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sick_wilson2013-06-06 09:14 am
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Drabble Based Medical Mystery Guessing Game
Time to play a game! Let's use those mental muscles to solve a mystery, but do it in literary form. What you do is write a drabble or ficlet (or whatever size piece you want) that shows Wilson with an injury/illness. Then someone guesses what the injury/illness is and that person takes a turn. Easy right?
A few things to make it even simpler. If you guess but don't want to write, that's fine too, you played a game and that counts for an activity badge. If you want to write a drabble or ficlet, you do not have to wait until you guessed right, just go ahead and post in either the comments or as a separate post. Writing something earns you the appropriate badge.
Finally, it is not necessary for the medical issue to be a mystery for House or Wilson, just the reader. Just be careful not to have either character name it.
Extra lemonade if it is a summer theme, though that is not necessary. And both easy as well as difficult mysteries are welcome.
Example (to get the ball rolling):
"I can't believe you did that again," smirked House.
Wilson glared at him, taking his hands in an out of his pockets at least three times before he spoke at a rapid pace. "I didn't do this again. Last time, you did it to me!"
House chuckled. "Fine, but at least I did it to you on purpose, this was...this was...I have no idea what this was. How did you manage to do this by accident?"
Wilson, who was pacing around the room at this point, his head bobbing up and down as he walked didn't answer the question. House thought Wilson might be blushing, but it could just be the tachycardia.
Suddenly Wilson stopped in this tracks and whipped around to stare at House. A drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead and into his pupil dilated eyes. Wilson tried blinking it away, repeatedly. He looked ridiculous. House tried not to laugh.
"It was a mix up," he finally blurted out.
Before House could say anything in response, Wilson turned to leave, adding very quickly "Idon'twanttotalkaboutit," before stomping out of House's office. Though not before almost walking into the glass door first.
House watched him go. Well, at least he now had a patient for the day.
~End~
If you think you know what is going on with Wilson, mention it in the comments. And have fun writing yourself.
A few things to make it even simpler. If you guess but don't want to write, that's fine too, you played a game and that counts for an activity badge. If you want to write a drabble or ficlet, you do not have to wait until you guessed right, just go ahead and post in either the comments or as a separate post. Writing something earns you the appropriate badge.
Finally, it is not necessary for the medical issue to be a mystery for House or Wilson, just the reader. Just be careful not to have either character name it.
Extra lemonade if it is a summer theme, though that is not necessary. And both easy as well as difficult mysteries are welcome.
Example (to get the ball rolling):
"I can't believe you did that again," smirked House.
Wilson glared at him, taking his hands in an out of his pockets at least three times before he spoke at a rapid pace. "I didn't do this again. Last time, you did it to me!"
House chuckled. "Fine, but at least I did it to you on purpose, this was...this was...I have no idea what this was. How did you manage to do this by accident?"
Wilson, who was pacing around the room at this point, his head bobbing up and down as he walked didn't answer the question. House thought Wilson might be blushing, but it could just be the tachycardia.
Suddenly Wilson stopped in this tracks and whipped around to stare at House. A drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead and into his pupil dilated eyes. Wilson tried blinking it away, repeatedly. He looked ridiculous. House tried not to laugh.
"It was a mix up," he finally blurted out.
Before House could say anything in response, Wilson turned to leave, adding very quickly "Idon'twanttotalkaboutit," before stomping out of House's office. Though not before almost walking into the glass door first.
House watched him go. Well, at least he now had a patient for the day.
~End~
If you think you know what is going on with Wilson, mention it in the comments. And have fun writing yourself.