“Great,” Wilson said, already rolling up his sleeves with the easy rhythm of someone who’d done this a thousand times.

House looked for a moment like he ight say something , maybe even object, but finally he just got to his feet so they could switch places, squeezing Nyx’s hand first.

Wilson moved slowly as if he were giving Nyx time to breathe, to settle.

“No fluorescent lights, no paper gowns, and I left the cold stethoscope in my other bag,” he added with a small smile.

Then, as he pulled the blood pressure cuff from his bag and offered it without reaching:
“Okay?”

“I think he can handle a little squeeze on his arm, Jimmy,” House said, thinking Wilson was laying the kind doctor thing on rather thick.