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WIP: Untitled as of yet, Part 11
AND NOW MY BACK FUCKING HURTS!!
And here's the migraine update :).
House opened his mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and simply turned his eyes away. He heard Wilson huff in frustration but didn't look up to see what he was doing. Instead, House pushed the blankets aside and set himself to the laborious task of getting up.
At first, it was going more or less okay. He rolled over his left leg and got to his knees, and even though the movement made his leg cramp painfully, it wasn't any worse than on some regular days. It started to get a lot worse, though, when he had to briefly put his weight on his right leg in order to get his left foot underneath himself. House gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers and somehow managed to push himself upright, leaning heavily against the wall for support.
Standing there and trying to catch his breath, it completely eluded him how he was supposed to make it from the wall over to the bed, let alone the bathroom, when he suddenly felt a less-than-gentle hand on his elbow.
"You're a fucking idiot," Wilson said again as he all but manhandled House to the bed. House felt more than relieved when he felt the firm mattress under his butt. He raised his head to look at Wilson as Wilson scooped up the pillows, blankets and the bottle of Vicodin that had fallen out of House's pajama pockets. He dumped the bedding onto the mattress behind House, and House quickly snatched the Vidodin bottle out of the air as Wilson tossed it to him.
"Thanks," House said somewhat breathlessly. Wilson didn't answer, only shook his head and left the room.
House flicked open the pill bottle and swallowed two in rapid succession. Then he let himself fall back onto the bed and closed his eyes.
The pills took unusually long to kick in, but after about fifteen minutes, House felt the sharp pain in his leg diminish to a dull throb. He waited another five minutes before he sat up and picked up his cane, using it to lever himself to his feet. Standing was painful, but not as impossible as twenty minutes ago. House grabbed the pill bottle from the nightstand and made his way into the kitchen, where Wilson was seated at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and not looking up as House entered. House saw the now-empty package of acetaminophen lying on the tabletop beside Wilson's coffee cup.
House walked over to the counter and picked up the coffee mug, only to realize that it was empty. Wilson had obviously only made coffee for himself. House rolled his eyes and was tempted to make a remark, but then only carried the pot to the sink in order to make some more coffee for himself.
The silence in the room was tense, and as it always happened to him in these situations, House grew impatient. He turned on the coffee maker and then walked up to the kitchen table, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs, glad to be able to take the weight off his leg. "Stop acting as if I killed your mother," he said. "I was trying to help you."
Wilson didn't look up. "Well, don't," he said.
House rolled his eyes. "You could still be having that migraine if I hadn't-"
Wilson slammed his hand down on the table and glared at House, his eyes blazing with anger. "You gave me LSD!" he yelled, and House had to muster up all his self-discipline not to wince. "Do you even know what kind of long-term effects that stuff can have?!"
"There are no long-term effects of LSD, except with underlying conditions. Do you have an underlying tendency to schizophrenic psychoses?"
"The fact that you have to ask speaks for itself."
House rolled his eyes. "You should give lessons on how to be intentionally thick and annoying. I'm your medical proxy, I know your history. And I know that the only occurrence of mental illness in your family was your mom's father's Alzheimer's."
"And you think that makes it okay for you to dope me up on acid?" Wilson was angrier than House had ever seen him, and the fact that basically Wilson had every right to be seething didn't really help House's standpoint.
"You wouldn't let me help you!" he said, raising his voice as well. "You'd rather lie there and be miserable all night! I'm not going to apologize for trying to do something!"
Wilson's glare was murder. "Yes," he said, his voice oozing sarcasm. "Because you let me help you when you're in pain. You never prefer to be miserable rather than accept help."
House hated it when Wilson did that. Twisted his words. Was right. He pressed his lips together, then grabbed his cane and got up. "Kiss my ass, James Wilson," he said while trying to keep the pain in his leg from showing on his face. He limped over to the counter and filled a cup with the freshly cooked coffee. Then he took the mug, and without another look at Wilson - who hadn't given a response to House's insult and had gone back to staring morosely into his own coffee mug - he started towards the living room.
Walking didn't even hurt all that much, and that was probably why House's attention slipped for a moment. He set his cane down on the rug just outside the kitchen door, and as he shifted his weight onto it, the rubber tip slipped a little.
Usually, he would have easily been able to catch himself. Today, however, as soon as his body weight shifted to his right leg, a flash of agony shot up to his brain, and he lost his balance, crashing to the floor and spilling hot coffee all over his hand and forearm.
"Fuck!"
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And cliffhanger! No, dammit... when's your next Histo lecture, again??
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Wilson can never stay angry at House for long. I think. Hope. *veg*
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Ooh! And it sounds as though there could be a bit of sick!House (well, sore!House at least) coming next, with Wilson to pick him back up again :) Looking forwards to the next histo lecture, as ever...
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Me, too! Seems like we're just not used to Wilsie being angry... *gg*
sick!House FTW! And sick!Wilson FTW. And I'm going to bed now, before I get any more incoherent.
Thanks for commenting :)!
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my oh my, Wilson must be pissed...
Will he help poor House???
What's going to happen???
When will you update??
I love how you switch from sick!Wilson to sick!House that's fan-fucking-tastic!
(sorryif I'm incoherent. My brain's all fuzzy from the bug-meds)
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What's going to happen???
When will you update??
*pokes notebook* It's all in there. Just needs to be typed up. Gah... *gg*
Thanks for the comment! And happy House watching :).
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thanks! it's already wednesday 11:05 and I still haven't seen it... *pokes torrent*
*hopes her head doesn't explode till it's here*
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And poor House--I'm almost starting to feel sorry for him. So much for that 'best of intentions' thingy.
Looking forward to your next Histo lecture. :)
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*gg* Yeah, didn't quite work out the way he imagined it ^^. Thanks for the comment! :)
Stayed awake this time, so I won't be half asleep when I d/load the torrent... ^^. HP has fallen asleep though, I think... at least she's not answering on AIM anymore. Well, she said she set her alarm clock... *gg*
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