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WIP: Untitled as of yet, Part 6
As promised, today it's a bit more - over 1000 words :).
Onions hate me. When I watch them sizzle in the pan, they take hours to even start sizzling. When I go away to check my emails, they start to burn in, like, 10 seconds.
"Seriously, House," Wilson said. "I feel kinda dizzy."
At the slight touch of panic in Wilson's voice, House uneasiness intensified. It would so not do for Wilson to freak out now. He reached out to turn on the bedside lamp and turned on his side.
"Wilson," he said. "Wilson, look at me." Wilson turned his head, and House noticed that his eyes looked a lot darker than usual. He held Wilson's gaze. "It's okay," he said. "You're okay. Just go to sleep."
Wilson blinked a couple of times as if he were trying to clear his vision. "You gave me something," he said. "House, what did you give me?"
House looked at him for another few moments before he turned away and lay back down on his back. "Something to help with the headache," he said. "Now go to sleep."
"Oh no," Wilson said. "You didn't give me acid, did you?" House remained silent, and the agitation in Wilson's voice grew. "You did. Oh boy, you did. House, have you completely lost it?"
House let out an explosive sigh and sat up. "Do you want that migraine to go away or not?" he asked. "LSD is not addictive, and it works. Just relax and enjoy the trip."
He looked at Wilson who was staring back at him with wide eyes. House could see his pupils contracting and dilating quicker than the steady dim light in the room would have justified. He reached out to put a hand on Wilson's shoulder. Wilson flinched and shrank away from the touch. House tightened his grip.
"It's okay," he said again. "You're okay. Everything's fine. Just relax." He could see, though, that Wilson wasn't taking in anything of what he was saying. He was staring at something just above House's shoulder and his lips were moving, but he wasn't making any sound. The expression on his face was terrified.
House swore silently under his breath. During the wilder of his college days, he'd had a couple of bad trips on acid, and he knew that it was nothing to joke about. Leave it to Wilson to get freaked out about this enough to push himself right into a horror trip.
He leaned over and snapped his fingers in front of Wilson's face until Wilson's eyes stopped flitting back and forth and focused on him. "Hey," House said. "Listen. You're okay. You're just hallucinating. It's not real. Just relax, it'll go away."
Wilson stared at him, and House could see that little or nothing of his words had reached through. Suddenly, Wilson began to blink rapidly and then raised his arms in a protective gesture over his head. "Stop that," he said. "Don't do that, please."
House reached out to take Wilson's wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. When he spoke, he tried for his most reassuring tone. "I'm not doing anything," he said. "It's not real. You're fine. Just relax, okay?"
Wilson didn't answer, and House wasn't sure if he'd even heard him. Wilson was staring into the empty space just above House's head, his expression petrified. A thin film of sweat was building up on his brow.
House sighed again. "Oh for God's sake." He shuffled closer to Wilson and put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "It's not real, Jimmy," he said. "You're hallucinating. Don't let it scare you. You're okay."
Wilson's breath was going fast, and he was trembling a little. "Don't go away," he said in a low, scared whisper, and clutched a fistful of House's shirt in his hand. "Don't leave."
House sighed again and turned his eyes to the ceiling. "Not going anywhere, Jimmy," he said.
He could have kicked himself. This was James Wilson, boy wonder oncologist who didn't even nick a joint for himself if he had a bunch of them lying on his desk. How could House not have realized that the only reaction Wilson would ever have to a psychedelic acid trip was terror? He tightened his arms around Wilson's shoulders. "Fucking wimp," he muttered.
They sat like that for a while, Wilson with his face buried in House's shoulder. House didn't know what Wilson was seeing behind his closed eyelids, but it couldn't have been anything good, because despite House's constant muttered reassurances, the trembling of Wilson's shoulders wouldn't cease.
After a while, House began to feel the exhaustion of the last day catch up with him. This morning, Wilson had woken him about two hours before he usually started his day, and a glance to the alarm clock on the night stand told him that it was already well past midnight. He leaned his head back against the wall above the bed and wearily closed his eyes, absentmindedly moving his hand on Wilson's shoulder in what he hoped to be reassuring strokes.
He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep until he was suddenly jerked awake by violent movement beside him. He quickly disentangled himself from Wilson in order to avoid getting an eye poked out.
Wilson, eyes wide and dark with panic, was pulling back, making frantic warding-off gestures towards the air above his head. "Get away from me!" he yelled. "Leave me alone!"
House, after he had regained his bearings, reached out to catch Wilson's flailing hands. "Calm down, Wilson!" he said sharply. "It's not real. It won't hurt you."
Wilson, however, didn't even acknowledge him. He struggled against House's grip and tried to squirm deeper underneath the blankets. "They're everywhere," he breathed, eyes flitting back and forth. "Can't you see them? We need to get out of here!"
"Yeah, we need to get out of Bat Country," House said. "Wilson, stop it. There's nothing here. No bats and nothing else. You're safe."
Wilson wasn't listening, though. He was squirming and breathing fast, trying to twist his hands out of House's grip. "Let me go! We need to get out of here!"
