Title: Splinter
Summary: House tends to a splinter Wilson got while they were fooling around.
Words: 400
“Ow,” Wilson whines as he stares at the splinter and cut he managed to get when he knocked into House and the old bookcase.
“You big baby,” House says, grabbing hold of the hand where the offending shred of wood has taken residence neighbored by
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awwww, yeah :) Lovely, thanks for sharing :)
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...so adorably disheveled in his rumpled, unbuttoned shirt and boxers.
*melts at that image*
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There's definitely something irresistable about a Wilson in disarray in my book.
By the way, this fic prompted me to join sick!wilson, and I must say you guys have really done a great job with it. It's wonderfully organized.
Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)
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'It was impossible to be mad at Wilson when he looked so adorably disheveled in his rumpled, unbuttoned shirt and boxers.'
Hmmhmmm, that's a lovely image. ;)
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