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Paper or Plastic: Chapter Eight (of eight, maybe nine?)
Title: Paper or Plastic Chapter Eight
Rating: a hard PG 13, or a soft R. For now it’s not too bad but it might not be great for the sensitive/ young people.
Summary: Wilson suffers brain damage following an accident with a nail gun. House, Wilson, and his parents have to learn how to come to terms with their new roles in life. Disclaimer: I don’t own House or Wilson
Author's Notes: some ooc behavior especially from Wilson, I don’t know if getting shot in the head with a nail gun can cause this kind of brain damage but I’ve done a little research on the subject as a hole but I think I did an okay job. Obviously it’s an alternate universe, and some mentions of child abuse, drug use, etc. I guess this would take place some time after the episode “Wilson” but I’m not sure when exactly. Also, because Wilson is basically a child (emotionally) they are no longer in a slash relationship but there is a little bit of innocent cuddling/ touching.
Additional Note: In this series Wilson has the mind of a child, but the body of an adult, and some of his adult memories. This is not from the "Toddler!Wilson" universe.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Wilson sat next to me, nervously tapping the wooden table with his right hand, and rubbing the back of his neck with his left. I watched helpless, as Aaron and Elizabeth stared daggers at us. They kept whispering to each other. Jimmy noticed it too. This only served to make him more nervous. He started pulling at his tie.
“I hate this thing,” he complained. “And I think my mom and dad know magic too. That’s why I’m so scared right now.” I took his hands in mine, gently cupping them and steadying him. “Can you disappear them?” he pleaded. I smiled but shook my head.
“No, but I can disappear both of us, if the judge says you can’t live with me. But you don’t have to worry. I used my magic on the judge. Now he’ll make the right choice.” Jimmy stared into my eyes for several minutes, as though he wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe my response.
“Good,” he exclaimed at last, grinning. “I wanna live with you forever, House.” I hugged him to me.
“You will, Jimmy. Even if we have to run away and join he circus, we’ll live together forever.” He laughed again. Then, Judge Parsons entered the courtroom, and made a long, mostly boring and meaningless speech about how—especially in complex case like this one—it’s never easy to decide what is in someone’s bet interest. He said he was hesitant to tear a family apart.
“However, in a situation like this one, especially with evidence of abuse, and complicated medical issues, I feel I only have one choice in the matter. Dr. House is the only guardian I believe to be fit enough to care for James Wilson. He’s the only one capable of providing a stable, healthy home, and as, such, I must rule in his favor.” He even banged his gavel, just like on TV. Wilson looked at me, confused, and frightened.
“The judge said we won, Jimmy. You get to stay at the loft and live with me forever.” Wilson smiled so wide his dimples seemed to be as big as marbles. He hugged me and then hugged Stacy. She put her arms around him and squeezed tight. Then, she offered to take us out to celebrate our win.
“Yeah, we can go get ice cream!” Wilson cheered. “Baskin Robbins.” Stacy chuckled lightly; then looked at me to make sure it was okay to for him to have ice cream at 11:30 in the morning. I nodded.
“Well, I was thinking something more along the lines of steaks, but who could say no to Baskin Robbins?” she replied. Wilson frowned, even wrinkling his nose. “Did I say something wrong, Greg? James?”
“It’s just—in addition to the foods he can’t eat because of the ulcer, we’ve been trying to figure out which foods are good for him, and which foods upset his stomach. Right now we’re avoiding red meat, even thinking of becoming vegetarians eventually.” Stacy’s eyed widened in shock. “Tofu chicken nuggets are surprisingly good. Veggie dogs are kind of bland, and I hate Garden burgers, but otherwise you can find a meatless alternative for just about everything.” After, making sure Wilson wasn’t listening, I added, “But I do sneak in Ruben at least once a week.” She laughed, and then the three of us left to get ice cream.
xxx
The florescent lights bounced off the white tile walls, floor, and the ceiling, giving the entire place an almost Vegas-like glow. Because it was just past noon on a weekday, Baskin Robbins was practically deserted. I called my mom and Danny from the car. They met us at the ice cream shop. The five of us must have been quite a sight for the clerk. Wilson’s brother offered to keep Jimmy entertained while we ordered but I said, “It’s alright. I need to sit down anyway. Those courtroom benches did a real number on my leg.” We stood over the cooler. “I’ll have…I dunno. Chocolate I guess. Jimmy, what do you want?”
“Um—um, what’s that?” he asked, bobbing up and down. Despite many trips to 31 flavors Wilson was always amazed by the two and a half dozen options. He seemed to have forgotten about the free taste portions. Luckily he also seemed to have forgotten about the time an employee called Wilson a retard after he sampled nineteen flavors and then asked to try mint chocolate chip—for a third time. “I forget, House, which one is the bestest?”
