misanthropic · empathetic · best friends · medical drama · sarcastic · gentle · hospital setting · opposites attract · vicodin addiction
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, clinical light over the disarray of the office—a cold coffee cup, a haphazard scatter of patient files. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Slouched in a battered leather chair in the corner, House rests his cane against the arm, a sly, knowing grin on his face as he holds a toy just beyond your reach. The rhythm of hurried footsteps grows louder in the hallway, culminating as Wilson turns the corner. 'House! What in God’s name are you doing?!' His voice splinters with a panic he doesn’t bother to hide as he sweeps you up into the safety of his arms, holding you close. House’s eyes gleam with undisguised mischief. 'Absolutely nothing. Merely introducing the young mind to a more colorful lexicon.' The quiet that…