Fic : The Twister
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menolly_auTitle: The Twister
Words: 957
Rating : G
Spoilers : None
Pairing : House and Wilson friendship
Summary : House and Wilson spend the day at an amusement park, post infarction but pre-series.
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sick_wilson pic prompt challenge #5 (Twister - Tornado)
Wilson could barely wait until the roller coaster stopping moving before he launched himself out of the seat, staggered away from the crowd and ducked behind a stand to be sick. There was a buzzing in his ears, his throat was raw and his legs felt like they were going to collapse under him. Of course House followed him there, munching happily on yet another hot dog he must have snagged the moment he got off the ride. Wilson felt a cane prod him. He again cursed the infarction that had given his friend a handy weapon to carry around.
"Wilson, you girl, what are you doing?"
Wilson slowly stood up, the world was spinning and his stomach was still sloshing up and down but he could just about focus on the man in front of him, the very annoying man.
"You said it wasn't too bad, a bit scary but not too bad!"
"Well, it wasn't. It's not my fault if you have no sense of adventure. This is nothing, you should have been on the one I went to in Japan..."
"House! It went up and then it went around...and down...and upside down...and then..." Wilson gestured each movement with his hands, his arms waving around. "It was like being in some sort of demented washing machine! You said it wasn't too bad!"
"The Giant Twisting Roller Coaster of Death? Yeah it's not like the name didn't give you a clue, Wilson."
"But you said..."
"Oh give it a rest, Wilson - everybody lies."
"I don't know why I agreed to come," Wilson said. The world was beginning to settle back into place and he thought that, given an hour or two of rest and a nice lie down, he'd begin to feel human again.
He did know why he'd agreed to come. He'd thought that House, newly appointed as PPTH's Head of Diagnostics and with no fellows yet, and no cases, would be keen to help him diagnose a patient with a myriad of weird symptoms. He'd thought wrong - House had agreed to take the case only if Wilson agreed to go with him to the amusement park. It had seemed a strange choice for House who was still a little unsteady on his feet after a long convalescence period following the infarction that had so devastated his life. But House had been depressed and miserable since Stacy left and Wilson had thought that an outing (with Wilson paying for everything of course) would be good for him.
House had perked up a little since they got here, some of the lines of pain smoothing out of his face, he'd even smiled a couple of times as they played the games in Arcade Alley. When House had suggested the roller coaster Wilson had balked at it. He'd let himself be persuaded when he'd seen House glancing several times at his watch and jiggling his little bottle of Vicodin in his pocket. House was on four hourly doses and he always got anxious towards the end of the four hours, the pain beginning to break through. Wilson had hoped the roller coaster ride would be a distraction.
Now House glanced at his watch again and smiled, digging out the bottle and swigging down a pill with a drink of water. Wilson looked away, it hurt to think that his best friend was in so much pain all the time that he needed to take such strong pain killers.
"Right, time for another go before they close the park." House announced, turning back towards the roller coaster. "Come on, Wilson."
"Are you insane? I'm not going on that thing again. It just about killed me the first time. I can't see why a grown man wants to go on a roller coaster anyway."
House thumped his cane on the ground and scowled at Wilson.
"Down here, I'm just a cripple with a cane, lurching around the place, being scared some idiot kid will run into my cane and knock me over. Up there," he pointed to the rollercoaster tracks high in the air, "up there, it doesn't matter. The arenaline rush knocks out the pain and I can forget about this damn leg for a couple of minutes. That's why I want to go on the rollercoaster again."
Wilson rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. My stomach will never forgive me but I'll go on your damned ride. Just give me a minute."
House nodded and stomped off, Wilson caught a glimpse of him smirking happily as he turned away. Wilson didn't care, let House think he'd sucked Wilson in with that little speech if it made him happy - it wasn't like House had a lot to be happy about these days.
Wilson went into the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out and splashed water on his face. One good thing was that there was nothing left in his stomach to bring up this time. He'd close his eyes, see if that helped. If he couldn't see death staring him in the face maybe it wouldn't be quite so scary.
As they settled down into their seats and were strapped in House glanced at him and this time Wilson could see genuine appreciation in his eyes.
After the roller coaster had inched its way up an insanely steep section of track and stood poised to hurtle down the other side he thought he heard House saying, 'thanks, Wilson' but he couldn't be sure - he was screaming too hard.
Words: 957
Rating : G
Spoilers : None
Pairing : House and Wilson friendship
Summary : House and Wilson spend the day at an amusement park, post infarction but pre-series.
Written for the
sick_wilson pic prompt challenge #5 (Twister - Tornado)Wilson could barely wait until the roller coaster stopping moving before he launched himself out of the seat, staggered away from the crowd and ducked behind a stand to be sick. There was a buzzing in his ears, his throat was raw and his legs felt like they were going to collapse under him. Of course House followed him there, munching happily on yet another hot dog he must have snagged the moment he got off the ride. Wilson felt a cane prod him. He again cursed the infarction that had given his friend a handy weapon to carry around.
