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trash cans beware (ch 27)
Title: Trash cans beware (ch 27)
Pairing: House / Wilson
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alanwolfmoonRating: PG
Summary: In honour of the '200 members' prompt on
sick_wilsonThe prompt was "Today wasn't the first time Wilson had been a little late for work recently, so House didn't give it much thought. Especially since the patient Cuddy had found for him was turning out to be more than just a case of intestinal flu, after all."
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Only my seccond attempt at fanfiction. Ever. Reveiws and flames alike are welcome. (They make it look like i'm writing fast) This one's short but sweet. the latter part very much the case. this is probably the sweetest part so far. And to fearless_jones, your comment got me to actually get around to editing this. Thanks.[Unknown site tag]
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ch 27
Cuddy stomped into the hospital room, opening her mouth to rant at House.
She blinked instead, as she noticed House was on the phone, apparently talking to his mom.
“Uh-huh. No, I didn’t get that bad, Wilson’s just unlucky that way. Heh, yeah, that’s my medical opinion. No, I don’t honestly remember getting that. I did? Oh. That does sound like me. Oh, is that it? I guess you’re right. Heh, and you never did, right? Oh, sorry, gotta go, my boss seems to be rather annoyed at me for letting her head of oncology get this sick. No, not really, she’s just worried. Bye mom.” house closed his phone looking tiredly at Cuddy.
“He’s sedated?”
“Yeah. Good actually. He’d be nauseous as hell if he was awake.”
Cuddy shook her head, her anger fading as she saw the worry openly visible on House’s face.
“You planing on sleeping?”
“Once he’s doing better.”
Cuddy smiled, surprised at how openly House had admitted that.
Cuddy’s pager went off, and she sighed heavily as she looked at it.
“I have to go. I’ll check back later.”
House frowned.
“What is it? Your assistant quit *again*?”
Cuddy shook her head.
“There was a massive apartment block fire. All the hospitals in the area are going to be way overloaded. Us included.”
House shrugged.
He wasn’t usually on the call for emergencies, and certainly wasn’t going to be helping today.
Cuddy had to smile at his indifference to the fact that hundreds of lives were in danger in preference to the one he was sitting in the room with.
Cuddy walked out, still smiling.
Wilson opened his eyes, looking blearily around the room.
“Hello Dr. Wilson. Your fever’s down, and you stopped showing signs of pain, so we un-sedated you.” said the nurse standing to the left of his bed.
“Uh...thanks. Have you...uh...by any chance seen house?” asked Wilson, after a quick cursory glance around the room to see if the diagnostician was present.
The nurse grinned, and pointed to the floor on the right side of the bed, where house was stretched out, looking like he had fallen off the chair while asleep.
Wilson smiled slightly at the sight, which, unbeknownst to House, was rather cute.
He was curled slightly, lying on his left side, his right hand close to his thigh, his short sleeved shirt pushed up a bit on his arm.
Wilson frowned.
There were some light bruises on house’s upper arm.
Wilson recognized the pattern as one he had seen before, usually accompanied by a very faint and ragged late night invitation to pizza and a movie; it was from the molding of house’s kitchen doorway.
Wilson swallowed despite his fever dry mouth.
He was pathetic, thought Wilson. He always said and thought he tried his very best to help house, but at the slightest incapacitation on his part Wilson just collapsed into a sobbing blob of misery, totally dependant on House being there. He felt like an idiot for not noticing, for not thinking.
The nurse watched Wilson’s expression go from one of happy surprise to one of worry and guilt, and decided that maybe she should tell Wilson exactly what she had found upon entering the room several hours earlier.
“Dr. Wilson...you know, when I came in here a while ago, Dr. House was reading to you. Not like a story or anything, it was from some medical book, but I have to say, he was wearing the nicest expression I have ever seen on his face. I think he was actually happy.”
Wilson looked up from berating himself.
“Seriously?”
The nurse smiled, happy to cheer the nice doctor up.
“It’s true.”
Wilson looked back down at house, smiling slightly.
“Could you get an extra blanket?”
The nurse smiled again.
“Sure.”
When the nurse got back to Wilson’s room, bearing a pile of blankets and pillows, as well as a portable cot, she stopped at the doorway.
Dr. Wilson had detached himself from the monitors and IVs, and was sitting on the floor next to Dr. House, smiling as he watched the older doctor sleep.
As Dr. Wilson, careful to not wake him, started to brush the hair off Dr. House’s face, not that it was very far onto it, she decided to just leave the stuff by the door. Dr. Wilson would notice it sooner or later.
Wilson looked up, suddenly realizing it had been quite a while since the nurse had left. There was a white and tan bundle just outside the door. Wilson rolled his eyes, and hoped the nurse wasn’t into gossip.
