

"Saving phone numbers?" Wilson asked, and grinned. House rolled his eyes and grabbed Wilson's phone, hitting the quick dial for the Diagnostics office. After a couple of rings, he heard Chase's voice answer.

"Hello, this is Dr. Chase from Princeton-Plainsb-"

"Shut up and come on over to Wilson's office," House said, with his free hand pulling a kleenex from the box on Wilson's desk and dabbing at the already drying blood on Wilson's face. Wilson winced and tried to pull back, and House let out a sigh of exasperation. "Boy wonder needs an escort to the clinic." He hung up on Chase's shocked "What happened?" and returned to cleaning the worst of the blood off Wilson's face. He frowned and shook his head. "For God's sake, Wilson, stop smiling."