“Everybody has their own opinion about flavors. You tend to like cookie dough, and chocolate mint. Cookies and cream is good too,” I said. The old Wilson had always loved cookies and cream.
“That’s got Oreos in it,” he announced, proudly, albeit a little on the loud side. I nodded. “House, did we win in court today?” I reminded him that we had. “The judge said my mom and dad ‘buse me. Did they win too?”
“No, they didn’t win. The judge said, he didn’t want you living with your mom and your dad, because they were mean to you. If you want, we never have to see them again.” I noticed a flicker of sadness in Jimmy’s eyes. Despite their cruelty, and even though Wilson was positively petrified of them, Aaron and Elizabeth were still his parents. He still loved his mother and father. What’s more, he wanted—needed—their love and support in return. “The judge said you get to live with me because he knows your mom and dad can’t always take care of you the way you need. But if you want, we can see them sometimes.” Wilson nodded, quietly. I gave our orders to Danny, and then returned my attention to my friend. “We’ll see them when you want to. They won’t be able to say mean things to or hurt you or make you go back to the hospital again.”
“Is it okay if I don’t want to see them right now?” he asked. I nodded. “But later, I think. A lot later.”
“I think later is a wonderful idea. You let me know when you’re ready, and then I’ll make plans.”
xxx
Although Jimmy’s memory and several of his other faculties had been irreparably damaged in the nail gun accident, part of me hoped I would get the old Wilson back one day. He had been able to relearn several skills, and recovered in all sorts of ways no one would have believed possible. For example, even though he struggled to use a knife and fork, and could only read at the level of a fifth grade, this was in fact an improvement. Right after the accident, he had almost no hand eye coordination. By now, he’d made huge improvements, especially considering the severity of his injury.
I remember watching him try to eat a bowl of oatmeal just a few weeks after regaining consciousness—less than a month after the nails were removed from his skull—and he struggled just to grip the spoon and lift it a dollop of oatmeal in it. In addition, he continually smashed the spoon into his cheek and chin, missing his mouth almost entirely. At one point, he became so frustrated that he rubbed the back of his neck, spoon still in hand, and spilled oatmeal down his shirt. Progress had and would continue to be slow—when he made any at all—but he was getting better. And now, Aaron and Elizabeth weren’t going to be able to screw with my plans for helping him. Because they were now out of the picture, more than half my concerns and stress had vanished. I knew he could only make so many breakthroughs, but every step forward made us both feel better. Made us feel normal.
Rating: a hard PG 13, or a soft R. For now it’s not too bad but it might not be great for the sensitive/ young people.
Summary: Wilson suffers brain damage following an accident with a nail gun. House, Wilson, and his parents have to learn how to come to terms with their new roles in life. Disclaimer: I don’t own House or Wilson
Author's Notes: some ooc behavior especially from Wilson, I don’t know if getting shot in the head with a nail gun can cause this kind of brain damage but I’ve done a little research on the subject as a hole but I think I did an okay job. Obviously it’s an alternate universe, and some mentions of child abuse, drug use, etc. I guess this would take place some time after the episode “Wilson” but I’m not sure when exactly. Also, because Wilson is basically a child (emotionally) they are no longer in a slash relationship but there is a little bit of innocent cuddling/ touching.
Additional Note: In this series Wilson has the mind of a child, but the body of an adult, and some of his adult memories. This is not from the "Toddler!Wilson" universe.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Wilson sat next to me, nervously tapping the wooden table with his right hand, and rubbing the back of his neck with his left. I watched helpless, as Aaron and Elizabeth stared daggers at us. They kept whispering to each other. Jimmy noticed it too. This only served to make him more nervous. He started pulling at his tie.
“I hate this thing,” he complained. “And I think my mom and dad know magic too. That’s why I’m so scared right now.” I took his hands in mine, gently cupping them and steadying him. “Can you disappear them?” he pleaded. I smiled but shook my head.
“No, but I can disappear both of us, if the judge says you can’t live with me. But you don’t have to worry. I used my magic on the judge. Now he’ll make the right choice.” Jimmy stared into my eyes for several minutes, as though he wasn’t sure whether or not he should believe my response.
“Good,” he exclaimed at last, grinning. “I wanna live with you forever, House.” I hugged him to me.
“You will, Jimmy. Even if we have to run away and join he circus, we’ll live together forever.” He laughed again. Then, Judge Parsons entered the courtroom, and made a long, mostly boring and meaningless speech about how—especially in complex case like this one—it’s never easy to decide what is in someone’s bet interest. He said he was hesitant to tear a family apart.
“However, in a situation like this one, especially with evidence of abuse, and complicated medical issues, I feel I only have one choice in the matter. Dr. House is the only guardian I believe to be fit enough to care for James Wilson. He’s the only one capable of providing a stable, healthy home, and as, such, I must rule in his favor.” He even banged his gavel, just like on TV. Wilson looked at me, confused, and frightened.
