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sick_wilson2009-07-02 01:05 am
Camp Sick!Wilson Presents:
Campfire Tales Drabble-Tag Challenge
Hi, Campers! As part of our Summer Camp fun, we’re introducing the Campfire Tales Drabble-Tag Challenge! This is how it goes:
- Writer “A” posts a fic. This fic must be a drabble: 100 words or so. You won’t get put on wash duty if it runs a little long or short! :)
- At the end of their post, Writer “A” also includes a prompt. The prompt does not need to have anything to do with the original drabble. It could be a one-word prompt, or a situation. It’s up to the writer’s discretion!
- If you want to claim the prompt, write "TAG" in the subject line of your comment. You are now Writer “B.” The prompt may only be claimed by one person. Other comments are welcome… just don’t title them!
- Writer “B” posts their fic and a prompt in a separate entry—and the Circle of Fic continues!
We chose to make this Tag game specific to drabbles in hopes of making it as fast-paced as possible. If you’ve staked a claim on a prompt and can’t fill it, please post a comment to give the prompt up for grabs.
Your friendly Camp Counsellor,
Heledren
A Note to Lurkers: Hi! It’s time to bring your talents out from the shadows and into the light. Whether you’re afraid of plotting out a fic, don’t think you have the time, or lack the inspiration, Drabble-Tag is the perfect game for you to debut in! Drabbles keep it short and, out of necessity, usually simple. So dust off that keyboard and show us your stuff! Keep an eye out for coming Summer Camp attractions that inspire you to greatness!
Title: Sick
Author: heledren
Characters: House/Wilson friendship
Word Count: 125
Rating: PG
Warning: Boyish pranks.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Written for the Campfire Tales Drabble-Tag Challenge at Camp Sick!Wilson
Summary: Turn and turn about is fair play.
“Hair of the dog, House?” Wilson laughed unsympathetically, “You should’ve drunk some water last night. I never get sick.”
“Try it sometime,” House groaned, spitting out the vile taste in his mouth, “It’s a barrel of fun.”
“I’m ne—*eugh*—ver sick,” Wilson groaned, huddled miserably before the toilet.
“Funny, I don’t think your stomach would agree,” House smirked.
“Ohhhh… what did you do to me?”
House looked injured. “Me? A fine way to treat the man who bought dinner.”
“I should have known. When have you ever paid for anything?” Wilson spat.
“When you’re in the shower, obviously.”
Wilson growled weakly. “What did you do, House?”
House tossed a small bottle at Wilson. It plunked into the toilet-bowl. Ipecac.
“Drink some water. It’ll help.”
Prompt: Wilson injures his leg/foot/ankle in House’s messy apartment.
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A lifejacketed Wilson bobbed in the water, glaring at House. His upper arms akimbo, hands disappearing under the water, most likely seeking his hips.
Back on deck, that was definitely how he stood, clothes soaked, hair clamped to his forehead.
“This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you!” Wilson bit back a roar.
“Who wears leather dress shoes on a boat?”
“Who throws away all my athletic shoes before a fishing trip, and places their tackle box in a puddle of water?!”
Wilson pivoted, and squished, while limping away.
House appreciatively watched the figure--wet jeans tightly hugging legs and butt.
He‘d try a variation with his cane after Wilson dried out.
Prompt: Wilson has a an allergy.
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“What happened?” she cried, running out to the back yard where she’d left Wilson and Rachel playing soccer. She stopped short when she saw her daughter apparently perfectly well, staring at Wilson with big solemn eyes as he writhed in pain on the grass while clutching his chest.
Cuddy dropped to her knees beside him. “Is it your heart?” she asked, her medical training taking over.
“Bee sting… I’m allergic…” he moaned.
“I have an epi pen” she told him and rose to retrieve it.
“Not necessary, it just… swells up…” he gasped.
“Let me see” Cuddy told him and gently pried his hand loose and raised his shirt.
Rachel toddled over and the three stared at the sting. Cuddy couldn’t help it: she began to laugh.
“It’s not FUNNY” Wilson said through gritted teeth.
“The bee stung you directly on your nipple. It’s a little funny” she giggled.
(I am not making this up, this actually happened to my allergic brother. He said it was so painful he thought he was going to die.)
Prompt: Wilson has a panic attack.
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