Walk the Seven Seas-
WHO: Nill, Wilson and T-Bag (XDDD!)
WHAT: Trying to get used to the new world.
WHERE: On the boat!
WHEN: Day 106
Wilson looked down at the file in his hands, scanning over this woman's medical history. "So...Kate, is it? How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any nausea or lethargy? Those might be signs that we may need to switch your medication-" and he was interrupted when his pager began beeping, very loudly. Apparently another doctor needed him for a consult. Ten to one it was House, who really wouldn't care if he was with a patient or not.
With a sigh and a sort of long-suffering smile he reached for the small (but incredibly loud and annoying) electronic device, turning it off with a click. "I"m sorry. I'll have to excuse myself for a minute- it's an emergency consult." he lied through his teeth, knowing it was probably just House wanting to annoy him, yet again.
Getting up from his seat, Wilson pushed open the door of his office, heading towards the elevators. Pressing the ground floor button, he waited until the doors slid open, not looking forward as he stepped out.
And onto a boat.
This was- at the very least it looked like he had just stepped onto a set of a very low-budget historical movie. A wooden boat that looked like it had come straight out of the seventeeth century, and with the way the timbers were creaking, was probably as old as well.
Everything that he'd learned in medical school, hell- in all of his years at school had not prepared him for this. Unless it was a sort of elaborate hoax. Except that the waves lapping against the wood looked incredibly real.
So then, House must have drugged him yet again. Hadn't he learned from the last time that Wilson had no qualms about retaliating? Despite the 'cripple' excuse he so often used, Wilson found himself having very little sympathy for his best friend, right now.
He was standing next to a diminuative blonde girl. And Wilson had to blink. Once, twice, three times. She had wings. This was a hallucination. House had somehow slipped drugs into his morning coffee, or something else he'd consumed. His breakfast, perhaps?
Wilson just- stared. It didn't matter if that were rude right now, it was his own hallucination, for god's sake!
WHAT: Trying to get used to the new world.
WHERE: On the boat!
WHEN: Day 106
Wilson looked down at the file in his hands, scanning over this woman's medical history. "So...Kate, is it? How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any nausea or lethargy? Those might be signs that we may need to switch your medication-" and he was interrupted when his pager began beeping, very loudly. Apparently another doctor needed him for a consult. Ten to one it was House, who really wouldn't care if he was with a patient or not.
With a sigh and a sort of long-suffering smile he reached for the small (but incredibly loud and annoying) electronic device, turning it off with a click. "I"m sorry. I'll have to excuse myself for a minute- it's an emergency consult." he lied through his teeth, knowing it was probably just House wanting to annoy him, yet again.
Getting up from his seat, Wilson pushed open the door of his office, heading towards the elevators. Pressing the ground floor button, he waited until the doors slid open, not looking forward as he stepped out.
And onto a boat.
This was- at the very least it looked like he had just stepped onto a set of a very low-budget historical movie. A wooden boat that looked like it had come straight out of the seventeeth century, and with the way the timbers were creaking, was probably as old as well.
Everything that he'd learned in medical school, hell- in all of his years at school had not prepared him for this. Unless it was a sort of elaborate hoax. Except that the waves lapping against the wood looked incredibly real.
So then, House must have drugged him yet again. Hadn't he learned from the last time that Wilson had no qualms about retaliating? Despite the 'cripple' excuse he so often used, Wilson found himself having very little sympathy for his best friend, right now.
He was standing next to a diminuative blonde girl. And Wilson had to blink. Once, twice, three times. She had wings. This was a hallucination. House had somehow slipped drugs into his morning coffee, or something else he'd consumed. His breakfast, perhaps?
Wilson just- stared. It didn't matter if that were rude right now, it was his own hallucination, for god's sake!