“The judge said we won, Jimmy. You get to stay at the loft and live with me forever.” Wilson smiled so wide his dimples seemed to be as big as marbles. He hugged me and then hugged Stacy. She put her arms around him and squeezed tight. Then, she offered to take us out to celebrate our win.
“Yeah, we can go get ice cream!” Wilson cheered. “Baskin Robbins.” Stacy chuckled lightly; then looked at me to make sure it was okay to for him to have ice cream at 11:30 in the morning. I nodded.
“Well, I was thinking something more along the lines of steaks, but who could say no to Baskin Robbins?” she replied. Wilson frowned, even wrinkling his nose. “Did I say something wrong, Greg? James?”
“It’s just—in addition to the foods he can’t eat because of the ulcer, we’ve been trying to figure out which foods are good for him, and which foods upset his stomach. Right now we’re avoiding red meat, even thinking of becoming vegetarians eventually.” Stacy’s eyed widened in shock. “Tofu chicken nuggets are surprisingly good. Veggie dogs are kind of bland, and I hate Garden burgers, but otherwise you can find a meatless alternative for just about everything.” After, making sure Wilson wasn’t listening, I added, “But I do sneak in Ruben at least once a week.” She laughed, and then the three of us left to get ice cream.
xxx
The florescent lights bounced off the white tile walls, floor, and the ceiling, giving the entire place an almost Vegas-like glow. Because it was just past noon on a weekday, Baskin Robbins was practically deserted. I called my mom and Danny from the car. They met us at the ice cream shop. The five of us must have been quite a sight for the clerk. Wilson’s brother offered to keep Jimmy entertained while we ordered but I said, “It’s alright. I need to sit down anyway. Those courtroom benches did a real number on my leg.” We stood over the cooler. “I’ll have…I dunno. Chocolate I guess. Jimmy, what do you want?”
“Um—um, what’s that?” he asked, bobbing up and down. Despite many trips to 31 flavors Wilson was always amazed by the two and a half dozen options. He seemed to have forgotten about the free taste portions. Luckily he also seemed to have forgotten about the time an employee called Wilson a retard after he sampled nineteen flavors and then asked to try mint chocolate chip—for a third time. “I forget, House, which one is the bestest?”
“Everybody has their own opinion about flavors. You tend to like cookie dough, and chocolate mint. Cookies and cream is good too,” I said. The old Wilson had always loved cookies and cream.
“That’s got Oreos in it,” he announced, proudly, albeit a little on the loud side. I nodded. “House, did we win in court today?” I reminded him that we had. “The judge said my mom and dad ‘buse me. Did they win too?”
“No, they didn’t win. The judge said, he didn’t want you living with your mom and your dad, because they were mean to you. If you want, we never have to see them again.” I noticed a flicker of sadness in Jimmy’s eyes. Despite their cruelty, and even though Wilson was positively petrified of them, Aaron and Elizabeth were still his parents. He still loved his mother and father. What’s more, he wanted—needed—their love and support in return. “The judge said you get to live with me because he knows your mom and dad can’t always take care of you the way you need. But if you want, we can see them sometimes.” Wilson nodded, quietly. I gave our orders to Danny, and then returned my attention to my friend. “We’ll see them when you want to. They won’t be able to say mean things to or hurt you or make you go back to the hospital again.”
“Is it okay if I don’t want to see them right now?” he asked. I nodded. “But later, I think. A lot later.”
“I think later is a wonderful idea. You let me know when you’re ready, and then I’ll make plans.”
xxx
Although Jimmy’s memory and several of his other faculties had been irreparably damaged in the nail gun accident, part of me hoped I would get the old Wilson back one day. He had been able to relearn several skills, and recovered in all sorts of ways no one would have believed possible. For example, even though he struggled to use a knife and fork, and could only read at the level of a fifth grade, this was in fact an improvement. Right after the accident, he had almost no hand eye coordination. By now, he’d made huge improvements, especially considering the severity of his injury.
I remember watching him try to eat a bowl of oatmeal just a few weeks after regaining consciousness—less than a month after the nails were removed from his skull—and he struggled just to grip the spoon and lift it a dollop of oatmeal in it. In addition, he continually smashed the spoon into his cheek and chin, missing his mouth almost entirely. At one point, he became so frustrated that he rubbed the back of his neck, spoon still in hand, and spilled oatmeal down his shirt. Progress had and would continue to be slow—when he made any at all—but he was getting better. And now, Aaron and Elizabeth weren’t going to be able to screw with my plans for helping him. Because they were now out of the picture, more than half my concerns and stress had vanished. I knew he could only make so many breakthroughs, but every step forward made us both feel better. Made us feel normal.