Gravity
This is just some random stuff I've thrown together and edited. Also this is my first House md story! (Yes, I have put off sending this way to long)
House woke up in his bed drenched with sweat. He winced in pain as the sleep faded from his body and his angry leg began to throb. He glanced over at the digital clock on the night stand. 8:49. He was going to be late for work again. He grabbed his bottle of Vicodin off the nightstand and shook out four and swallowed them with a sigh. He wanted to close his eyes and fall back asleep, but he knew Cuddy would be livid tomarrow if he did'nt show up for work, so he lowered his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his cane. he screwed his eyes shut as pain shot up his leg as it hit the floor. He made his way to the bathroom grabbing his clothes on the way. He stopped in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of his scruffy unshaven face, his brown, grey-flecked hair that had gotten messed up overnight, and his deep blue eyes. he quickly got dressed, not bothering to brush his hair, and limped back to his room and grabbed his pager, cell phone,
Vicodin and sports coat and made his way to the door, motorcycle keys in hand. After the short ride to the hospital he limped inside the busy lobby trying to make his way to the elevater before Cuddy spotted him. He glanced around as he pressed the up button again and again waiting for it to come. The doors slid open and he stepped inside, glad that it was empty. He leaned on his cane hitting the button to the floor where his office was, smileing as the doors slid shut and there was no Cuddy to be seen. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he walked past his office glanceing threw the glass wall at his team members sitting around the table waiting for him to show up. Camreon was fiddleing with her hair looking impatently out the window, Foremen was reading a book and Chase was doing his morning crossword puzzle. He kept walking and stopped in front of Wilson's office pauseing to shake out two Vicodin and eatting them before bargeing in.
Wilson was doing paperwork at his desk and he glanced up as his door flew open and went back to his work when he saw it was House. House limped over to Wilson's couch and sat down letting his eyes wander from the lock of brown hair that fell over his forehead to his bushy eyebrows to his chocolate brown eyes to his soft pink lips that were set in a line to his blue paisly tie to his busy hands as they swept across the paper. "Yes, House?" Wilson asked, not looking up from his work. "I missed you." House said softly, standing up and limping over to Wilson's desk, sitting down on it. Wilson looked up and found himself lost in House's deep blue eyes. "I missed you to." Wilson managed to gasp out. House smiled and stroked his friends brown hair gently with the side of his hand. Wilson dropped his pen and reached up to run his hand along House's stubble. House leaned in and kissed Wilson on the lips before standing up and limping out of theroom without a
word leaveing the other doctor stareing at the door as House shut it behind him. House gave a satisfied smile before opening his office door and sitting down next to Chase at teh table. Everyone turned and faced House. "We were wondering if you were going to come in at all today." Camreon commented, standing up to get House's coffee. "Do we have a case?" House asked, peering at Chase's crossword. "No." Foremen answered. "Ok. Good." House said, standing up and grabbing the red coffee cup from Camreon and he made his way to the door. "What do you want us to do?" Camreon asked, as House put his hand on the door handle. "You can help me with my clinic hours." House said, throwing his nametag at Chase, and limping out the door. He made his way to one of the exam rooms and locked the door behind him. He started to breath heavier then before, rubbing his bad leg. He opened his Vicodin and ate two, sitting down on the exam bed. His blue eyes set on the drawers
as he rubbed his leg. He squeezed his cane as he began to limp across the room to the drawers and he opened the first one. Inside the drawer, silver metal scalpels shined up at him. He reached down and grabbed one, lifting it up to the light, looking at his reflection. He took off his sports coat and se it next to the sink, rolling his sleeve up. He closed his eyes as he lowered the blade to his forearm a trickle of blood cameout of the mrk as he began to move the scalpel up his arm. He opened his eyes and lifted the blade, looking at the line he made on his arm, as blood flowed out. After makeing a few more, he opened the other drawer and bandaged his arm tightly, winceing at the pain in his arm as the leg pain began to fade from the endorphin rush. He sighe. He could'nt keep doing this. He thought to himself, looking at the white scars running up and down his arm. When he had a bad day, and the Vicodin was'nt enough, he always reached for the blade of
the scalpel to take his pain away. He rembered back to last year when he first started. It had been during an afternoon of clinic duty, and after downing five Vicodin in half an hour, he had sent his paitent out of the room with a diganosis of the flu and had eyed the drawer holding the sharp instruments and had taken one out and ran it along his forearm, releved by the endorphin rush. He was keeping this from Wilson, afraid of what his freind wouls think. He made sure to keep himself distant from him after sliceing his arms up. That was'nt to bad. They healed in a week or so, but he hated to not being able to be with Wilson even for that long, so he always gave a quick visit to his brown eyed friend before going to the blade. He rolled his sleeve over the bandage and threw his sports coat back on before limping out the door to his office, where he found Camreon and Foremen talking to each other at the table. "You can go work on clinic duty to." House
yelled from across the room as he sat at his desk. The two stopped talking, and rushed out of the room. Satisfied he was alone, he pulled out his PSP and played his race car game for a few hours, until his pager went off. He looked down at his pager and read the mesage from Wilson. *Comeing down for lunch?* *Sure* Hous etyped back, shutting off his game and limping down to the cafeteria to meet his friend. House grabbed some food and started to look around for Wilson, when he came up behind House and grabbed his arm, trying to steer him towards the table. House yelped out in pain and yanked back from his grasp. "Whats wrong with you?" Wilson asked, shocked at Houses reaction. "Nothing." House muttered, limping over to an empty table. "That was not 'nothing'." Wilson said, sitting acros from House. "You acted like I just hurt you when I barely touched you!" "I said it was nothing!" House half shouted, getting up and limping back to his office. Wilson
stood and walked with him. "You okay?" Wilson said, hurt with House yelling at him. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong right?" House ignored him and got into the elevator, hitting the close door button before Wilson could get in. Wilson just took the stairs and waited outside of House's office. House rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the elevator to find Wilson standing at his door. House pushed past Wilson and went into his office, sitting back at his desk. Wilson walked behind House and sat in the chair across from House's desk. "Let me see your arm." Wilson said. "No" House said, stareing at Wilson coldly. Wilson reached across the desk and gently grabbed the arm House had reacted at and slowly brought the sleeve up, reveling the bandage. House did'nt struggle, and relaxed into Wilson's grasp. Wilsn starte dto unravel the gauze, slowly to avoid hurting his freind. "I cut myself on someting, okay?" House said when the cuts were reveled.
