TRIGGER WARNING!!!
It was probably obvious from the title, though.

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Short, shallow breaths slowly became more rapid and uneven. His heart beat faster and faster until it felt like it'd burst out of his chest. Slowly, he inched closer to the ledge of the roof until he was startled by the door opening. Looking over his shoulder, he saw it was House.

"What are you doing up here?" House asked in a sarcastic tone.

Wilson turned his back, really not in the mood for House's antics. He let out a heavy breath, "Does it matter?"

"Mmm, depends on what you're doing. If you're doing drugs or hiding from Cuddy, not really," House mocked, limping towards Wilson, "But that's not why you're here. Get away from the ledge, I need my 'precious Wilson' alive."

"You don't care," Wilson bit back, refusing to step away. House just sighed.

"Okayy, I guess I can do this the hard way," House grumbled, and before Wilson could question him he felt something poke his thigh deeply and cause a sharp pain. Looking down, he let out a small gasp as he saw a needle, "Have a nice nap."

Wilson passed out from the drug, House using his cane to make sure he didn't fall off the building while he collapsed, "Oh nuuuurse!!! My friend just collapsed!"

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"Congratulations on skipping your antidepressant dosage for three weeks straight. What, did you just want an excuse to say that's why you killed yourself?" House carelessly played with his cane, also taking two Vicodin.

"I forgot, okay? It's not a big deal," Wilson put a hand to his head in an attempt to hide his face. This was the last conversation he wanted to try having with House who definitely would make it worse.

"Apparently if you want to jump off a building because you're off your pills it IS a big deal. We'll run out of sedatives if you do that again, so you should stop. Y'know, in case an actual patient tries that and I gotta stop them too," House scoffed, trying his best to act like he wasn't hurt.

"I wasn't even trying to kill myself, okay? I was just... watching nature," Wilson put up his hand in a sort of defeated gesture, already knowing House wouldn't be fooled.

"I don't think watching nature is so intense you sound like you just ran a marathon," House glared at Wilson slightly.

"It doesn't matter, okay? Can we just... forget about this?" Wilson gave an exasperated sigh. He just wanted to put the past behind him.

"Mmm... sorry, not my call. You're on suicide watch. Don't worry, I made sure the nurse is hot so you have something interesting to look at," House gave one final triumphant look before leaving Wilson alone in the hospital room except a nurse that had been silently watching this entire time.

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"Not trying to jump off of buildings, I hope," House greeted as he walked into Wilson's office.

"I'm back on my meds, okay?" Wilson groaned in annoyance.

"I can always do the speed test," House looked over with a sort of warning glare.

"I took them!!" Wilson insisted.

"You're not yawning," House pointed out, making Wilson give up and take his antidepressants, "You know, I shouldn't have to be your daddy and make sure little Willy took his medicine. You're a big boy, do it yourself."

"...I forgot, okay?" Wilson used the same lame excuse he did every day.

"Well, stop forgetting. Oh wait, I think that's the same lie you keep repeating. Do you really wanna kill yourself that bad? That's pretty rude," House frowned {even though he was already frowning}.

"Just drop it, okay?!" Wilson half begged.

"Give me one good reason to," House challenged.

"Uh, because you don't care?" Wilson offered in a tone that implied it'd been a long established fact.

"No, I do care 'cuz I wouldn't have somebody to piss off all the time," House tapped his cane on the floor with a bit of impatience.

"Well, you don't actually care about ME," Wilson sighed. If he was in a better mood he might've rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't care," House agreed, which prompted him to stand up and leave Wilson's office.

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"Are you doing okay?" Chase asked with concern, noticing that House's limp seemed to have got worse overnight.

"I'm fine, now stop worrying and focus on the case," House demanded.

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