A hospital bed with an IV in my arm in a pitch dark room is not exactly where I was expecting to be when I woke up, but here I am..
"Good," a voice calls from a shadowed corner, "You're awake."
"Wha-" I start,
"You're still in the hospital, under a discharged patient's name. So House won't find out,"
"Why would I care if House knows I passed out? He'd make fun of me regardless." I ask, my head starting to clear.
"I bet he would," James said emerging at last into my line of vision. He was wearing what looked like a t-shirt and… jeans? I couldn't remember him ever wearing jeans before… He strolled up to the hospital bed.
"But you might not want House," he said sitting down on the bed, "to know about this."
And he started to kiss me. The sounds of heart monitors in other rooms faded away as I closed my eyes and kissed back my hands curling around his neck, but felt a yank backwards from the IV still in my arm. I stopped kissing him for a moment to pull the needle from my hand. By the time we resumed kissing, there was also a small pile of clothes on the ground. From lips to neck to chest we kissed, and then suddenly, everything I felt it: an overwhelming sense of bliss. It would burst out of my mouth and with no chair legs to kick; I let out a moan instead.
Step…fwump. Step… fwump.
A strange noise somehow pierced the perfect world of Wilson around me. Someone was walking, but hesitating on every other step, and something extra was with that hesitated step. Like…like…
"A CANE" I hissed to James, but his eyes were already wide. We stared at each other for less than a second before I dove to the floor to get my clothes on. James dove back to his shadowed corner yanking his t-shirt over his head.
I pretended to be asleep, as the footsteps drew nearer…