Help
Title: Help
Beta: The amazing potterfreak0515
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G
Summary: Fluffy unoriginal little fic in which House needs his Vicodin.
Disclaimer: I don't own House and stuff.
A/N: My first fic in a long while.
The pain is almost unbearable. I move my leg and the fire shoots through the right side of my body. I look up and see my pills on the table, all the way on the other side of the room. I attempt to lift myself out of bed, but it only results in more pain when I lift my leg.
“Wilson,” I wheeze though harsh breaths. I wait for some sort of response. After hearing nothing, I call his name again.
“What?” He’s still in the living room, on the couch.
“Come in here!” I can barely get it out. I hear him sigh and get up.
“What do you want?” I point to the pills across the room. He looks at me and sees the anguish in my face and knows I can’t do it myself. I’m massaging my thigh over the old scar while he brings the bottle over. He hands it to me and I pop it open with lightning speed. I take out two pills and down them.
“Anything else I can get you since I’m already up?” Wilson asks sympathetically.
I grunt and close my eyes. I hear him walk closer and wonder what he’s doing. I feel his warm breath over my face as he kisses my forehead. Then he walks out, leaving me in fading pain and a longing for him to stay.
Beta: The amazing potterfreak0515
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: G
Summary: Fluffy unoriginal little fic in which House needs his Vicodin.
Disclaimer: I don't own House and stuff.
A/N: My first fic in a long while.
The pain is almost unbearable. I move my leg and the fire shoots through the right side of my body. I look up and see my pills on the table, all the way on the other side of the room. I attempt to lift myself out of bed, but it only results in more pain when I lift my leg.
“Wilson,” I wheeze though harsh breaths. I wait for some sort of response. After hearing nothing, I call his name again.
“What?” He’s still in the living room, on the couch.
“Come in here!” I can barely get it out. I hear him sigh and get up.
“What do you want?” I point to the pills across the room. He looks at me and sees the anguish in my face and knows I can’t do it myself. I’m massaging my thigh over the old scar while he brings the bottle over. He hands it to me and I pop it open with lightning speed. I take out two pills and down them.
“Anything else I can get you since I’m already up?” Wilson asks sympathetically.
I grunt and close my eyes. I hear him walk closer and wonder what he’s doing. I feel his warm breath over my face as he kisses my forehead. Then he walks out, leaving me in fading pain and a longing for him to stay.