House Angst!
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house_wilson_ghcTitle: Helpless
Pairing: Not so much a pairing as a one off reference to House’s love for Wilson.
Rating: 13
Warnings: Drug and alcohol abuse. Spoilers for Merry Little Christmas.
Disclaimer: I am not David Shore; therefore I do not own House MD.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this a few minutes ago. I’ve been feeling pretty down and needed to get some of my angsty feelings out. This is the result. I’m still getting a feeling for this fandom so it’s not really that great.
Summary: Takes place during Merry Little Christmas just before House collapses in a drunken stupor on the floor. These are his musings.
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Pairing: Not so much a pairing as a one off reference to House’s love for Wilson.
Rating: 13
Warnings: Drug and alcohol abuse. Spoilers for Merry Little Christmas.
Disclaimer: I am not David Shore; therefore I do not own House MD.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this a few minutes ago. I’ve been feeling pretty down and needed to get some of my angsty feelings out. This is the result. I’m still getting a feeling for this fandom so it’s not really that great.
Summary: Takes place during Merry Little Christmas just before House collapses in a drunken stupor on the floor. These are his musings.
What am I doing to myself?
Muttered a weakened voice at the back of House’s head but he chose to ignore it.
He emptied the last of the pills into his hand and threw them into his mouth without a second thought.
This was quickly followed by a glass of scotch, way to full to be just a single shot.
House put the glass down and wiped his forehead. He could already feel the combination of alcohol and narcotics and it was making him nauseous.
It’s still better than detoxing. He thought bitterly.
In his increasingly hazy mind, House could hear Wilson asking to spend Christmas Eve together. The more he thought about it, the more House wished he had taken Wilson up on the offer.
House’s stomach churned dimly, he could barely feel a thing now. Half a bottle of scotch had seen to that and the Oxychodone was making him incredibly sleepy.
Wilson. Wilson, Wilson, Wilson.
Why did he have to care so much? Why did he have to interfere?
House loved him and he hated himself for it. He didn’t want to love Wilson because it made ignoring his pleas for help much more difficult.
Wilson cared way too much about House and he didn’t understand why. He was horrible to Wilson, downright nasty sometimes and it looked as though their friendship wouldn’t survive this investigation.
I am definitely going to prison.
This was House’s last coherent thought before he stumbled off the couch, collapsed onto the floor and threw up.
He was dimly aware of the phone ringing and Wilson bursting into the apartment sometime later.
House was rolled over and came face to face with a pair of furious brown eyes. Wilson would probably never forgive him now.
The last thing House knew before he passed out was a pill bottle flying at his face.
And the world went black.
END
Muttered a weakened voice at the back of House’s head but he chose to ignore it.
He emptied the last of the pills into his hand and threw them into his mouth without a second thought.
This was quickly followed by a glass of scotch, way to full to be just a single shot.
House put the glass down and wiped his forehead. He could already feel the combination of alcohol and narcotics and it was making him nauseous.
It’s still better than detoxing. He thought bitterly.
In his increasingly hazy mind, House could hear Wilson asking to spend Christmas Eve together. The more he thought about it, the more House wished he had taken Wilson up on the offer.
House’s stomach churned dimly, he could barely feel a thing now. Half a bottle of scotch had seen to that and the Oxychodone was making him incredibly sleepy.
Wilson. Wilson, Wilson, Wilson.
Why did he have to care so much? Why did he have to interfere?
House loved him and he hated himself for it. He didn’t want to love Wilson because it made ignoring his pleas for help much more difficult.
Wilson cared way too much about House and he didn’t understand why. He was horrible to Wilson, downright nasty sometimes and it looked as though their friendship wouldn’t survive this investigation.
I am definitely going to prison.
This was House’s last coherent thought before he stumbled off the couch, collapsed onto the floor and threw up.
He was dimly aware of the phone ringing and Wilson bursting into the apartment sometime later.
House was rolled over and came face to face with a pair of furious brown eyes. Wilson would probably never forgive him now.
The last thing House knew before he passed out was a pill bottle flying at his face.
And the world went black.
END
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