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but if doctor is hot...
HOUSE: Denial and DonationsAuthor’s note:HOUSE: Denial and Donations by xCookie93
Cross-over between episode 6x10 “Wilson” and 8x15 “Blowing the Whistle” – in which House is not faking his illness and Wilson comes to his rescue. Got inspired by and used some dialog from the episodes. House/Wilson friendship, a little pre-slashy, though.
Wilson realized around 9 that House had not come in for work. This was not in fact that unusual, but after the other day’s discussions about House’s health – and without any conclusions whatsoever – Wilson had been left with worry towards his friend. He had insisted on running some tests in order to at least prove the liver failure wrong. But of course House had turned him down every time, telling him that everything was fine and that he shouldn’t worry so much.
After calling House several times – and each time reaching the answering machine – Wilson had had enough and got a clearance from Foreman to go and check up on him
As solid as a WilsonAs solid as a WilsonAs solid as a Wilson by SketchWriter
Gregory House limped away from the remains that once were his motorbike. There were flames and smoke everywhere that made his vision blurry. He tried to get away from the danger. Danger. Hah. Gregory House didn't know what danger was, he thought bitterly to himself. He sighed as he sat down in the grass. When he looked at his motorbike, he wondered how he actually got there. It seemed like ages ago he was pulling pranks on Wilson
'Morning sunshine.' House said cheerfully when Wilson came in, still wearing his pyjamas. 'Morning' Wilson grunted back. Dark rings under his eyes showed signs of the long nights at the hospital, the many patients and relatives he had to comfort and the pain he had to see every day. 'So, any plans for today?' House asked while he held out a mock with coffee to his friend. 'House, please, not this morning, I'm tired. I had the worst night ev.. What is that?!' He spat out his coffee, midsentence, with a disgusted look. He wiped
Don't Do It"You will die."Don't Do It by Rainbow13Love
"I don't care."
"But I don't."
"You have what? 8 years to live?"
"My life's worth less than someone who has a real life span."
"Yours is real."
"So is hers. Or his. Or yours."
"If you do this you will die ."
"Don't do this."
"Please don't do this."
"Why are you saying that? You don't even like me!"
"I like you more than the seven other idiots in this room."
"Yes. In fact, I especially like your sense of humor."
"I don't have a sense of humor."
"Yes you do. I mean just look at you!"
"You got all dressed up for this special occasion!"
"No I didn't. I always have my hair like this."
"Never! You're definitely dressed up!"
"Well, I guess it's not every day that you get held hostage!"
"Don't do this!"
"Too late..." she whispered when she slipped the needle under her skin and he watched as her breathing slowed and she fell to the floor in pain.
HMD: The Return of an Enemy p3HMD: The Return of an Enemy p3 by xCookie93
"I don't believe it," Wilson said, looking frustrated. "Why would he come back after a month and just..."
He couldn't pull himself together to say the words. His friend was in the hospital, beaten-up by some detective creep who was able to do anything. The man had caused unbelievably much trouble and pain among House and his team. Even Wilson. House hated him, after he had left him that night where he came into House's apartment and found House lying on the floor, barely conscious because of some pain meds he had stolen. It hadn't been with his good will to just leave House there. It just seemed easier. House had been in so much pain and had taken his time to forgive Wilson for that night.
"I really don't know..." Cuddy wrapped her arms around herself and looked through the glass, at House lying in the bed with closed eyes. Wilson did it, too.
"I think I'm gonna go sit with him for a while," he said quietly and looked down with a sigh.
Cuddy patted his shoulder briefly before he made h
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