Ficlet: Post-Mortem Missing Scene
A little bit of silliness.
Spoilers for "Post-Mortem," but that's obvious, isn't it?
Disclaimer: David Shore has no right to these characters.
Rating: PG
The first thing he was aware of, besides his leg, was that his butt hurt from sitting in the car seat so long. And that the inside of the car smelled like Moutain Dew and Doritos. It was still dark out. He checked his watch: 4:15.
Screw this, he was going to go in, shove somebody over, and get a few hours’ shut-eye.
He opened the motel room door slowly and quietly, and stopped. The bathroom light was on, dimly illuminating the scene before him.
Clothes were strewn across the dirty beige carpet. A bra hung from the inside doorknob There were two full size beds in the shabby room. Two women were asleep in one. The bartender was snoring.
Wilson was rolled up in the other bed, the covers pulled into a sort of ball around him. House smiled. Wilson always stole the covers at home.
Not all of Wilson was covered, however. One foot and his bare butt peeked out of the dingy sheets. The bare butt matched the bald cap on Wilson’s head.
House had been going to crawl into bed with Wilson. Instead, he took out his phone and took pictures.
Wait ‘til he put them on the hospital website.
House closed the door and returned to the car.
Spoilers for "Post-Mortem," but that's obvious, isn't it?
Disclaimer: David Shore has no right to these characters.
Rating: PG
The first thing he was aware of, besides his leg, was that his butt hurt from sitting in the car seat so long. And that the inside of the car smelled like Moutain Dew and Doritos. It was still dark out. He checked his watch: 4:15.
Screw this, he was going to go in, shove somebody over, and get a few hours’ shut-eye.
He opened the motel room door slowly and quietly, and stopped. The bathroom light was on, dimly illuminating the scene before him.
Clothes were strewn across the dirty beige carpet. A bra hung from the inside doorknob There were two full size beds in the shabby room. Two women were asleep in one. The bartender was snoring.
Wilson was rolled up in the other bed, the covers pulled into a sort of ball around him. House smiled. Wilson always stole the covers at home.
Not all of Wilson was covered, however. One foot and his bare butt peeked out of the dingy sheets. The bare butt matched the bald cap on Wilson’s head.
House had been going to crawl into bed with Wilson. Instead, he took out his phone and took pictures.
Wait ‘til he put them on the hospital website.
House closed the door and returned to the car.