For Wilson, at the apartment, NFB, and please no interruptions

[gotcanewillpoke]

House lay in the bed until he simply couldn't stand it any more. His body felt heavy, and he ended up crawling on all fours -well, three- to get to the bathroom. His mouth felt dry and disgusting, and he brushed his teeth even though he hadn't eaten, and wouldn't eat. Couldn't eat. The very thought of food made him nauseous, and he threw up in the

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[gotcanewillpoke]

House listened to Wilson talk, pained by his words, and entranced by his voice. It was heartbreak and desperation at every turn, and somewhere along the way, House shifted and nearly lay against Wilson on the matress, keeping upright just enough that Wilson's head remained on his lap, and pausing only when Wilson reached for the water, House stroked and caressed his hair and the side of his face

[gotcanewillpoke]

House's eyes flickered to the kitchen. "C...c...cook?" He said, with raised brow and wide eyes. "Youa nd me? Cook? What...about Chinese take out?" He said with mock hope.

He took a breath and grinned at Wilson. "Yeah. I think...we could do that. If it's nothing toooo fancy."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson wrinkled his nose. "We can not live on Chinese take out...besides, that's Christmas dinner." He pointed out good naturedly.

"I'll start looking up receipes tomorrow."

They'd be lucky if they didn't burn the apartment down.

[gotcanewillpoke]

House made a face at the Chinese comment. But Christmas is a month away!

"I'll leave that to you." House said good naturedly, pulling a more serene face, and cracking a smile. "I'll trust you to pick out something reasonable. Somethng we can cook..." Without burning the place down.