Wilson had been a resident, House already on tenure track when hed felt a need to work off a rising level of frustration with the young doctors he had been ordered to supervise. A corner of the old fieldhouse and track were visible off to the left. The older wing housing Wilsons office looked out at a green field and trees. God, but this is a depressing view, Wilson often commented whenever hed part the blinds. The glass there faced out to the parking lot and main road, a sea of asphalt, concrete and late-model cars.
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House rarely looked out the windows looking to the outside world. Since then, Forman had refused, saying he couldnt afford to lose any more bets. Foreman had rolled his eyes the first time House tried sending him out, agreeing only after setting a $50 wager on it. Hed see a patient passing by, and come up with a diagnosis before theyd moved beyond his eyesight, then hed send Chase or Cameron out to confirm it.
Anyone needing tests, x-rays or scans passed by, some under their own power, some in wheelchairs, others on gurneys.Īnd House would sometimes test himself. The glass walls of the office and conference room looked out on a main hallway leading to the labs. Hed been ready to play the cripple card, and argue that the faculty offices in the older part of the hospital where Wilson hung his lab coat were too far to walk on his painful leg.Ĭuddy had agreed quickly, though, muttering something under her breath that led House to believe that her real reasoning was the same one that had prompted his third grade teacher to seat him and Tony Clarke on opposite sides of the room after the first two weeks of class. When Cuddy first offered House his own department and all the perks that came with it, he had demanded possession of the connecting rooms in the hospitals new wing. With much help to Auditrix for her suggetions and betas and the folks at HT&M for their feedback as I was writing it.įor folks who read it as a WIP, there are a few minor changes and a couple of added lines, paragraphs and even a scene or two. Heres a fic that became something much longer and more complex than I ever imagined when I began it: A look at House and Wilsons friendship and how it developed, with glimpses and points of their lives over the past eight years or so.
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