“Hey, House, wake up. You don’t want to lay on that floor forever, do you?”
House opened his eyes, blinking sleepily.
“Huh? Oh. Get back in bed!” house sat up, glaring at Wilson.
“House, I’m mostly better, the nurse said it’d been two days. And judging by how we both smell, I’d say she’s right.”
House blinked at him, still sleepy.
“Oh.” he said, calmly.
Crap.
So much for the “window of opportunity’ cuddy was talking about.
Wilson, thankfully for House, had spent years figuring out House’s expressions and what they actually meant.
“She also said you were reading to me. And looking happy about doing it.”
House looked sharply at Wilson.
Wilson grinned.
“Incidentally, I tried doing the same for you, but all the books you brought are in foreign languages I don’t know.”
“One of them is in Japanese.”
“I don’t know how to read Japanese. I barely know how to speak it, except for knowing about thirty different ways to say “you’re dying.”
House laughed, then quieted, apparently thinking.
“Um...er...I...uh...appreciate the gesture though.” he finally mumbled.
Wilson blinked at him, stunned.
“You...you’re welcome.”
Wilson felt as though all three of his wives had suddenly turned up begging to marry him again.
Except that didn’t really reach the magnitude of either the happiness or the surprise.
In fact, he realized, he couldn’t think of anything that would even come close to how he felt at that moment.
House reached into his pocket, and popped a Vicodin.
Wilson stubbornly ignored this.
Suddenly, after smiling stupidly at the ground for a while, Wilson leaned forward and hugged house.
“At least this I can return the favor for.”
House sat stunned for a minute.
Then a very slow, very happy smiled crept across his face.
He hugged back.
Then let go.
Wilson let go as well, smiling more broadly than he could remember ever doing.
Wilson got up, and offered House a hand.
House took it, and started to pull himself awkwardly to his feet.
Wilson suddenly blinked, and put his hand to his left ear, his expression changing to one only describable by the words “oh crap.”
In the split second he traveled backwards, House reflected only that Wilson’s hug had felt nice.
Then he hit the ground, managing to keep his head from cracking on the hard floor.
Wilson landed on top of him, his own thoughts not much different than House’s.
They just laid there for a moment, the breath knocked out of them.
Then House’s breath started to catch.
Wilson started to grin.
House started to snicker.
Wilson started to chuckle.
They both started laughing, and they were lucky that the only person who had seen the exchange and fall was Chase, who had been sent to check on them.
Who walked away without a word.
And never told a soul.
Cuddy stomped into the hospital room, opening her mouth to rant at House.
She blinked instead, as she noticed House was on the phone, apparently talking to his mom.
“Uh-huh. No, I didn’t get that bad, Wilson’s just unlucky that way. Heh, yeah, that’s my medical opinion. No, I don’t honestly remember getting that. I did? Oh. That does sound like me. Oh, is that it? I guess you’re right. Heh, and you never did, right? Oh, sorry, gotta go, my boss seems to be rather annoyed at me for letting her head of oncology get this sick. No, not really, she’s just worried. Bye mom.” house closed his phone looking tiredly at Cuddy.
“He’s sedated?”
“Yeah. Good actually. He’d be nauseous as hell if he was awake.”
Cuddy shook her head, her anger fading as she saw the worry openly visible on House’s face.
“You planing on sleeping?”
“Once he’s doing better.”
Cuddy smiled, surprised at how openly House had admitted that.
Cuddy’s pager went off, and she sighed heavily as she looked at it.
“I have to go. I’ll check back later.”
House frowned.
“What is it? Your assistant quit *again*?”
Cuddy shook her head.
“There was a massive apartment block fire. All the hospitals in the area are going to be way overloaded. Us included.”
House shrugged.
He wasn’t usually on the call for emergencies, and certainly wasn’t going to be helping today.
Cuddy had to smile at his indifference to the fact that hundreds of lives were in danger in preference to the one he was sitting in the room with.
Cuddy walked out, still smiling.
Wilson opened his eyes, looking blearily around the room.
“Hello Dr. Wilson. Your fever’s down, and you stopped showing signs of pain, so we un-sedated you.” said the nurse standing to the left of his bed.
“Uh...thanks. Have you...uh...by any chance seen house?” asked Wilson, after a quick cursory glance around the room to see if the diagnostician was present.
The nurse grinned, and pointed to the floor on the right side of the bed, where house was stretched out, looking like he had fallen off the chair while asleep.
Wilson smiled slightly at the sight, which, unbeknownst to House, was rather cute.
He was curled slightly, lying on his left side, his right hand close to his thigh, his short sleeved shirt pushed up a bit on his arm.
