Wilson heavily swung Cuddy’s office door the suivant morning. It was already past ten in the morning but she wasn’t still there. He decided to sit down on the canapé and write something on his post-it sticker before moving close to her bureau and sticking it on her computer screen. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed an orange file on haut, retour au début of the other folders. He picked it up since it wasn’t the ordinary red and blue file couleurs of PPTH. Indeed, he was right, it was from Mayfield and he gave a heavy sigh upon lire it.

Moments later, Cuddy was the one who went to see him in his office. She was handling him the patient file he was asking in his post-it sticker.
Wilson: toi really think that I wouldn’t know?
Cuddy: Know what?
Wilson rolled his head in annoyance as Cuddy looked at him and thought that it was time to tell him since he will know anyway in a jour ou so.
Cuddy: It’s my decision…
Wilson: This isn’t your call to make. I know you’re his medical proxy but House can still decide what he wanted to have and this isn’t one of it.
Cuddy: Right, but you’re the one who a dit he needs this rehab…
Wilson: I know but with House, and the rest of the universe as well, wants and needs are two different things.
Cuddy sat down on the chair across him.
Wilson: He knows he needs this… but he doesn’t want to…
Cuddy: If he fears being alone, James, I will be there…
Wilson looked at Cuddy whose eyes will soon be flooded with pity tears. Suddenly, House’s voice and orders came into his head.
House: I don't want toi bringing Cuddy in here…
Wilson closed his eyes for awhile before looking at Cuddy.
Wilson: Are toi sure about this?
Cuddy: Of course I’m…
Wilson: toi don’t sound like one…
Cuddy stood up, disappointed with the idea that Wilson will agree with her but just when she’s about to leave the office, he called out her name.
Wilson: He will hate you…
Cuddy: I don’t care…
She totally walked out of the room and was too far to hear Wilson say...
Wilson: <whispery> Well, he does…

Right after work, Cuddy dropped par Pitt’s office in Mayfield before heading home. She was surprised to see Wilson came in first and both of them hide the feeling of uneasiness because of the argument they had that morning.
Wilson: Hey…
Cuddy: Hi…
Both of them were faking smiles as Cuddy held the orange folder Wilson “hated” to see.
Pitt: You’ve seen House before toi came in?
Cuddy: No… I walked straight here… I actually don’t need to stay too long…
Pitt: Oh…
Cuddy: Here toi go…
Wilson looked at her as she walked towards Pitt and straightly gave him the file which the doctor immediately opened as House’s co-leagues exchanged looks.
Pitt: Are toi ---
Cuddy: Yes…
Wilson: Lisa, running a whole hospital and a baby at accueil is already a hard job itself. Please, don’t tear yourself up… My god, you’re not superwoman to manage all these things…
Cuddy didn’t look at him and a dit in a flat and annoyed tone.
Cuddy: I’m okay… and I can do this… all at the same time…
Wilson sighed and Pitt closed the file after Cuddy hurriedly left the room.
Pitt: <Shook his head> House is going to kill her…
Wilson: I don’t know but I’m pretty sure, House will be hitting me first…
Pitt: James <Wilson looked at him> if toi believe in God, start praying now…
Pitt stood up, held the file and walked to the door and stop before turning back at him.
Pitt: If House finds out about this… call it apocalypse…
Wilson made his annoyed nod while Pitt turned back and left the room.