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sick_wilson2013-06-07 10:25 pm
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Cibophobia
Title: Cibophobia
Summary: Wilson shares one of his unusual eating habits with House. He has an extreme disliking (nearly a phobia) of a certain kind of food. Cibophobia is the fear of food. Apparently there is no title for fear of specific foods (although WIlson's condition isn't really a phobia).
Warnings: Sort of slash or maybe just a close friendship. House is being nice-ish to Wilson and Jimmy’s a bit OOC too. Also, this is a shortened (edited, and changed) version of a scene I originally wrote into a Sherlock/ Watson (from Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch) fic I’m working on.
Rating: G
Words: 186
“I made you soup,” House offered, placing the bowl in front of me. “Heated up...but still.”
“I can’t have this. It’s got carrots it in it. I hate carrots!” Just then, another sneezing fit rattled my body. Broth sprayed across the bed, and I collapsed onto my mattress in defeat. “See, my body’s rejecting the soup. Like an allergy. I’m not being childish.”
“I’ll get you some green tea or whatever. Sorry about the soup. Had no idea you felt so strongly about carrots.”
“I refuse to eat anything that grows underground. It’s disgusting spending their whole lives actually surrounded by dirt. Like some people,” I joked.
“Well that makes perfect sense. Actually, it doesn’t but I’m still never cooking anything containing carrots again.” I rolled my eyes. “Any other phobias I need to be aware of?” he asked, drinking my soup.
“Phobias are irrational fears that possess someone and obstruct their ability to live a normal life. I’m not afraid of carrots. I just don’t like to eat things covered in dirt. Unlike you, who will eat just about anything in just about any condition.”
Summary: Wilson shares one of his unusual eating habits with House. He has an extreme disliking (nearly a phobia) of a certain kind of food. Cibophobia is the fear of food. Apparently there is no title for fear of specific foods (although WIlson's condition isn't really a phobia).
Warnings: Sort of slash or maybe just a close friendship. House is being nice-ish to Wilson and Jimmy’s a bit OOC too. Also, this is a shortened (edited, and changed) version of a scene I originally wrote into a Sherlock/ Watson (from Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch) fic I’m working on.
Rating: G
Words: 186
“I made you soup,” House offered, placing the bowl in front of me. “Heated up...but still.”
“I can’t have this. It’s got carrots it in it. I hate carrots!” Just then, another sneezing fit rattled my body. Broth sprayed across the bed, and I collapsed onto my mattress in defeat. “See, my body’s rejecting the soup. Like an allergy. I’m not being childish.”
“I’ll get you some green tea or whatever. Sorry about the soup. Had no idea you felt so strongly about carrots.”
“I refuse to eat anything that grows underground. It’s disgusting spending their whole lives actually surrounded by dirt. Like some people,” I joked.
“Well that makes perfect sense. Actually, it doesn’t but I’m still never cooking anything containing carrots again.” I rolled my eyes. “Any other phobias I need to be aware of?” he asked, drinking my soup.
“Phobias are irrational fears that possess someone and obstruct their ability to live a normal life. I’m not afraid of carrots. I just don’t like to eat things covered in dirt. Unlike you, who will eat just about anything in just about any condition.”