Drabbles - Chicken Soup
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menolly_auTitle: Chicken Soup
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For the C-Word
Words: Two drabbles of 100 hundred words each
Summary: It's the only bit of comfort House knows how to give.
Written for the 'Meet Me in the Mess Hall' challenge at Camp Sick!Wilson.
His hands work quickly, methodically. Cooking quiets his racing mind. Chopping vegetables distracts him from the sight of Wilson, sitting on his couch, hooked up to a heart monitor and a lethal drip. Slicing the chicken, making firm cuts into the tender flesh, relieves him of some of his anger. This isn't fair, none of this is fair. Wilson should be untouched by pain and suffering. This could kill him, House could kill him.
He puts ingredients together, stirs the soup and ladles it into a bowl. It's very little and most likely futile, but it's all he can do.
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House hands him a bowl of chicken soup with spoon and added snark. He can feel House's anger, he knows it's directed at him, at his cancer, at this life that brings such pain. House hates this and Wilson feels a sliver of guilt, remorse for what he is about to put House through. He never meant for House to be involved in this, although he always knew he would be.
He puts the spoon into the bowl, it looks delicious, and then it happens. His muscles lock and spasm, his hand is useless, he can't feed himself.
It's begun.
Characters: House & Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For the C-Word
Words: Two drabbles of 100 hundred words each
Summary: It's the only bit of comfort House knows how to give.
Written for the 'Meet Me in the Mess Hall' challenge at Camp Sick!Wilson.
His hands work quickly, methodically. Cooking quiets his racing mind. Chopping vegetables distracts him from the sight of Wilson, sitting on his couch, hooked up to a heart monitor and a lethal drip. Slicing the chicken, making firm cuts into the tender flesh, relieves him of some of his anger. This isn't fair, none of this is fair. Wilson should be untouched by pain and suffering. This could kill him, House could kill him.
He puts ingredients together, stirs the soup and ladles it into a bowl. It's very little and most likely futile, but it's all he can do.
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House hands him a bowl of chicken soup with spoon and added snark. He can feel House's anger, he knows it's directed at him, at his cancer, at this life that brings such pain. House hates this and Wilson feels a sliver of guilt, remorse for what he is about to put House through. He never meant for House to be involved in this, although he always knew he would be.
He puts the spoon into the bowl, it looks delicious, and then it happens. His muscles lock and spasm, his hand is useless, he can't feed himself.
It's begun.
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Date: 2012-06-17 07:19 am (UTC)