Just a short fill in chapter. So I'verealized that one good thing has come out of the little escapade my friends and I had a few weeks ago, I now feel competant to describe a hang over.
That's not a good thing is it?
Enjou!
Wilson awoke on House's couch with a splitting headache, having fallen asleep suddenly the night before, he had not thought to close the curtains, and now the sunlight was streaming in, burning his eyes. He lifted his head to see the clock (1pm) only to feel a wave of nausea wash through him, he pushed of the sofa and made it to the toilet just in time to loose the contents of his stomach at least somewhat neatly. He kneeled on the floor for what seemed like hours, throwing up over and over again, and just when he thought there was nothing left inside him, again. After wiping his mouth on a bit of toilet tissue, he sat on the floor waiting for his next up rush of what was probably now just water, when he saw a pair of Nike trainers, and the end of a cane come up beside him. Looking up he could see House smirking.
"Has ickle baby Jimmy not learnt to handle his booze yet?" He mocked.
Wilson moaned in response.
"I guess it can only be expected after how wasted you were last night." House continued, waiting for a real reply from his friend, but again all he received was a moan.
"Do you remember anything at all?" House asked.
Wilson shook his head, he had a few flickering little memories, but nothing that told him anything.
"Want me to fill you in?" House asked.
Wilson nodded.
"Well, you went out, got very, very drunk as I'm sure you are aware, and came back certain that Dan had been coming onto you. Basically you ruined the plan, we're going to start all over again."
He stalked out (as best a man with a limp and cane could) and left Wilson kneeling alone on the cold tile floor.
Wilson was thinking a mile a minute, which kind of hurt considering it felt as if he'd slept with an elephant on his head. Had he really said he'd thought Dan was hitting on him? Oh yes, he remembered now, that big, flashy grin, the hand clasp across the table. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but he'd tried to comfort Dan, and apparently he'd taken this as a green light. But why was he comforting Dan? That's right, he was upset because House was in love with Cameron! Oh Dang! He'd told them House was in love with Cameron! If House ever found out, he was a dead man! Before the rush of memories, he'd been starting to feel as if his stomach settling down, but now, he put his head over the toilet bowl, and puked violently.