Fic : Five Drabbles
Title: Five Drabbles
Author: menolly_au
Words: 5 drabbles of 100 words each
Warnings : Wilson was injured in the making of this fic :)
Summary : Wilson is in a serious car crash, House helps him through his recovery
Written for Camp Sick!Wilson Random Challenge #2
Five interlinked drabbles with each drabble using one set of prompts. Prompts are listed before the drabbles
(Motorcycle, blue, wave)
His eyes are heavy, sticky with something. Blinking a few times he finally opens them. Hearing a noise to his left he turns his head that way. Blue eyes stare back at him, he can see a motorcycle stopped on the road behind him. House had been following him, would have seen the crash. He moves his fingers a little, a sad parody of a wave, hoping that House will notice and understand. House reaches out to him, touching a hand to Wilson's shoulder. Wilson notices that House's hands are shaking. He tries to smile to reassure but he cannot.
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(Head, tie , key)
The pain is crippling. Wave after wave of it, never letting him rest properly. Pain in his head, pain in his legs and through his body. The pain ties him to this bed, trapping him. He stares at the morphine machine next to his bed, longing for the key to unlock it, to up the dosage and end this agony. House stares down at him, perfect understanding in his eyes. Deft hands unlock the machine, adjust the flow. The drug runs into his veins, bringing relief from pain. House sits down by his side to watch over him. Wilson sleeps.
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(Pool, light)
The therapy pool is warm and welcoming. Wilson is lowered into it, his body light now, supported by the water. He looks down at his scarred and wasted body. Looks across at House, sitting in the pool with him. They are a matched pair now, he thinks, two cripples together. Tears leak out of his eyes to splash onto the surface, creating small ripples in the water. When he looks up House is looking away. Too soon it is time to struggle into the wheelchair again. House takes the handlebars and pushes, taking him back to his bed, his prison.
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(Smoke, crouch, miss)
Learning to walk again is agony. Every step he takes drains him, leaves him shaking and exhausted. He sets goals for himself, and is furious when he misses them, when his legs won't work and he falls. He slumps on the mats at the end of the session, his head bowed. struggling to catch his breath, humiliated and defeated. House crouches down beside him, the stink of smoke from his stolen cigarette clinging to him. He hands over a couple of Vicodin, saying nothing but simply being there. Wilson whispers to House that he hurts and House nods. He knows.
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(Tree, bet)
Going outside is like escaping prison Wilson thinks. The fresh air is in his lungs, the sun warms his skin. He is still unsteady and unsure on his feet, his quad cane the only thing keeping him upright. House bets him that he can't make it to the trees and Wilson isn't going to let him win. When they are there they sit down on the bench and look back at the hospital. Their twin canes lean against the table. Wilson mutters a quiet thanks. House shrugs and they sit in the sun until it's time to go back in.
Author: menolly_au
Words: 5 drabbles of 100 words each
Warnings : Wilson was injured in the making of this fic :)
Summary : Wilson is in a serious car crash, House helps him through his recovery
Written for Camp Sick!Wilson Random Challenge #2
Five interlinked drabbles with each drabble using one set of prompts. Prompts are listed before the drabbles
(Motorcycle, blue, wave)
His eyes are heavy, sticky with something. Blinking a few times he finally opens them. Hearing a noise to his left he turns his head that way. Blue eyes stare back at him, he can see a motorcycle stopped on the road behind him. House had been following him, would have seen the crash. He moves his fingers a little, a sad parody of a wave, hoping that House will notice and understand. House reaches out to him, touching a hand to Wilson's shoulder. Wilson notices that House's hands are shaking. He tries to smile to reassure but he cannot.
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(Head, tie , key)
The pain is crippling. Wave after wave of it, never letting him rest properly. Pain in his head, pain in his legs and through his body. The pain ties him to this bed, trapping him. He stares at the morphine machine next to his bed, longing for the key to unlock it, to up the dosage and end this agony. House stares down at him, perfect understanding in his eyes. Deft hands unlock the machine, adjust the flow. The drug runs into his veins, bringing relief from pain. House sits down by his side to watch over him. Wilson sleeps.
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(Pool, light)
The therapy pool is warm and welcoming. Wilson is lowered into it, his body light now, supported by the water. He looks down at his scarred and wasted body. Looks across at House, sitting in the pool with him. They are a matched pair now, he thinks, two cripples together. Tears leak out of his eyes to splash onto the surface, creating small ripples in the water. When he looks up House is looking away. Too soon it is time to struggle into the wheelchair again. House takes the handlebars and pushes, taking him back to his bed, his prison.
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(Smoke, crouch, miss)
Learning to walk again is agony. Every step he takes drains him, leaves him shaking and exhausted. He sets goals for himself, and is furious when he misses them, when his legs won't work and he falls. He slumps on the mats at the end of the session, his head bowed. struggling to catch his breath, humiliated and defeated. House crouches down beside him, the stink of smoke from his stolen cigarette clinging to him. He hands over a couple of Vicodin, saying nothing but simply being there. Wilson whispers to House that he hurts and House nods. He knows.
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(Tree, bet)
Going outside is like escaping prison Wilson thinks. The fresh air is in his lungs, the sun warms his skin. He is still unsteady and unsure on his feet, his quad cane the only thing keeping him upright. House bets him that he can't make it to the trees and Wilson isn't going to let him win. When they are there they sit down on the bench and look back at the hospital. Their twin canes lean against the table. Wilson mutters a quiet thanks. House shrugs and they sit in the sun until it's time to go back in.