When Wilson Finally Doesn’t Wake Up One Morning House Pops Enough Pills To End A Horse And Lays Down

i love to move on. i love to transition. i love to shed skin and act like it never happened. yes, i love to act brand new

The fact I can imagine this scene in my head says a lot. About the writer or about me I do not know

placing a wire cage on wilson’s desk, house tapped against wilson’s desk with his cane. “need you to do surgery on this patient.”

wilson barely looked up from his paperwork. “i don’t do surgery on rodents.”

“fibroadenoma. need an oncologist to remove the mass,” house said.

that got wilson to glance up. “you could easily surgically remove that yourself. you don’t need my help,” wilson replied as he squinted at the rat in the cage. “wait a minute, is that your rat?”

house rolled his eyes. “the fact you couldn’t say for certainty if that’s someone else’s rat or steve mcqueen, and you live with him, says a lot.”

throwing his hands up into the air, wilson sighed. “a rat is a rat. they all look the same.”

house faux-gasped. “where did you get your degree from? i’m personally revoking your license and sending you back to vet school.”

“who’s rat is it?”

house smirked lazily. “let’s say the owners name is egg.”

“you’re the worst. it is your rat, isn’t it?”

“steve is our rat.”

wilson dropped his head down against the table. “what did you do to give “our” rat a fibroadenoma?”

tsking, house dropped down onto the couch that was tucked into the corner of wilson’s office. “nothing you can prove. do the surgery on your lunch break.”

the sigh that came out of wilson’s mouth was long suffering. house knew that meant wilson was agreeing to whatever hair-brained scheme house had come up with. “if he continues to gnaw loudly on wooden blocks during the night and keeps waking me up, i’m slipping him too much propofol during the procedure.”

house snagged his cane and got up from the couch. “no you won’t. you secretly love him.” house left the room and wilson watched him go.

reaching into the cage, wilson snagged steve mcqueen and placed him on the desk so he could wander across the surface. “knew it was you all along, steve. already put a surgical plan together for you when i saw the mass last week,” wilson said. he stroked a finger over steve’s head and settled back into his seat to finish up his paperwork so he’d have the time to do surgery during lunch.

Hello??????

Everyone at Princeton-Plainsboro knows that.

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lazy ass moodboard of the most pookiest oncologist x333

I♡James Wilson

i fear i will never top this pun

"oh you just like chelldos because you want an older woman to be cold and demeaning to you" uh excuse you i like chelldos because i want to be a horrible and incomprehensible inhuman facility and have an intense woman put her hands in my delicate wires while we both actively choose to be uncharacteristically tender instead of killing each other in huge explosive ways. also woman tank top awooga