ext_25815 ([identity profile] diysheep.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sick_wilson2007-04-29 12:53 pm
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A Case of the Sniffles

"I dink I hab a cold," said Wilson.

House looked at him appraisingly. "Oh - buy a box of tissues and get over it."


Sorry - couldn't resist. Bring on the Wilsie torture.  
teyla: Cartoon Ten typing on top of the TARDIS like Snoopy. (wilson)

[personal profile] teyla 2007-04-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Cabn't," said Wilson miserably. "You sdole all my money."

House shrugged. "So use toilet paper."

[identity profile] perspi.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wilson sighed. "Abt least you buy de quilded toiledt pabper."

"Only the best for my ass," House replied.

[identity profile] toolazytowork.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Dambit, House. I feel like shibt."

"Oh shut up. You're fine. And you're interrupting 'Daddy's Spoiled Little Girl.'"

[identity profile] housepiglet.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Just at that moment, and unbeknownst to House and his team, Cuddy was in her office taking a call from the local Public Health Department.

Official: "Hello, is that Dr Lisa Cuddy?"

Cuddy: "It is indeed. What can I do for you?"

Official: "Well I'm sorry to have to tell you, ma-am, that there's been a breakout of a life-threatening new strain of chicken flu in Trenton. Two cases have been recorded. The symptoms are a blocked nose and generally shitty feeling."

The official paused for a moment, and lowered his voice. In the background, a drum rolled...

Official: "Neither of the victims survived...."

[identity profile] alex51324.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I wand to sleeb. The TV's too loud."

"Quit whining."

[identity profile] dangomango.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, now I actually want to read all these stories. *g* You people and my your sick!Wilson fetish...
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[identity profile] wihluta.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Once House realized that Wilson was really dead, he felt a little guilty.
So he called his favourite preparator and asked him to come over and stuff Wilson.
He planned to have him positioned in a way that he could sit him on his sofa and snug up to him whenever he felt like it.

(Anonymous) 2007-04-30 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Cue the zombie fic!