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Title: Head Case
Author: gena
Notes: Just a tiny fictlet I posted ages ago but can fit into the chart. Takes place after 1st season episode Kids.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy stormed along the corridor, lab coat flapping behind her like white wings. The clean up was progressing nicely, 800 people in two days had a way of making a mess but she ran a damn efficient staff. She rounded the corner on the second floor and stopped in her tracks. Most of her staff had finally gone home, their replacements allowed in now that the quarantine had been lifted. But there was James Wilson still in his dress shirt, tie, and white coat and the strange thing was he was sitting on a gurney in the middle of the hallway. That would have been odd on its own but it also looked like Dr. Foreman was doing a neruo check on him. Quickening her pace, she hurried to where they were. “Was there some kind of accident? What’s wrong?” She demanded of Wilson.
“Aneurism,” Wilson said, squinting at her. He looked tired and lines of pain were etched deep around his dark brown eyes.
“What?” Shock written across her face, Cuddy shot a look at Foreman.
“It’s not an aneurism, it’s a migraine” Foreman said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Cuddy. “He says he just spent three hours with House going over applications.”
“That could explain his condition,” Cuddy agreed. Wilson reached up and squeezed the bridge of his nose, grimacing.
“Look,” Foreman said to Wilson, “take two Aspirin and punch House in the mouth. You’ll feel better.” He strolled off chuckling to himself. Cuddy shrugged at Wilson and followed. Wilson let out another groan and toppled over onto the gurney where House found him twenty minutes later.
Author: gena
Notes: Just a tiny fictlet I posted ages ago but can fit into the chart. Takes place after 1st season episode Kids.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy stormed along the corridor, lab coat flapping behind her like white wings. The clean up was progressing nicely, 800 people in two days had a way of making a mess but she ran a damn efficient staff. She rounded the corner on the second floor and stopped in her tracks. Most of her staff had finally gone home, their replacements allowed in now that the quarantine had been lifted. But there was James Wilson still in his dress shirt, tie, and white coat and the strange thing was he was sitting on a gurney in the middle of the hallway. That would have been odd on its own but it also looked like Dr. Foreman was doing a neruo check on him. Quickening her pace, she hurried to where they were. “Was there some kind of accident? What’s wrong?” She demanded of Wilson.
“Aneurism,” Wilson said, squinting at her. He looked tired and lines of pain were etched deep around his dark brown eyes.
“What?” Shock written across her face, Cuddy shot a look at Foreman.
“It’s not an aneurism, it’s a migraine” Foreman said, rolling his eyes. He turned to Cuddy. “He says he just spent three hours with House going over applications.”
“That could explain his condition,” Cuddy agreed. Wilson reached up and squeezed the bridge of his nose, grimacing.
“Look,” Foreman said to Wilson, “take two Aspirin and punch House in the mouth. You’ll feel better.” He strolled off chuckling to himself. Cuddy shrugged at Wilson and followed. Wilson let out another groan and toppled over onto the gurney where House found him twenty minutes later.
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“Look,” Foreman said to Wilson, “take two Aspirin and punch House in the mouth. You’ll feel better.”
LOL loved it!
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Thanks for posting!
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and punch house in the mouth.
i can so see foreman telling wilson something like that...