Fic: Remnants - Sick!Wilson
Title: Remnants
Rating: G
Words: ~ 220
Characters: House, Wilson
Summary: Written for the Camp Sick!Wilson Hurt/Comfort Trope Bingo Challenge: Post Apocalyptic
There were a list of things that caused Wilson anxiety these days, and House glancing out the curtains to the street outside was one of them. Wilson pleaded for him to come away from the window when he was overcome by a coughing fit. House returned to him and knelt beside the couch.
"Enough of this. I'm going, Wilson," he said.
Wilson shook his head as he continued to cough. Finally, out of breath, he got out a "no." He clutched his chest in pain. "Don't go."
"I have to." The coughing subsided and House offered him a glass of water. "I can't look after you properly. I'll be back soon."
House felt it was now necessary that he go to the hospital to get the medicine for his treatment. Wilson didn't like it. He didn't see the point. He was dying anyway, and House was only taking a risk by travelling the distance to the hospital. On the off chance that it hadn't already been raided, it would only spare him a few more weeks. Wilson watched as House put his jacket on, grabbed his helmet and keys.
"I promise," House said. Wilson was too tired to argue again as House walked out the door.
He was now alone, and fearful that he might remain that way.
Rating: G
Words: ~ 220
Characters: House, Wilson
Summary: Written for the Camp Sick!Wilson Hurt/Comfort Trope Bingo Challenge: Post Apocalyptic
There were a list of things that caused Wilson anxiety these days, and House glancing out the curtains to the street outside was one of them. Wilson pleaded for him to come away from the window when he was overcome by a coughing fit. House returned to him and knelt beside the couch.
"Enough of this. I'm going, Wilson," he said.
Wilson shook his head as he continued to cough. Finally, out of breath, he got out a "no." He clutched his chest in pain. "Don't go."
"I have to." The coughing subsided and House offered him a glass of water. "I can't look after you properly. I'll be back soon."
House felt it was now necessary that he go to the hospital to get the medicine for his treatment. Wilson didn't like it. He didn't see the point. He was dying anyway, and House was only taking a risk by travelling the distance to the hospital. On the off chance that it hadn't already been raided, it would only spare him a few more weeks. Wilson watched as House put his jacket on, grabbed his helmet and keys.
"I promise," House said. Wilson was too tired to argue again as House walked out the door.
He was now alone, and fearful that he might remain that way.