The phone went ringing in Wilson's apartment a few days after Cate left Mayfield. He went out from the bedroom to answer it and knowing he can’t stand another minute straight up, he took the empty chair next to his telephone stand.
Wilson: Hey...
Pitt: Where the hell are you?
Wilson: Just got home from Michigan.
Piit: Michi -- You went to see Cuddy?!
Wilson: As a friend for god's sake...
He ran a palm on his face knowing he could pass out any moment because of lack of sleep. He’s also trying hard not to give out signs to the psychologist about what a horrible thing he did in his boss’s place.
Wilson: Look, Rick, please, I'm tired. I haven't got any sleep, can you get to the point now?
Pitt sighed before telling Wilson what he wanted to and that got the oncologist's eyes grew wider.

With hands in both pockets, Wilson slowly entered House's room where he found his friend packing all his clothes in the bag. Both gents looked up to see the other the moment the oncologist stopped in midway.
House: I think I've seen this scene for quite enough already. You, standing there, me, packing here...
Wilson: But as what I've heard, this might be the last one... --- You're being release..
House: Past tense...
Wilson nodded and House continued packing.
Wilson: My car seat would love to meet up with you again...
House: <looked up but still packing> No, thank you. I have Pitt agreed to drive me to Michigan...
Wilson: <stammered> Michigan? ---- Have he told you something lately?
House: Yes...
His friend's eyes grew wider and cold sweats were beginning to come out as well.
House: That Cuddy's still there...
Wilson sighed a relief. House stood up and had the strap cling on his shoulder. He wasn't limping when he began walking to the door as Wilson followed behind. Feeling of good old days came back when they walked together in the empty hallway of what House called “the gas chamber to hell” hospital as they head to the elevator at the end.
Wilson: The car drive itself is torturous. 10 hours at least. Think you can handle that?
House: If I know I can’t, would I be going out there?
Wilson: I’ve known you for so long House, you do all unimaginable things as long as you get what you want and lying with your limited capabilities is one of them…
House: <took one glance at Wilson> Words can hurt you know? --- Relax, I’m fine. I had done well with my rehab and I did it for a reason and this… is one of them…
He smiled making Wilson’s guilt grew bigger. They stood in front of the elevator frame, waiting for the ride down and competing thoughts were running in his mind. He wanted to tell House about what had happened between him and Cuddy but the other part doesn’t want him to. This is a great day for him, he thought, and I wouldn’t be the one who’ll ruin it, besides it was just a kiss, nothing else. As the elevator dings open, he snapped.
Wilson: House…
House turned and was about to crank up to see his friend’s gone pale with only a minute standing there.
Wilson: I… have to tell you… something?
House: Our friendship isn’t doom the moment I came to see Cuddy and ask her for ---
Wilson: <sighed> I kissed her…
House stood there blankly letting the elevator leave them behind again. Both of them looked at each other afraid of what the other might do or say. Wilson feared that House would attack him and barbecued him with his cane and House feared that Wilson might openly say that Cuddy and his friend are moving things further while he was having his trouble days.
Wilson: I’m sorry, okay?
House: Took advantage since I’m not there?
Wilson: It’s not what you think. I know you have a picture of what happened but it wasn’t that one…
House: And you’re saying that because…
Wilson: It was her who broke it off… and I did the same… --- And I felt terrible for taking her into me…
House nodded not knowing what to say. He doesn’t even know what to feel. The elevator dinged again and the door opened and he was the one who came in first but Wilson wasn’t moving. He stared blankly at his friend as the door come closing. He extended his cane forward and glided the door back.
House: Why are you not coming in?
Wilson: I don’t think I am worthy to ride with a friend who I just betrayed…
House didn’t answer back as Wilson bowed down in shame as the door close between them again.

They had been driving for almost five hours now but silence had been dominant between House and Pitt since they left Mayfield. All the time, the psychologist looked in front, with eyes focus on the road ahead while the diagnostician had been looking out sideway.
House: Why didn’t you tell me about Wilson kissing Cuddy?
They turned their heads to meet with each other’s glance.
Pitt: Because I know, things like that should be coming out of the person who did it…
House looked away again and Pitt did the same with eyes back on the road.
House: You knew all along didn’t you? --- You knew that things will fall like this but you hid it from me…
Pitt: Again, because I know, things like that should be coming out of the person who did it…
House: You could have given me some signs or something about it... So I won’t act dumb when he told it to me this morning…
Pitt: House, that’s life in simple terms. All come in surprises, good or bad… And we all look dumb when we don’t know what to feel or say or do as those things flashes before our naked eyes…
House: Hmm, I am even surprise to find myself not even mad or jealous of what Wilson did… I know I am but it’s not a deep burden… Sure, there’s pain but ---
Another glance.
Pitt: Well, maybe because you know that Cuddy didn’t totally folded even if it was James Wilson who’s kissing her… In that case, you know Cuddy is still all yours…
They both scoffed at it.
Pitt: So… <House looked at him> Do we have to drop by a flower and chocolate shop the moment we arrived in Michigan?
House smiled and Pitt did the same as they head to where House knows where (or whom) he truly belongs.


*sniffs* Hmm, am I smelling some ending here? Lol
Hold back, there’s more (does having one chapter left can be called more? Rofl)
Thanks for reading guys!