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greghousesgfIce Cream You Scream
Wilson sat up in bed, half opening one eye when he heard the motel room door open. He attempted to squeeze out "House, is that you?" but his throat was so sore he couldn't even manage it.
House grinned. "Brought us something to deal with both the heat and your laryngitis." He handed Wilson a small white paper bag with the logo of a pharmacy down the street. Wilson took out a small pill bottle and rasped "Can't swallow dry"
"I know, we can't all have the deep throat I do," House leered. "This'll help, vanilla boy." He handed Wilson a tall glass containing a French vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top. "Got a strawberry one for myself too. I really wanted cherry but they were all out so I stole some of their glasses."
Wilson gave him an oh-for-god's-sake-House look but between the sore throat and how good that shake tasted and felt, he couldn't bring himself to complain. He did wonder who the chocolate one was for, though. Himself? House? Someone else?
Wilson sat up in bed, half opening one eye when he heard the motel room door open. He attempted to squeeze out "House, is that you?" but his throat was so sore he couldn't even manage it.
House grinned. "Brought us something to deal with both the heat and your laryngitis." He handed Wilson a small white paper bag with the logo of a pharmacy down the street. Wilson took out a small pill bottle and rasped "Can't swallow dry"
"I know, we can't all have the deep throat I do," House leered. "This'll help, vanilla boy." He handed Wilson a tall glass containing a French vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top. "Got a strawberry one for myself too. I really wanted cherry but they were all out so I stole some of their glasses."
Wilson gave him an oh-for-god's-sake-House look but between the sore throat and how good that shake tasted and felt, he couldn't bring himself to complain. He did wonder who the chocolate one was for, though. Himself? House? Someone else?
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28/9/15 19:26 (UTC)Who is the chocolate milkshake for...?
You?
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28/9/15 22:21 (UTC)That was fun - thank you!
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6/1/17 03:24 (UTC)"Their mistake. Gave me the wrong flavor. They were gonna throw it out, but waste not, want not, I said."
"Halfsies?" It was ridiculous, how much he hoped that were true. His first shake was mostly gone and his throat had only gone from a four-alarm fire to a three. But if House wanted the whole thing, Wilson was too weak to argue and he knew it.
House lifted the cup and straw to his own lips and took a long, luxurious sip. Of course. Wilson shut his eyes, resigned himself and relaxed into the pillow.
"What," House said, "you think I'm gonna let Typhoid Jimmy get his half first?"
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