HOUSE M.D. FIC: Bombed
Title: Bombed
Fandom: House M.D.
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson friendship
Words: 393
Summary: Wilson doesn’t know what hit him. Ficlet written for the Sick!Wilson Prompt BINGO Challenge. Happy belated birthday!
Thanks: To jezziejay for beta :)
When Wilson finally regained consciousness, he reached for the alarm clock and accidentally slapped House in the face. “Sorry,” he mumbled automatically before his befuddled brain caught up and asked him just what the hell House’s head was doing on the pillow next to his anyway. Wilson’s own head ached, and his stomach was roiling in protest. He was suddenly aware that his mouth tasted simultaneously sweet and rancid, as if a chocolate bunny had crawled in and died. He smacked his lips experimentally and then wished he hadn’t.
House was regarding him with a slightly guilty air. “Good morning, sunshine.”
For some reason Wilson was lying on his stomach. He started to push himself up and immediately regretted it. House put out a cautionary arm. “Don’t move too much. You’ve got an IV in.”
Wilson turned his head gingerly to the right and eyed the stand next to the bed, following the line from the drip chamber down to the cannula in his median cubital. “What the…”
“Saline,” House supplied. “Rehydration therapy.”
“What… happened to me last night?”
“You were the victim of my version of a giant Irish Car Bomb cupcake.” Seeing Wilson’s blank expression, he elaborated, “Several rounds each of whiskey, Bailey’s, and Guinness, and a double layer chocolate cake. With candles, of course.” Off Wilson’s look of disbelief, he added, “Don’t worry, I had the fire extinguisher ready.”
“Wow, House, that’s really…”
“Insensitive?” House suggested brightly.
“I was going to say ‘nauseating.’” Wilson closed his eyes. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“You already have been. Repeatedly. It’s starting to get old.”
“God.” Wilson let his head sink back down onto the pillow and gulped unhappily against the threatening bile. “Why did you let me drink all that crap?”
“I couldn’t say no.” House gave him a pained look. “It was your birthday.”
“I don’t even remember eating cake.”
“After all that alcohol, I’d be surprised if you remembered having sex with the entire nursing staff. It’s okay, I made them all use protection. Jeffrey bitched a little, but-“
“House. Why are you still talking?”
“Well, look who’s Mr. Crankypants this morning.”
“Can’t you just leave me alone to die in peace?”
House pouted. “You’re no fun. We haven’t even gotten to the traditional birthday spanking.”
“Oh,” Wilson assured him, “we’re getting closer to it all the time.”
Author’s Note: If you’ve never had an Irish Car Bomb cupcake, check this out.
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I especially loved this:
“After all that alcohol, I’d be surprised if you remembered having sex with the entire nursing staff. It’s okay, I made them all use protection. Jeffrey bitched a little, but-“
It nearly had Diet Coke coming out of my nose. I really need to stop drinking that when I'm reading fics...
Great job!
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I loved this, and suffice to say, I felt like barfing when I read the Irish Car Bomb cupcake recipe! Erk...
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Glad you liked this - thanks for commenting!
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Good story. I bet getting drunk on cupcakes was an interesting experience despite my personal view on the consummation of alcohol. Wilson didn't seem to think that it was a good idea when he woke up.
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Thanks for commenting!
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Great fun, really made me giggle :)
I've never even had a hangover. You haven't been out with me. Yet ;)
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Oh... you. ;)
You haven't been out with me. Yet ;)
Good point! Although please keep in mind that at the end of the evening, I will have to face my mother.
Thanks again for the beta and I'm glad you enjoyed this! :D
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&hearts &hearts &hearts
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I've never had a hangover either but I know how an angry liver feels like.
And I think alcohol and chocolate go well together: as a child, my mother made tiramisu with crème cacao instead of coffee because she thought children shouldn't have coffee. But poor, poor Wilson... bet he's so looking forward to the traditional birthday spanking!
You're a genius!
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Hee :). In their tradition, House is usually the one in need of the spanking on Wilson's birthday!
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House's bedside manners lack that touch of caring and empathy that a sick person might desire. It's probably a good thing that in the show Wilson isn't sick much.
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Hee! Wilson's actually looking pretty good these days. I, on the other hand, only fit into one of my pairs of summer pants this morning :P.
This is certainly a new definition of 'Bombed', much better than the explosive variety.
You may already know this, but "bombed" is American slang for very drunk.
House's bedside manners lack that touch of caring and empathy that a sick person might desire.
LOL, that's quite the understatement. I find this kind of practical caring much more believable from him than the soothing-words-and-laving-of-fevered-brow variety.
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You may already know this, but "bombed" is American slang for very drunk.
And once more I learn a new term for a state that I've never been in. Why are there so few slang expressions for 'sober'?
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A few of my favorite lines:
“After all that alcohol, I’d be surprised if you remembered having sex with the entire nursing staff. It’s okay, I made them all use protection. Jeffrey bitched a little, but-“
and
House pouted. “You’re no fun. We haven’t even gotten to the traditional birthday spanking.”
“Oh,” Wilson assured him, “we’re getting closer to it all the time.”
Also, very funny working in that ridiculous overused-by-media-critics phrase 'Mr.Crankypants', and putting it onto Wilson!
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I know, right? I wonder whether it was on one of those occasions that Wilson fell down the flight of stairs ("Frozen").
You quoted some of my favorite lines, too :). I'm very glad that you enjoyed this, and thanks so much for commenting!