Waking up, House massaged his sore thigh, he looked over on his nightstand and threw a few pills in his mouth.
"It's Saturday!" Came a cry from his living room.
Wilson.
House rolled out of bed and saw his friend Wilson running about with his tie wrapped around his head.
"Jimmy, calm down." House said.
"It's Saturday! It's Saturday! It's Saturday!" Wilson responded as he ran out of the apartment door.
House followed him as quickly as he could to the steps of his apartment building. Wilson was standing in front of his car with a toy bow and arrow set.
"Do not shoot my car with an arrow." House said firmly.
"It's Saturday!" Wilson pouted.
"James Edward Wilson, get in this apartment right now. I don't care if it's Saturday." House said.
"You're not my mom." Wison threw in House's face.
"Do not make me come over there." House said, waving his cane in Wilson's direction.
After staring at one another very intensly for a few moments, Wilson drew the bow back dramatically before releasing the arrow at House's car. Then Wilson took off down the street, a cross between a run and dance.
A/N: Seriously, I'm very bored. This just kind of makes me smile. It alson kind of makes me wish that James "Edward" Wilson was my baby brother. Review, please.