Fic : Okay
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Title: Okay
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.20 - The C-Word
Words: Approx 650
Warnings: Angsty
Summary: A small missing scene from the C-Word - House does what's necessary.
Wilson lies on the hard floor of House's apartment, his body twitching with the muscles spasms that still wreck him. It is obvious to House that he isn't going to get anywhere near the bathroom. Every effort Wilson makes to move is draining his ebbing strength, and his will. After his outburst he seems to collapse back into the floor, as if all the darkness, and all the rage, that he's been holding in for so long has finally gone now that he's found a target for it, and there is nothing left to sustain him. No anger, no hate, nothing.
House looks across at him, Wilson's words are still between them
House wants for one moment to leave Wilson to it, to leave him here, on the ground in his own filth.
Wilson twitches again and his head turns towards House. His hollow eyes look out of an ashen face, dry lips working to try and form words, his pain is eating him alive, leaving nothing but the core of him, all persona gone. He tries again to move and arches his back, calling out in a scream that shatters House's hurt.
House levers himself painfully to his feet and hobbles to the supplies, picking up a clean diaper and turning it over in his hands, he'll do this because he must, and Wilson can't. He kneels down beside Wilson and tugs at his tracksuit pants. Wilson feebly bats at his hands again but his strength is fading and House gets his pants down.
He cuts the wet and soiled diaper off to make his job easier and pulls it away from Wilson's body, steadfastly putting out of his mind that he is changing his friend's diaper. Wilson is making small sounds of protests and House looks up to see that his face is wet with tears.
"It's okay," he says, the words of reassurance he hates in others coming to his lips easily, because Wilson needs them. "It's okay."
He picks up a clean cloth and carefully wipes around Wilson's ass and genitals, his hands brushing lightly over the forbidden areas, his touch as professional and detached as he can make it. They rarely touch, not even a handshake, or a clap on the back, he feels it's wrong to force this intimacy on his friend, but he needs this for himself, he needs to try and ease Wilson's distress somehow.
He puts the clean diaper on, and carefully pulls up the pants, knowing that every touch of his hands and the cloth on the sensitised skin adds to the agony. When he's given Wilson back a little of his dignity his hand lingers for a second on one hip.
"Thank you," Wilson says, his mouth hardly able to form the words, then his eyes close and for just a few minutes he's taken away from the pain by an exhausted sleep. House slumps down beside him, resting his back against the couch. He can't lift Wilson by himself, that will have to wait until Wilson can help, until he can crawl back up to the couch to endure more torment.
House closes his eyes, his own head lolling back. He'll rest while his patient rests, he'll sleep while his friend sleeps.
He'll be there when he's needed.
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For 8.20 - The C-Word
Words: Approx 650
Warnings: Angsty
Summary: A small missing scene from the C-Word - House does what's necessary.
Wilson lies on the hard floor of House's apartment, his body twitching with the muscles spasms that still wreck him. It is obvious to House that he isn't going to get anywhere near the bathroom. Every effort Wilson makes to move is draining his ebbing strength, and his will. After his outburst he seems to collapse back into the floor, as if all the darkness, and all the rage, that he's been holding in for so long has finally gone now that he's found a target for it, and there is nothing left to sustain him. No anger, no hate, nothing.
House looks across at him, Wilson's words are still between them
House wants for one moment to leave Wilson to it, to leave him here, on the ground in his own filth.
Wilson twitches again and his head turns towards House. His hollow eyes look out of an ashen face, dry lips working to try and form words, his pain is eating him alive, leaving nothing but the core of him, all persona gone. He tries again to move and arches his back, calling out in a scream that shatters House's hurt.
House levers himself painfully to his feet and hobbles to the supplies, picking up a clean diaper and turning it over in his hands, he'll do this because he must, and Wilson can't. He kneels down beside Wilson and tugs at his tracksuit pants. Wilson feebly bats at his hands again but his strength is fading and House gets his pants down.
He cuts the wet and soiled diaper off to make his job easier and pulls it away from Wilson's body, steadfastly putting out of his mind that he is changing his friend's diaper. Wilson is making small sounds of protests and House looks up to see that his face is wet with tears.
"It's okay," he says, the words of reassurance he hates in others coming to his lips easily, because Wilson needs them. "It's okay."
He picks up a clean cloth and carefully wipes around Wilson's ass and genitals, his hands brushing lightly over the forbidden areas, his touch as professional and detached as he can make it. They rarely touch, not even a handshake, or a clap on the back, he feels it's wrong to force this intimacy on his friend, but he needs this for himself, he needs to try and ease Wilson's distress somehow.
He puts the clean diaper on, and carefully pulls up the pants, knowing that every touch of his hands and the cloth on the sensitised skin adds to the agony. When he's given Wilson back a little of his dignity his hand lingers for a second on one hip.
"Thank you," Wilson says, his mouth hardly able to form the words, then his eyes close and for just a few minutes he's taken away from the pain by an exhausted sleep. House slumps down beside him, resting his back against the couch. He can't lift Wilson by himself, that will have to wait until Wilson can help, until he can crawl back up to the couch to endure more torment.
House closes his eyes, his own head lolling back. He'll rest while his patient rests, he'll sleep while his friend sleeps.
He'll be there when he's needed.
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Date: 2012-05-01 01:29 pm (UTC)I thought about the diaper thing too when I heard Wilson say at the end of the apartment stay that this time he would like to actually make it to the bathroom. That clearly said he eventually took House's help with the diaper (the marketers for those things have got to come up with a better term than 'diaper'). Reminded me of the scene in the hospital after House is recovering from his self surgery and he finally accepts Wilson's help to the bathroom.
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:07 pm (UTC)Please post this to a comm!
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Date: 2012-05-01 04:20 pm (UTC)And yes, of course, he does what Wilson needs. That was for once perfect canon, making it clear that House has indeed been changing Wilson's diapers, and highlighting repeatedly that he could never have followed his original plan and done this alone.
His inability to fully help Wilson becauseof being disabled himself is justified and touching.
The last sentence, funnily enough, is precisely the advice new mothers get: rest and sleep when the baby does. Indeed in the parallel withthe POTW, Wilson is pretty much House's child for once, in a brilliant role reversal.
Thank you for highlighting this moment, which imho is a very important one. (mem)
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Date: 2012-05-01 09:38 pm (UTC)I must admit I was thinking during the whole thing about whether House was getting any/enough sleep, though I guess Wilson wasn't going to suddenly die (except for in that one moment) so he could have got some sleep.
Hmm - a post ep idea, they both need to get some sleep after all that and Wilson doesn't want to be anywhere near that couch again for a long time so they both go and crash on House's bed...
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Date: 2012-05-01 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-01 09:40 pm (UTC)I've always been happy with them going either way, friends or lovers - only this year have all the 'gay jokes' started to make me think that they really should just damn well go there...
Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-05-02 12:27 am (UTC)Sorry, I'm just going to be the awkward one here. This is perfect and I like this for certain reasons.
I love the tender care and intimacy. There's a closeness without it being sexual. It's just really tender and sweet that he's taking care of him in that way, doing something they'd never do, except that House was willing to do it.
It's beyond sweet and caring. I love it. Poor sick!wilson, but the hurt/comfort is amazing.
I feel like a creeper but it's great!!! I love the caretaking dynamic and House helping Wilson. I love your portrayal of House, and it holds up to the show.
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Date: 2012-05-03 04:22 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2012-05-03 04:25 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, glad you liked it :)
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