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WIP: Untitled as of yet; Part 2
Migraine update! :)
It's apalling how slow I write when I'm not typing on a computer. 1.5 hours, and all I have to show are a lousy 640 words. Less than perfect 640 words, at that. It's hard to concentrate when the constant drone of your Histo prof is distracting you ;).
Today's entry ends a little abruptly, but the course was over, and all I wanted to do was get home... ;)
Enjoy!
Click here for Part 1House was sitting on his couch and watching a late afternoon soap. He was only listening to it with half an ear, though. Most of his attention was focused on listening for any sounds from the bedroom at the end of the hall. When he heard the sound of unsteady footsteps, he looked up immediately.
Wilson had spent the whole day curled up in bed with the bedroom curtains drawn to keep out the bright sunlight. The migraine, even though it had been temporarily hampered by several dosages of Excedrin, had not relented. Around twelve, they had run out of the good stuff, and House had dug up some acetaminophen and had fed it to Wilson with almost ridiculously huge amounts of coffee. He'd even offered to share his Vicodin, but Wilson had balked at the idea. He had also refused to take any more than the recommended dosage of acetaminophen. House had called him an idiotic moron, but Wilson had only closed his eyes and dismissed him. House, not knowing what else he could do, had gone into the living room and pretended to sulk. It wasn't any fun, though, since Wilson was obviously too distracted by his headache to care.
Or maybe not. House kept his eyes on the bedroom door, and it wasn't long before Wilson emerged, wearing a pair of loose sweats and one of House's t-shirts. His hair was mussed in a very contradictory style to his usual meticulously blow-dried hairdo, and House thought that sleepy Wilson looked pretty damn sexy. The only drawback were Wilson's scrunched up eyes and the pain-filled expression on his pale face.
Wilson padded down the hallway, trailing one hand along the wall for support. Without taking his eyes off him, House turned off the TV and waited until Wilson had awkwardly lowered himself next to him on the couch before he spoke up.
"What's with the Zombie act?" he asked. "Got bored suffering in there without anybody to hold your hand?"
Wilson licked his lips and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "I should eat something," he said.
House raised an eyebrow. "You're not nauseous anymore?" Wilson hadn't said anything about it, but House knew that his stomach had been bothering him all day. He had also thrown up a couple more times, which might have been one of the reasons the pills had not taken.
Wilson was silent for a moment before he answered. "I haven't eaten all day," he said.
House rolled his eyes. "You've been sick all day." He watched Wilson closely and saw his expression change from pain to resignation to exhaustion and back to pain.
"I should eat something," Wilson simply repeated. House looked at him for another moment, then shook his head and levered himself to his feet.
"I can offer you chicken and noodle soup or Kraft dinner. I used up the rest of the peanut butter earlier."
"No cheese," Wilson said with a slight frown, and House pulled up one corner of his mouth in a lop-sided smirk.
"Soup then," he said. Just when he was about to turn away, Wilson opened his eyes.
"Thanks," he said. House raised an eyebrow.
"Don't mention it," he said, starting in direction of the kitchen. "To anyone."
He heated up the last can of chicken soup, making a mental note to call Cameron and make her get him some more from the store tomorrow. As he sorted through the kitchen cupboards, he spotted a box of tea bags behind a congregation of Wilson's health food ingredients. After a short moment of consideration, he took it out of the cupboard and turned on the electric kettle. If he was ruining his reputation as uncaring bastard, he might as well do it right.
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I have to say I'm much obliged to your histo-prof, if he makes you come up with stuff like that.
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Heh. Thanks. I found a bunch of migraine fics on house_wilson already on the day I started reading... I love the idea of Wilson having chronic migraines, even though as far as I know, it's completely fanon.
I have to say I'm much obliged to your histo-prof, if he makes you come up with stuff like that.
^^ I'll be sure to let him know... or not ;).
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If he was ruining his reputation as uncaring bastard, he might as well do it right.
Absolutely. And Wilson knows that even if he does tell everyone about Nursemaid!House, then within an hour everyone's going to know some embarrassing habit of his, anyway.
Everything staying between the lines of what they're saying is perfectly in character and much fun to read... you have to thank the histo professor for me ;)
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Um... chaotic and illegible? ;) And it was missing half of that last sentence ;).
perfectly in character and much fun to read
Thank you :). And I think I'm dedicating this fic to my Histo professor ;).
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LOL!
This is great :) I'll look forward to your histology lectures with keen anticipation!
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I'll look forward to your histology lectures with keen anticipation!
And you know what? I do, too. I don't want to curse this by starting to write it outside of Histo (this might sound really stupid, but it's happened to me so many times that a WIP just died without any advance warning, and I really don't want to risk it with this one), but the fic is going round and round in my head all the time since I started it - I was antsy today, waiting for Histo to start ;).
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House is right--Wilson's behaving like an idiotic moron! I'd take those babies for a wicked migraine in a heartbeat.
And I love this: If he was ruining his reputation as uncaring bastard, he might as well do it right. *sniffle* He cares. :)