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" House let go of Wilson, and the other man immediately flung his arms over his head in a protective gesture and slid further under the blankets. House looked at him for another few moments, then sighed in exasperation and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you," he accused as he reached for his cane. "You know how small the chances are for the first acid trip being a horror trip?"
Wilson, of course, didn't answer, probably hadn't even heard him since he had buried his head under the pillows.
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*comes back with long spear*
DEATH TO THE HAM-OSAURUS!!! SISTERS, JOIN ME IN WAR!!
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Right there next to ya. You go for the eyes, I'll take the legs.
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*holds furry shield in front of self*
*watches as special fur reflects the laser beams right back to the Ham-osaurus' glasses, and then eyes*
*smoke and burning smells happen*
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SPARTAAAAANS!!VICTORY WILL BE OURS!!!*snickers*
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A F/Girl is a Fangirl that didn't have enough space for its "an" ;).
And I like the names. They fit the characters ;).
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Neery out.
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10-4, 10-40
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In other words, onions always take two minutes to start sizzling, but the time feels shorter when you've got stuff on the brain that's more interesting that watching onions not-sizzle in a pan. *g*
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You're wrong about the indirect proportion, though. As proven by Urie Bronfenbrenner in his paper on theoretical crack physics, the constant a equals one divided by the activity of neurons in the Broca areal is only constant if the tide on the shore of Micronesia stays below the Sod's Mark. But since Micronesia is sinking into the ocean due to tectonic movements, a becomes more and more erratic!
In other words, global warming's the reason I burned my onions.
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LOL
That law is not completely bullshit, by the way - the official definition of a second really is defined by some confusing Caesium activity thing that I didn't get at all, and Broca's one of the areas we use to understand language, and time seems shorter if it's well-occupied with emails, so, you know I am totally right about the indirect proportion.
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:D
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Well, we all know that tide stands in correlation with gravity, and gravity stands in correlation with time-space. Mr. Bronfenbrenner argues that since cause-effect is an issue of viewpoint as proven by Olgeratius' addon to Heisenbergs Uncertainty Principle, the tide, when it rises above Sod's Mark, has an influence on the time-space continuum in our part of the subspace that cannot be neglected.
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Oh, wonderful idea :) Acid hadn't even occurred to me. Poor terrified!Wilson! I wonder what's going on in his twisted little Wilson mind? I can hardly wait for the next histology lecture *g*
Thank you :-)
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Me, too! In this part, I was almost sorry that I picked House's POV. Well, there's still the awkward morning after.
House: "What did you hallucinate about?"
Wilson: "Like I'd tell you. I'm still not talking to you!"
House: "Pretty pleeze, I wanna know, I promise not to give you acid again?"
Wilson: "That is so not helping your case, House."
House: "Okay, I promise to give you acid again if you don't tell me what you saw!"
Wilson: *gulps* "Well, there were these bunnies..." (see above comments ;) )
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Maybe when this is finished you can re-write it from Wilson's POV :)
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*is properly ashamed of herself*
Nice Hamsauro-picture. Hope you caught them all! Don't leave any survivors.
Oh and, for me Wilson saw a lot of little bugs all flying around and crawling everywhere *shudder* (my worst nightmare.) Or maybe he just saw Cameron advancing on House... *more shuddering*
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ACID... We should have known...
Actually, I was a little worried that you'd all go, oh, he's giving him acid, isn't he? ;) - but then, acid as a treatment for migraines is just so - um - weird?? - that even though it's canon, it's still not something I'd immediately think of, either ^^.
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*thinking about scary things*
What about zombies... a lame choice, but they are creepy.
Or big mosquitos (maybe he's allergic)
or writing monkeys
or... i don't know...
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Zombies aren't scary, either, if you ask me. Especially not since I'm currently doing the neuroanatomy course at uni, and everytime I walk into the anatomy hall, all I can think is BRAIIIIIINZZ! ;) (yes, I have seen too many bad movies ;) ).
Hm. I don't know which monsters scare me most. I don't think I'm scared of monsters. I think I find stuff I can't see much scarier.
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dash it, I wanted to post a scary monkey here, but I can't figure out how...Zombies give me the creeps! It's the only thing that really scares me (apart from creepy bugs)
I can't really think of anything scary right now, because the sun is shining and I'm exhausted from a 5 hour 'Blockseminar'. so
maybe he saw little flying tritter-fairies... :-)
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Dude, it's Saturday!! Don't your lecturers ever give it a rest?? ;)
So I take it you've never seen Shaun of the Dead? I love that movie!! ;)
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No unfortunately they don't... It was 7 hours yesterday and 5 hours today and in two weeks the same again... (At least it's halfway interesting... listening and speaking in an english lesson...etc.)
So I take it you've never seen Shaun of the Dead
no I actually haven't. People tell me it's great, but I just can't bring myself to do it. The last zombie film I saw was "Zombies im Kaufhaus" (don't know the english title) and even though it was hilarious, it still creeped me out... It's something about the way they move. *shudder*
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Well, if zombies creep you out, you might not enjoy Shaun of the Dead. There are a lot of zombies in that one ;).
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