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Marco had given him an odd look when he submitted the scrip but didn't ask any awkward questions.
He'd sworn not to interfere, but he couldn't stand seeing them suffer anymore. His friend's failure to stay at the side of a sick loved one was the last straw. He'd been stalwart in his support of this misbegotten enterprise for months, but even he had to recognize that sometimes you had to break something before you could fix it.
Humming under his breath, Wilson tucked the prescription vial into the pocket of House's motorcycle jacket and then went back to work.
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