http://barefootpuddles.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] barefootpuddles.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sick_wilson2013-06-07 09:23 am

Twenty-One Word Salute to Sick!Wilson

Last year we had a very successful 6 word challenge. This year we are giving a bit more leeway, you have 21 words to tell a story. It's not as hard as it sounds, just let the reader fill in what they will.

Here are a few examples to get you started. Please post your stories in the comments.

Story one:

Wilson leaned against House. They only ever touched when they were drunk. House sighed, at least alcohol was cheaper than hookers.

Story two:

Don’t touch.
Come on.
Get away, House!
It’ll get infected.
I’ll do it myself.
I can remove splinters.
Not with pliers!

[identity profile] knitty-woman.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilson gingerly positioned the ice pack against the bridge of his nose and sighed. Air hockey was, apparently, a contact sport.

[identity profile] rslhilson.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilson groans, slumped over the toilet - his brand new porcelain home. Never trust House to check the expiration date on food.

[identity profile] petitecuriosity.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I love your story one. It makes my heart ache a little to read, but it's lovely.

And story two is amusing. House coming at anyone with pliers sounds terrifying. ;)

[identity profile] petitecuriosity.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wilson glared, eye covered by an ice pack.

House smirked. "That's what you get for actually playing racquetball with Taub."

[identity profile] mnstrtruckslash.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Men never cry. Wilson’s father taught him that. Several times. Jimmy realized he didn't feel like crying whilst caring for somebody.

[identity profile] mnstrtruckslash.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
House laughed at first. Wilson swatting at invisible insects. Then he grabbed a razor…

Hospitalization, observation, diagnosis.

“I’m sorry; it’s Parkinson’s”
Edited 2013-06-07 22:18 (UTC)

[identity profile] jezziejay.livejournal.com 2013-06-07 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
House finds Wilson, trembling, on his back, blinking owlishly at the creature on his chest.

“It’s a mouse. On a Jew.”

*sorry*

[identity profile] mnstrtruckslash.livejournal.com 2013-06-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
“Potart and Nutella sandwiches? You eat like a stoner."

“That’s because you knocked me up*!” Wilson grumbled, then stormed off teary-eyed.


*note to all my friends in the UK and certain parts of Europe: You probably already know this but in America Knocked up/ to knock someone up is slang for getting that person pregnant.

[identity profile] alternatealto.livejournal.com 2013-06-08 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I was being helpful."

"I realize that."

"You said you wanted --"

"The floor waxed. Yes. Help me up."

"Hey, cripple here!"

[identity profile] menolly-au.livejournal.com 2013-06-08 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
As sharp claws raked Wilson's arm he crossed 'lion-taming' off his list of possible future careers. Oncology was easier than this.