"No, these are strait, in a rows, you did this on purpose?" Wilsn said staeing in horror at Houses arm. "How long hae you been doing this?" Wilson asked, running his finger along the rows of scars. "Almost a year." House muttered, turning his head away from Wilsn, not wanting to look at him. "Why?" Wilsn said, in a confused voice. "The endorphins....." House said slowy, tears formingin his eyes, "It takes my pain away." "Why did'nt you tell me?" Wilson said, continueing to trace the white lines. "I did'nt want you to worry about me." House said, tears roling down his face. "Shhh...... Dont cry." Wilson said, brushing the tear away. Wilsn stood up and held House's head gently, running his fingers through his hair.
To be continued........ (If I get a good review!) Rate from 0-10! Sorry it was so long. (Fingers. Dying.) Note for Rachel: Im doing story version of House's Head/Wilson's Heart next, so look out for more finger-killing storys! And thank yous to Wilson for convinceing me to finally put this up! Oh, and I apoligize for not warning you about the slashy Hilson thing! XD Bye! Im gonna go rest unless Wilson's still up!
Love, Grace.
House woke up in his bed drenched with sweat. He winced in pain as the sleep faded from his body and his angry leg began to throb. He glanced over at the digital clock on the night stand. 8:49. He was going to be late for work again. He grabbed his bottle of Vicodin off the nightstand and shook out four and swallowed them with a sigh. He wanted to close his eyes and fall back asleep, but he knew Cuddy would be livid tomarrow if he did'nt show up for work, so he lowered his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his cane. he screwed his eyes shut as pain shot up his leg as it hit the floor. He made his way to the bathroom grabbing his clothes on the way. He stopped in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of his scruffy unshaven face, his brown, grey-flecked hair that had gotten messed up overnight, and his deep blue eyes. he quickly got dressed, not bothering to brush his hair, and limped back to his room and grabbed his pager, cell phone,
Vicodin and sports coat and made his way to the door, motorcycle keys in hand. After the short ride to the hospital he limped inside the busy lobby trying to make his way to the elevater before Cuddy spotted him. He glanced around as he pressed the up button again and again waiting for it to come. The doors slid open and he stepped inside, glad that it was empty. He leaned on his cane hitting the button to the floor where his office was, smileing as the doors slid shut and there was no Cuddy to be seen. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he walked past his office glanceing threw the glass wall at his team members sitting around the table waiting for him to show up. Camreon was fiddleing with her hair looking impatently out the window, Foremen was reading a book and Chase was doing his morning crossword puzzle. He kept walking and stopped in front of Wilson's office pauseing to shake out two Vicodin and eatting them before bargeing in.
