Rain poured down fast outside the windows. Wilson sighed and closed the blinds. He hated bad weather. Every time he had to work late it seemed to rain. He peeked through the blinds and saw that House's office light was on. Maybe a quick visit would cheer him up.
As he walked to House's office the lights flickered. 'I hope the generator's working,' he thought.
Wilson knocked on the door and tried to open it, but found that it was locked. He knocked on it again and called," House! Open up! Don't make be go over the balcony!"
He waited and the door was unlocked to a very pale, sickly House. His eyes were bloodshot and he bundled up in his coat. He moved so Wilson could come in.
"So, what have you been doing?" House asked.
"Paperwork. You?"
"The same."
Wilson and House both sat down in the chairs and the desk. House pour himself and Wilson a shot of scotch that he just happened to have with him.
"Are you sick? You should be at home," Wilson said. He drank his shot and said," If you want, I can pick up some of the paperwork for you."
"No, don't. I'm almost finished anyway."
"You sure?"
House drank his shot and poured himself another. "I'm fine," he said curtly. "I'm just tired. Sort of drained."
"Me too. Tough week."
"Hey, do you want to come over when you're finished?"
Wilson looked at his watch. "It's almost eleven o'clock."
"Like you have somewhere to go."
Wilson rolled his eyes and said," Fine. I'll come over for a while. But I got some paperwork to finished first." He stood and walked out of the office with a wave.
House sighed and put the cap on his scotch bottle. He put it back in his filing cabinet and pulled out a small, plastic bag filled with blood. He ripped it open with his teeth and drank the blood quickly. As soon as he finished, his face was back to his normal color. He shed his coat and flexed, letting the blood run through his veins. He got up and threw the bag into the trash can. House walked out of the office. He waved at Wilson who had left his office door open.
He smiled at himself. Yes, he felt much better now.
Author's Note: Should I continue? Remember, reviews are love!