Wilson frowned.
There were some light bruises on house’s upper arm.
Wilson recognized the pattern as one he had seen before, usually accompanied by a very faint and ragged late night invitation to pizza and a movie; it was from the molding of house’s kitchen doorway.
Wilson swallowed despite his fever dry mouth.
He was pathetic, thought Wilson. He always said and thought he tried his very best to help house, but at the slightest incapacitation on his part Wilson just collapsed into a sobbing blob of misery, totally dependant on House being there. He felt like an idiot for not noticing, for not thinking.
The nurse watched Wilson’s expression go from one of happy surprise to one of worry and guilt, and decided that maybe she should tell Wilson exactly what she had found upon entering the room several hours earlier.
“Dr. Wilson...you know, when I came in here a while ago, Dr. House was reading to you. Not like a story or anything, it was from some medical book, but I have to say, he was wearing the nicest expression I have ever seen on his face. I think he was actually happy.”
Wilson looked up from berating himself.
“Seriously?”
The nurse smiled, happy to cheer the nice doctor up.
“It’s true.”
Wilson looked back down at house, smiling slightly.
“Could you get an extra blanket?”
The nurse smiled again.
“Sure.”
When the nurse got back to Wilson’s room, bearing a pile of blankets and pillows, as well as a portable cot, she stopped at the doorway.
Dr. Wilson had detached himself from the monitors and IVs, and was sitting on the floor next to Dr. House, smiling as he watched the older doctor sleep.
As Dr. Wilson, careful to not wake him, started to brush the hair off Dr. House’s face, not that it was very far onto it, she decided to just leave the stuff by the door. Dr. Wilson would notice it sooner or later.
Wilson looked up, suddenly realizing it had been quite a while since the nurse had left. There was a white and tan bundle just outside the door. Wilson rolled his eyes, and hoped the nurse wasn’t into gossip.
“Hey, House, wake up. You don’t want to lay on that floor forever, do you?”
House opened his eyes, blinking sleepily.
“Huh? Oh. Get back in bed!” house sat up, glaring at Wilson.
“House, I’m mostly better, the nurse said it’d been two days. And judging by how we both smell, I’d say she’s right.”
House blinked at him, still sleepy.
“Oh.” he said, calmly.
Crap.
So much for the “window of opportunity’ cuddy was talking about.
Wilson, thankfully for House, had spent years figuring out House’s expressions and what they actually meant.
“She also said you were reading to me. And looking happy about doing it.”
House looked sharply at Wilson.
Wilson grinned.
“Incidentally, I tried doing the same for you, but all the books you brought are in foreign languages I don’t know.”
“One of them is in Japanese.”
“I don’t know how to read Japanese. I barely know how to speak it, except for knowing about thirty different ways to say “you’re dying.”
House laughed, then quieted, apparently thinking.
“Um...er...I...uh...appreciate the gesture though.” he finally mumbled.
Wilson blinked at him, stunned.
“You...you’re welcome.”
Wilson felt as though all three of his wives had suddenly turned up begging to marry him again.
Except that didn’t really reach the magnitude of either the happiness or the surprise.
In fact, he realized, he couldn’t think of anything that would even come close to how he felt at that moment.
House reached into his pocket, and popped a Vicodin.
Wilson stubbornly ignored this.
Suddenly, after smiling stupidly at the ground for a while, Wilson leaned forward and hugged house.
“At least this I can return the favor for.”
House sat stunned for a minute.
Then a very slow, very happy smiled crept across his face.
He hugged back.
Then let go.
Wilson let go as well, smiling more broadly than he could remember ever doing.
Wilson got up, and offered House a hand.
House took it, and started to pull himself awkwardly to his feet.
Wilson suddenly blinked, and put his hand to his left ear, his expression changing to one only describable by the words “oh crap.”
In the split second he traveled backwards, House reflected only that Wilson’s hug had felt nice.
Then he hit the ground, managing to keep his head from cracking on the hard floor.
Wilson landed on top of him, his own thoughts not much different than House’s.
They just laid there for a moment, the breath knocked out of them.
Then House’s breath started to catch.
Wilson started to grin.
House started to snicker.
Wilson started to chuckle.
They both started laughing, and they were lucky that the only person who had seen the exchange and fall was Chase, who had been sent to check on them.
Who walked away without a word.
And never told a soul.
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still gotta torture john house, remember?
(hehe, any body who does that to house gets no sympathy in my story. tritter bashing may be coming up as well, though only if it works for the story)
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and since it's actually plot related, it has to be good.
i will, on the other hand, be able to post more chibis soon.
and you can revel in my truly awful choice of shirts/ties for wilson.