Chapter 1: Ghosts of a Past stick Together
Twas the night before Christmas, and in a hospital far away,
lived many happy patients waiting for Christmas day.
Everyone but one man, a man by the name of House,
hated Christmas so much that he was called a louse.
He never gave a f###, and he hated the season,
but everyone knew he had no good reason.
But everything was about to change this night,
as House went to sleep, complaining with spite.
The MD slept soundly, sleeping away,
until a bright light headed this way.
This woke up House, who said "Who are you?"
as he swung his cane which just passed through.
The light became bigger, forming the shape of a man,
as House looked in surprise, because he knew the man.
It was Dr. Wilson, who had died of cancer,
also his enemy and life enhancer.
"I thought you were dead!"
"I did. And you are still who the people dreads.
I thought my death changed you, to a friend and clan,
but turns out it was a flash-in-the-pan."
Wilson approached House, who was very skeptic.
"You're still grumpy, and not authentic.
Tonight you will see your mistreated colleagues, on how they treat you."
House frowned-but before he could say "F-U",
Wilson grabbed him and away he flew.
House spoke. "You know...can't we just stop the rhyming?"
"Good point." Wilson replied. "I don't have the timing."