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RESPONDING TO THIS REQUEST

How about a James Wilson x female reader (either dating or married) and she is dealing with an aftermath of one of house drugging Wilson maybe she is house sister idk up to you!

Pairing: James Wilson (House MD.) X Reader

Fluff/soft

WARNING: USE OF DRUGS (So, you know normal House stuff)

Word count: 663

You kept glancing at your watch to see what time it was every couple of seconds, time not moving fast enough, you knew where he was, “boys' night out” with house, you weren´t a fan of those but to be able to keep the peace at your home you consented to one every couple of months, it took negotiating House HARD, but finally budged and agreed. You would mentally prepare a week before it happened, trying to get your cool and also making James do all kinds of house chores so he could go out... A little revenge if you will. 

Time could not run fast enough, and two AM rolled around; you were about to call it quits when a weak knock on the door came through, James, you thought immediately, but why? He has his set of keys... unless... 

You run to the door and hear whimpering from the other side of the door. You open slowly and see a pale Wilson sitting on the floor with a wide smiled House behind him. 

GH: Well, his home isn´t he? 

You didn´t respond, your face said everything, you helped James up enough to get him on the couch, you could see sweat dripping, slightly blue lips, body shaking, he kept mumbling your name in tiny murmurs. After setting James, you came back to close the door not without saying to House: 

Y/N: Every day you remind me that murder is wrong House. 

You proceed to shut the door on his face 

GH: At least I didn´t let him drive... 

You grunted and let a very loud sigh in exasperation; you remembered James on the couch and flew to his side, you could see his forehead with tiny worry lines, sweat dripping drown, pale skin yet flushed cheeks, he tried to talk... 

JW: It´s... It´s... not... not his fault (he let out an audible sigh like it took all of him to say the last part). 

Y/N: Baby, what happened? (you said while touching his forehead looking for a fiber) 

JW: Not important (a little quiver left his lips) 

You´d be mad at him tomorrow, tonight you had to take care of him, you went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water, went to the shared bathroom and picked up some aspirin, ibuprofen and paracetamol, returned to the kitchen and soaked a hand towel on cold water, came to his side, gave him the water and medicine while setting the towel on his forehead, he shivered at your touch. 

He struggled to drink the medicine so you held the glass up so he could slurp, he did ever so slowly, he left out a loud sigh, sounded grateful. He turned to look at you. 

JM: I´m sorry baby... I... I... 

Y/N: Shhh... (you shushed him), we can talk about it tomorrow honey... don´t worry, I´ll kick House´s ass until oblivion (you let out a chuckle). 

You were about to stand up to leave him rest on the couch, but he stopped you by wrapping his fingers around your wrist. 

JM: Don´t leave me... Please (little shivers coming out in between breaths). 

Y/N: Don´t worry hon, I´m just going to get ready to snuggle with you, is that okay? 

JM: (A little smile forming on his lips that evidently took all he had). I love snuggles... I love you... 

You froze, he´d never said it... You didn´t know how to react, was it the drugs? him being tired? Should I take it seriously? should I pretend it didn´t happen? 

Went to brush your teeth in utter oblivion, thinking about what he said, all kinds of questions rising, by the time you were ready and came back, James was long gone, nearly snoring, you smiled, sat next to him and started caressing his hair, slowly so he wouldn´t wake up. 

As you were drifting to a tired sleep, you heard James murmur under his breath... 

JM: I meant it... I love you... 

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Hello ma'am, I have an appointment to see Satan. I set it up 19 years ago under Lieutenant Jeremy Rogers.

(This is a reference to the two vets flurry with Miffles "When Jeremy died where did he go *points down* to hell yes...")

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