Prompt #17 Red
This was impossible. How the hell could Wilson have managed to sabotage his cane (again) without his knowledge?
Yet here he was, sprawled across the floor, face flushing with embarrassment. He’d slipped somehow-maybe Wilson had removed the rubber stop at the end of his cane.
“House! Are you-“
“Just fine, Booberella.” House muttered as Cuddy tried to help him up. “Let me go.”
“What happened?”
“Thirty-nine years ago Wilson was born, and...Well, you know the rest.”
“You think Wilson did this?”
“Yeah, he took the rubber…” House trailed off. The stopper was there.
“How embarrassing for you.”