i've got abit of serious block rn so if you could leave suggestions that'd be good
Wilson hobbled out of the room, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. As he reached the kitchen he saw House, staring out a window with his eyebrows scrunched and rubbing his thigh like normal. "Morning," House flicked his head around to see his friend before looking back at the window. "Want some breakfast? I know you like my pancakes~" The oncologist hobbled to the pantry and started getting things out, eventually the M.D laughed "Are you making macadamia nut ones?" That earned him a chuckle from the brown eyed man. House was such a serious man but he was also very kiddish in some ways, like his love for mix ins in his pancakes. "If that's what you want!" House nodded eagerly before hobbling over to the couch.
While Wilson cooked, he practiced his piano skills on his good thigh. It was a good distraction from the constant ache and plus, he loved the piano. Meanwhile, Wilson happily mixed up the batter and started cooking it. He looked over to the man and smiled a bittersweet smile, it broke his heart to see how broken and destroyed the poor man was but he loved him so much. Maybe that's why he was such an enabler.
The oncologist wondered over to the couch and joined his friend, handing him a plate. As he was about to take the first bite, his cell rang. "Sorry I should take this. Are you okay on your own?" House rolled his eyes "No mummy, I won't choke."
After ending the call, the oncologist ducked into the bedroom and practically threw his suit on, grabbing his briefcase and storming to the door. As he opened it, House shouted from the living room "What's so urgent, some bald kid dying?" This outraged Wilson, how the hell could he be so inconsiderate "Yeah and she doesn't have much time. You'll live without me" House looked away, feeling like an ass. He never knew how to comfort people, he was never really comforted in his life anyway. Plus at that point his leg was cramped so hard he thought he hadn't taken vicodin so he might've been ruder. Bringing him out of his ticking mind, his favourite person threw his brief case and shouted "It's not fair House! Kids should live and bad people should die!"
"Like me?" House muttered as Wilson grabbed his briefcase and stormed out the door. He put the fork down got up, his pancakes untouched for once. Wilson realised his outbreak and walked back inside but his friend wasn't there and his pancakes were untouched. "Damn... House? Where are you?" He dashed around the apartment before seeing House sitting on the bed, staring at the mirror angrily muttering to himself. "Hey, look... I'm sorry, I was upset and-" "Don't take it back," he looked over to his friend, no emotion in his eyes. "You weren't wrong and you should be with the family anyway, go comfort her. Wilson stood in the doorway before walking slowly up to his friend and hugging him. "You're not a bad person House." House sat stunned before laying his chin on Wilson's back, smiling sadly.
Wilson got up and walked away, not noticing the man's shaking hands and his sweat. 'Atleast I'm not a bad person.' He went back to slowly to rocking and rubbing the tightening, feral muscles and praying that Wilson would come back and just hug him again.
A/NOkay we're progressing abit, this will be abit more slow burn and the whole premise is that there's a few instances where wilson completely misses it so we gotta get those but soon my child, soon we will finish
