This is beautifully written. Liked the bit about Wilson's old lady mouth (It's funny cuz it's true....), the after-glowing moment when nothing hurts, and this:
"...only two pills into the day's Vicodin, his walk is less of a limp and more of a stutter. He is perpetually interrupted which makes him irritable."
The ending threw me a little bit, like it wasn't really an ending but the beginning of a new scene.
Wow! This was amazing! I loved every word! Beautiful! So...fic requests...huh...mine are a little out there...but if you would write a nice House/Wilson H/C piece I would love you forever! (Hurt/Comfort not anything else, there are far too many possibly meanings of H/C in this fandom! lol!) Thanks again for writing stuff, I would be doing it myself if my evil little muse wasn't on summer vacation...
Very nice! You've got a wonderful way with words. Requests? You know what I'd like that I haven't seen? People finding out House is a pianist. I mean the ducklings and Cuddy. I'm sure Wilson knows. Something where he has to play in public or they come upon him playing. I don't know why, but the thought fascinates me.
Ooooh, cool. I especially liked He just keeps getting history on his lips. He really is mushy on the inside! ;) My only wish is that it were longer... but I'm pathetically needy like that. Hope you'll write us some more soon.
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"...only two pills into the day's Vicodin, his walk is less of a limp and more of a stutter. He is perpetually interrupted which makes him irritable."
The ending threw me a little bit, like it wasn't really an ending but the beginning of a new scene.
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