"Wilson, you girl, what are you doing?"
Wilson slowly stood up, the world was spinning and his stomach was still sloshing up and down but he could just about focus on the man in front of him, the very annoying man.
"You said it wasn't too bad, a bit scary but not too bad!"
"Well, it wasn't. It's not my fault if you have no sense of adventure. This is nothing, you should have been on the one I went to in Japan..."
"House! It went up and then it went around...and down...and upside down...and then..." Wilson gestured each movement with his hands, his arms waving around. "It was like being in some sort of demented washing machine! You said it wasn't too bad!"
"The Giant Twisting Roller Coaster of Death? Yeah it's not like the name didn't give you a clue, Wilson."
"But you said..."
"Oh give it a rest, Wilson - everybody lies."
"I don't know why I agreed to come," Wilson said. The world was beginning to settle back into place and he thought that, given an hour or two of rest and a nice lie down, he'd begin to feel human again.
He did know why he'd agreed to come. He'd thought that House, newly appointed as PPTH's Head of Diagnostics and with no fellows yet, and no cases, would be keen to help him diagnose a patient with a myriad of weird symptoms. He'd thought wrong - House had agreed to take the case only if Wilson agreed to go with him to the amusement park. It had seemed a strange choice for House who was still a little unsteady on his feet after a long convalescence period following the infarction that had so devastated his life. But House had been depressed and miserable since Stacy left and Wilson had thought that an outing (with Wilson paying for everything of course) would be good for him.
House had perked up a little since they got here, some of the lines of pain smoothing out of his face, he'd even smiled a couple of times as they played the games in Arcade Alley. When House had suggested the roller coaster Wilson had balked at it. He'd let himself be persuaded when he'd seen House glancing several times at his watch and jiggling his little bottle of Vicodin in his pocket. House was on four hourly doses and he always got anxious towards the end of the four hours, the pain beginning to break through. Wilson had hoped the roller coaster ride would be a distraction.
Now House glanced at his watch again and smiled, digging out the bottle and swigging down a pill with a drink of water. Wilson looked away, it hurt to think that his best friend was in so much pain all the time that he needed to take such strong pain killers.
"Right, time for another go before they close the park." House announced, turning back towards the roller coaster. "Come on, Wilson."
"Are you insane? I'm not going on that thing again. It just about killed me the first time. I can't see why a grown man wants to go on a roller coaster anyway."
House thumped his cane on the ground and scowled at Wilson.
"Down here, I'm just a cripple with a cane, lurching around the place, being scared some idiot kid will run into my cane and knock me over. Up there," he pointed to the rollercoaster tracks high in the air, "up there, it doesn't matter. The arenaline rush knocks out the pain and I can forget about this damn leg for a couple of minutes. That's why I want to go on the rollercoaster again."
Wilson rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. My stomach will never forgive me but I'll go on your damned ride. Just give me a minute."
House nodded and stomped off, Wilson caught a glimpse of him smirking happily as he turned away. Wilson didn't care, let House think he'd sucked Wilson in with that little speech if it made him happy - it wasn't like House had a lot to be happy about these days.
Wilson went into the bathroom and rinsed his mouth out and splashed water on his face. One good thing was that there was nothing left in his stomach to bring up this time. He'd close his eyes, see if that helped. If he couldn't see death staring him in the face maybe it wouldn't be quite so scary.
As they settled down into their seats and were strapped in House glanced at him and this time Wilson could see genuine appreciation in his eyes.
After the roller coaster had inched its way up an insanely steep section of track and stood poised to hurtle down the other side he thought he heard House saying, 'thanks, Wilson' but he couldn't be sure - he was screaming too hard.
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Date: 2011-04-10 01:56 pm (UTC)"Are you insane? I'm not going on that thing again."
"Yeah, yeah, okay."
I like how IC this all is.
A lovely glimpse in the past based on how the H/W relationship was depicted in the first few seasons. How I miss it. Luckily there's fanfic.
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Date: 2011-04-10 08:01 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, thanks for reading!
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Date: 2011-04-10 03:00 pm (UTC)"...he thought he heard House saying, 'thanks, Wilson' but he couldn't be sure - he was screaming too hard."
^ Awesome last line. In a funny way it seems to sum up not just the situation, but also their friendship.
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Date: 2011-04-10 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-10 11:25 pm (UTC)Every four hours: great precursor to what came after!
The Giant Twisting Roller Coaster of Death--THIS.
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Date: 2011-04-10 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 09:15 pm (UTC)"Down here, I'm just a cripple with a cane, lurching around the place, being scared some idiot kid will run into my cane and knock me over. Up there," he pointed to the rollercoaster tracks high in the air, "up there, it doesn't matter. The arenaline rush knocks out the pain and I can forget about this damn leg for a couple of minutes.
How could Wilson say no? I'm so glad he didn't :)
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Date: 2011-04-12 11:24 pm (UTC)