Post by Kyla Ryan House on May 29, 2007 16:02:11 GMT -5
Title: Nader
Rating: T
Pairing: House/Wilson
Disclaimer: The usual
Summary: While the cat is away the mice will play...and Wilson will get beat up.
A/N: written for the fic prompt on sick!House and sick!Wilson
Wilson was airblowing his keyboard when House threw a rock at the balcony door, making Wilson start and blow the canned air in his eye.
"OOOWWW!!" Wilson cried, more from surprise than actual pain.
House opened the balcony door, having known the whole time that it was unlocked and gave Wilson a quizzical look.
"What is it, you big baby?" he asked.
"Canned air!" was all Wilson would say.
"Ooops! Didn't realise it was that time of the month," joked House.
Wilson glared at him as House limped over to Wilson's couch and sat down. More like fell down and began seizing violently.
Wilson instantly went into doctor mode and forgot about his own eye.
"NURSE!" he yelled as he carefully moved the seizing diagnostican away from the couch, getting a black eye in the process.
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House woke to find himself hooked up to wires and stuff. He was back in the ICU. Great. No bandages, so he didn't get shot again. By a gun at any rate, But he couldn't remember anything happening that would land him a bed in the ICU.
"Wilson, he's awake," a keen-eyed nurse whispered to the worried oncologist, who sprung from his nearby seat.
"Hey, House, how are you feeling?" Wilson asked. His black eye had healed, but his left arm was in a cast now. He also had stitches along the left side of his face. His lip was cut too.
"Head hurts. Leg hurts. What happened?"
"You had a seizure then went into a coma for about a month," Wilson replied, preparing an injection of morphine. House eyed the syringe wariedly, which Wilson noticed.
"Just morphine. Been giving it to you whenever your leg seemed to be bothering you,"
"So I could feel pain?"
Wilson nodded, then winced,
"You have a headache?" House asked.
"Got into a nasty fight with a patient here in the ICU. He seemed to think you were Ralph Nader or something."
House chuckled, "Ralph Nader? Seriously?"
Wilson nodded. House laughed some more.
Rating: T
Pairing: House/Wilson
Disclaimer: The usual
Summary: While the cat is away the mice will play...and Wilson will get beat up.
A/N: written for the fic prompt on sick!House and sick!Wilson
Wilson was airblowing his keyboard when House threw a rock at the balcony door, making Wilson start and blow the canned air in his eye.
"OOOWWW!!" Wilson cried, more from surprise than actual pain.
House opened the balcony door, having known the whole time that it was unlocked and gave Wilson a quizzical look.
"What is it, you big baby?" he asked.
"Canned air!" was all Wilson would say.
"Ooops! Didn't realise it was that time of the month," joked House.
Wilson glared at him as House limped over to Wilson's couch and sat down. More like fell down and began seizing violently.
Wilson instantly went into doctor mode and forgot about his own eye.
"NURSE!" he yelled as he carefully moved the seizing diagnostican away from the couch, getting a black eye in the process.
******************************
House woke to find himself hooked up to wires and stuff. He was back in the ICU. Great. No bandages, so he didn't get shot again. By a gun at any rate, But he couldn't remember anything happening that would land him a bed in the ICU.
"Wilson, he's awake," a keen-eyed nurse whispered to the worried oncologist, who sprung from his nearby seat.
"Hey, House, how are you feeling?" Wilson asked. His black eye had healed, but his left arm was in a cast now. He also had stitches along the left side of his face. His lip was cut too.
"Head hurts. Leg hurts. What happened?"
"You had a seizure then went into a coma for about a month," Wilson replied, preparing an injection of morphine. House eyed the syringe wariedly, which Wilson noticed.
"Just morphine. Been giving it to you whenever your leg seemed to be bothering you,"
"So I could feel pain?"
Wilson nodded, then winced,
"You have a headache?" House asked.
"Got into a nasty fight with a patient here in the ICU. He seemed to think you were Ralph Nader or something."
House chuckled, "Ralph Nader? Seriously?"
Wilson nodded. House laughed some more.