Author's Note: Hey everyone who read it, I hope you enjoyed the story, I got 1 review, and it was positive fun so I think I am doing a good job, I am not sure, I want your input! please! Review! I beg of your reader's responses!
A Tattered Rose: Thank you for reviewing my chapter one for starters. When I try and write a story my first worries are: are the characters acting in-character. So thank you for telling me that sounds like a conversation those two would have, its really encouraging. Yes, I rarely see a fic focused around Wilson, I think that is partly why I wanted to do this story. He does really have alot of potiental, hes my favorite House character too. :) Thank you for your advice. Yes I tend to do more dialouge, instead of whatnot, I am trying to get into more detail of the surroundings and body gestures, and all of that, its one of those things that I have been working on forever now and its slowly improving. I am getting help with my grammar and spelling from my old english teacher, who also loves House, so she reads it through for that reason. So I have a beta reader from time to time. But if I would ever want to have another beta reader, I shall send yea an email, thanks for the offer. :) I have been told writing is more then just ideas, by many people, it hasn't gotten old on me yet, im still working on the way i word things and everything so it gets from my head to paper as clearly as possible. Though I have had a few reviewers take me out in one long bash of harsh critizism, I like the way you write your critizism. I mean its nice, and pleasant to read, as I said before I've gotten others that just go out on me and every time I see that review or what not I get angry about it...so yea. Thank you for your kind critizism, and Thank you for reading. And Enjoy what is to come of this story!
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Chapter 2: Drunk
After a few drinks and more silence than talk it was seven o'clock. Not much else was said about the topic that caused Jame's mood. He seemed to lighten up a little with the drinks but not enough, at least thats what House thought. James was thoroughly drunk, for not one to hold his liquor that well. On the contrary Greg was virtually unphased by the liquor, after many years of experience, that and he also had less then James had had, ironically. It was usually the other way around. House would go on the binge and James would have to drag him out of the bar.
"Come on, Wilson Let's get you out of here" House said to him, placing his hand on James's shoulder.
"Just one more, House" James whined in protest, as he reached to grab the half empty glass of scotch infront of him. His hand clearly missed the glass, coming up short, and then fell apon the table. Drunkenily, He made a weak attempt to reach for the glass again, making his fingers drag his arm towards the glass slowly.
"You've had enough." House stated authoratively, while he grabbed James's hand and pulled it swiftly away from the glass.
"House..."James protested weakly. House grabbed his cane, and commenced with trying to get James on to his feet and off the bar stool. Finally James gave into House's attempts to get him onto his feet, and made it easier, hoping off the stool slightly. He wobbled a little, grasping the counter top with his hand, to keep himself steady as he closed his eyes, trying to get the room to stop spinning around him.
"Walk with me" House ordered in a grun, taking the first step. James leaned over on House heavily, the spinning hadn't stopped yet, and it was making him sick to his stomach.
"You gotta help a little more then this" House grimaced as fresh pain shot through his bum leg.
"Where we going?" James asked quietly, opening his eyes a crack, just enough to see where he was going.
"Back to the hospital, now come on" House huffed, as he half dragged his drunk friend from the bar, heading slowly back to the hospital. Where a propably furious Cuddy was waiting to yell at them.
After several falls, and making two pit stops to vomit into two separate garbage cans James and House finally made it back into the front doors of the hospital.
"Your a good friend, Greg, You know that?" James was deliriously rambling now, and soon will pass out.
"I know" House hissed, half paying attention to what he was saying now. He was in a desperate need for a vicodin pill, but was going to get James to the couch in his office first. That was his first priority.
James spied an open seat in the waiting room of the clinic as they moved by, and edged over slumping down into it, draggin House down into the seat next to him.
"Wilson...come on, you know how much I hate the clinic. We need to get outta here before she finds us!" House said, implying Cuddy, and getting to his feet slowly, using his cane for support.
"You go, I'll...just...stay here.." James replied with a stifled yawn.
"Wilson! We are almost to my office, you can do it. There's a couch in there with your name plastered all over it!" House tried to coax James into getting up again.
"But ...I'm tired..." He whined in protest, followed by another yawn. House sighed heavily, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.
"Fine! Don't complain about your back then from sleeping in that pitiful plastic chair!" House hissed. He turned around to limp away, when suddenly he collided with Lisa Cuddy. He backed up a step in shock.
"Howdy boss" House quickly commented with a smirk. Cuddly simply looked past him to see James falling asleep in the waiting room chair.
"Where have you two been for the last seven hours!" She asked, glaring at House. Then she caught the strong scent of alcohol wreaking off the two men.
"Are you drunk?" She asked with an angry motherly tone towards House.
"I am not, but he on the other hand..." House muttered, glancing over his shoulder to see James, now completely dozing in the chair in an awkward position.
"You got him drunk!" Cuddy hissed the accusation, obliviously displeased in the manner they returned in.
"I got consent!" House defended himself.
"So what!" Cuddy retorted.
"He couldn't work the way he was going before, I did him a favor..." House stated, just watching Cuddy. She glared at him for awhile, then moved over to James's side.
"Can you help me get him up to my office?" House asked.
"Yea, I'll get a wheelchair" Cuddy stood up again, glancing at House then back to James, then scurried off to get a wheelchair.