Wilson was doing paperwork at his desk and he glanced up as his door flew open and went back to his work when he saw it was House. House limped over to Wilson's couch and sat down letting his eyes wander from the lock of brown hair that fell over his forehead to his bushy eyebrows to his chocolate brown eyes to his soft pink lips that were set in a line to his blue paisly tie to his busy hands as they swept across the paper. "Yes, House?" Wilson asked, not looking up from his work. "I missed you." House said softly, standing up and limping over to Wilson's desk, sitting down on it. Wilson looked up and found himself lost in House's deep blue eyes. "I missed you to." Wilson managed to gasp out. House smiled and stroked his friends brown hair gently with the side of his hand. Wilson dropped his pen and reached up to run his hand along House's stubble. House leaned in and kissed Wilson on the lips before standing up and limping out of theroom without a
word leaveing the other doctor stareing at the door as House shut it behind him. House gave a satisfied smile before opening his office door and sitting down next to Chase at teh table. Everyone turned and faced House. "We were wondering if you were going to come in at all today." Camreon commented, standing up to get House's coffee. "Do we have a case?" House asked, peering at Chase's crossword. "No." Foremen answered. "Ok. Good." House said, standing up and grabbing the red coffee cup from Camreon and he made his way to the door. "What do you want us to do?" Camreon asked, as House put his hand on the door handle. "You can help me with my clinic hours." House said, throwing his nametag at Chase, and limping out the door. He made his way to one of the exam rooms and locked the door behind him. He started to breath heavier then before, rubbing his bad leg. He opened his Vicodin and ate two, sitting down on the exam bed. His blue eyes set on the drawers
as he rubbed his leg. He squeezed his cane as he began to limp across the room to the drawers and he opened the first one. Inside the drawer, silver metal scalpels shined up at him. He reached down and grabbed one, lifting it up to the light, looking at his reflection. He took off his sports coat and se it next to the sink, rolling his sleeve up. He closed his eyes as he lowered the blade to his forearm a trickle of blood cameout of the mrk as he began to move the scalpel up his arm. He opened his eyes and lifted the blade, looking at the line he made on his arm, as blood flowed out. After makeing a few more, he opened the other drawer and bandaged his arm tightly, winceing at the pain in his arm as the leg pain began to fade from the endorphin rush. He sighe. He could'nt keep doing this. He thought to himself, looking at the white scars running up and down his arm. When he had a bad day, and the Vicodin was'nt enough, he always reached for the blade of
the scalpel to take his pain away. He rembered back to last year when he first started. It had been during an afternoon of clinic duty, and after downing five Vicodin in half an hour, he had sent his paitent out of the room with a diganosis of the flu and had eyed the drawer holding the sharp instruments and had taken one out and ran it along his forearm, releved by the endorphin rush. He was keeping this from Wilson, afraid of what his freind wouls think. He made sure to keep himself distant from him after sliceing his arms up. That was'nt to bad. They healed in a week or so, but he hated to not being able to be with Wilson even for that long, so he always gave a quick visit to his brown eyed friend before going to the blade. He rolled his sleeve over the bandage and threw his sports coat back on before limping out the door to his office, where he found Camreon and Foremen talking to each other at the table. "You can go work on clinic duty to." House
yelled from across the room as he sat at his desk. The two stopped talking, and rushed out of the room. Satisfied he was alone, he pulled out his PSP and played his race car game for a few hours, until his pager went off. He looked down at his pager and read the mesage from Wilson. *Comeing down for lunch?* *Sure* Hous etyped back, shutting off his game and limping down to the cafeteria to meet his friend. House grabbed some food and started to look around for Wilson, when he came up behind House and grabbed his arm, trying to steer him towards the table. House yelped out in pain and yanked back from his grasp. "Whats wrong with you?" Wilson asked, shocked at Houses reaction. "Nothing." House muttered, limping over to an empty table. "That was not 'nothing'." Wilson said, sitting acros from House. "You acted like I just hurt you when I barely touched you!" "I said it was nothing!" House half shouted, getting up and limping back to his office. Wilson
stood and walked with him. "You okay?" Wilson said, hurt with House yelling at him. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong right?" House ignored him and got into the elevator, hitting the close door button before Wilson could get in. Wilson just took the stairs and waited outside of House's office. House rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the elevator to find Wilson standing at his door. House pushed past Wilson and went into his office, sitting back at his desk. Wilson walked behind House and sat in the chair across from House's desk. "Let me see your arm." Wilson said. "No" House said, stareing at Wilson coldly. Wilson reached across the desk and gently grabbed the arm House had reacted at and slowly brought the sleeve up, reveling the bandage. House did'nt struggle, and relaxed into Wilson's grasp. Wilsn starte dto unravel the gauze, slowly to avoid hurting his freind. "I cut myself on someting, okay?" House said when the cuts were reveled.
"No, these are strait, in a rows, you did this on purpose?" Wilsn said staeing in horror at Houses arm. "How long hae you been doing this?" Wilson asked, running his finger along the rows of scars. "Almost a year." House muttered, turning his head away from Wilsn, not wanting to look at him. "Why?" Wilsn said, in a confused voice. "The endorphins....." House said slowy, tears formingin his eyes, "It takes my pain away." "Why did'nt you tell me?" Wilson said, continueing to trace the white lines. "I did'nt want you to worry about me." House said, tears roling down his face. "Shhh...... Dont cry." Wilson said, brushing the tear away. Wilsn stood up and held House's head gently, running his fingers through his hair.
To be continued........ (If I get a good review!) Rate from 0-10! Sorry it was so long. (Fingers. Dying.) Note for Rachel: Im doing story version of House's Head/Wilson's Heart next, so look out for more finger-killing storys! And thank yous to Wilson for convinceing me to finally put this up! Oh, and I apoligize for not warning you about the slashy Hilson thing! XD Bye! Im gonna go rest unless Wilson's still up!
Love, Grace.