A/N: So I was bored during a break at work and a co-worker gave me a prompt word to write a story around. The word was tree. This is what I came up with...
And yes, I know it's not Christmas... or anywhere near it.
Disclaimer: House & all related characters do not and never will belong to me.
Jewish Hell
"Pretty," Wilson commented as he and House entered the hospital lobby.
"Why, thank you," House said sarcastically. "I work out."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Not you. The tree," he said, nodding toward the corner where a Christmas tree had been set up.
"You're Jewish," House said after a moment and Wilson sighed.
"Doesn't mean I can't think Christmas trees are nice."
"Yes, it does," House insisted, limping toward the elevator. "Otherwise you'll go to Jewish Hell."
Wilson sighed again, rolling his eyes in exasperation as the elevator doors closed.
He should have known better than to comment while House was around.
End.