Wrong Place, Wrong Time (джен)

“Wilson!” he hisses under his breath, but Wilson’s already taking two cautious steps at the robber who has turned around to face them.
The good thing is that the gun is no longer pointed at the cashier’s head. The kid takes his chance immediately and scurries out from behind the counter, disappearing somewhere outside House’s field of vision.
House doesn’t give a shit where the cashier’s gone, because the very bad thing is that the gun is now pointed at Wilson.