The Angry Aching Organ
This is a short one shot that I wrote awhile ago, but kept to release until now.
It can be read as basically any character but I wrote it with House in mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House MD characters, just borrowing to terrorize.
It was a cycle. A painful, gut wrenching, agonizing cycle. He spend all night doing it. Every part was horrible in its own way. First was the ache. Where the ribs ended. Tucked under was the stomach. When that ached all he could do was cradle it to the best of his ability. It felt like his t-shirt was trying to strangle him. Eventually the t-shirt was discarded and the heat could be felt radiating off his upper body. Now in only boxers he was hot and cold all at the same time.
Second was the mouth watering. Human instinct told him that this signal was nothing but bad news. Deep breathing and sitting up put it at bay for several minutes, but it came back. When it returned he knew that it was now a race against the angry aching organ.
He was in the right place at the right time for the third step in the cycle. The rebellious exit. Steps one and two were present, ready for three. Kneeling he readied himself as his stomach emptied itself through the usual entry port. While he body physically went haywire, he mentally went blank, if it was only for a few seconds. Eyes closed, mind closed, giving up control to the rest of his body.
Fourth was his favorite part as far as the cycle was concerned. The feeling of being okay. Feeling hot and empty and okay. The bathroom floor, cool tile looking promising. Sleep was needed and the bed was better than the floor. Slowly gathering himself he made it back to the dark room. After downing some cool liquid he got comfortable and tired to sleep. The cycle continued until a lengthy time later it stopped. The revolt was over. He regained control once again.