Wilson X House - Blog Posts

I just started House m.d and as much as Neil did not want to become a doctor……

I would rather DIE from my illness than not have him look after and take care of me!!!!

"RSV" g. house/j. wilson Oneshot

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The cold atmosphere surrounding the two men dampened the mood plenty, and the harsh coughs of the patient in front of them made it worse.

House had taken a case of a seven year old girl who hadn’t been able to walk since she was three. Whenever pressure was put on her left leg she would get a shooting pain all the way up to her spine.

No doctor knew why, other than that it was immovable and that she would probably never use it again. She and her mom had come into the clinic due to a respiratory infection, and House found her background ‘interesting.’ 

After a plethora of examinations and not-so-legal operations, he and his team found a tumor in her calf and in the middle of her spinal cord. How all of her other doctors missed them baffled the man, truly.

But that was how he was now sitting next to the girl showing her magic tricks as Wilson discussed with her mom possible treatments. 

“We could remove them and the dead tissue that surrounds the tumors, but it’s a tough and long operation that doesn’t have the highest chance of working.” Wilson stated lowly to the crying woman.

“How high?” She choked out, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

“A good, twenty-percent chance.” He estimated and thought about the severity of the girl's illness. “Her respiratory infection also doesn’t help much in the process, but if we don’t take those tumors out now, they might not be able to come out at all.”

The mother looked over at her daughter and watched as House pulled out a card from behind her ear, and then she saw him flick the girl’s forehead when she said it was the wrong card. Her mother laughed slightly, and then looked back at Wilson.

“Where do I sign?” Wilson smiled at her words and nodded to the door, “I’ll show you the reception.”

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The woman came back to the room and hugged her daughter, kissing her forehead. “Are you ready to get better, sweetie?”

The girl nodded her head and grinned, a tear falling from her eye.

Wilson walked in and snorted at House, who had fallen asleep in the chair with cards spread out all over him. 

“House.” He called out to the man, repeating it louder again. House still didn’t wake up, and Wilson scoffed before looking at the girl and the woman. 

“It’s about to get a little loud.” He warned them before he stood in front of the girl and offered his hand out. She took it, and he used his other to take off a cord that connected her to her heart monitor. It beeped loudly, repetitively, and House jolted awake. 

“Huh?”

“Welcome back, we almost lost you there.” Wilson said sarcastically, and House rolled his eyes. Wilson looked back at the girl, and he and House both grimaced when she coughed on his face. 

“I am so sorry.” The girl said and covered her mouth as she finished coughing. 

Wilson smiled tightly at her and connected her back to the heart monitor, “It’s all right, it happens more than you think.”

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“Where’s Wilson?” House barged into Cuddy’s office, completely ignoring the man she was with.

“House!” She scolded him, gesturing to the other man. “I’m in a meeting with someone. Knock next time.” 

“Oh, really? In that shirt I thought you were trying to proposition him a little something-something, if you catch my drift.” He raised his eyebrows to punctuate his sentence and grinned.

Cuddy gritted her teeth, and excused herself from the other man before walking out of the office with House trailing behind her.

“Wilson is at home sick with RSV. I told him to leave when I saw him this morning with eyebags heavier than yours and when I heard him cough his lungs out in his office from outside his door.” 

House looked at her and hummed before taking off without a word. The woman groaned and turned around, stopping one of the assistants. “Clock Dr. House out of work, please.”

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House lifted his cane up to Wilson’s door and knocked to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut’. He didn’t get a response, so he jiggled the handle and opened the door when he noticed it was unlocked. 

“You know, I could kill and rob you right now.” He shouted out as he walked into Wilson’s living room. It was eerily quiet, and he didn’t like it. The man thudded his cane on the ground three times and heard a faint cough as three other knocks followed from Wilson’s bedroom wall.

House’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to see the sick oncologist, roughly opening the door and turning on the lights. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.”

Wilson groaned loudly and grabbed one of his pillows to cover his head with, coughing underneath it. He groaned even louder when House poked him with his cane, right before House jabbed it into his side.

“Ow! House!” Wilson uncovered his head and looked at the other man, holding up his hand to the light above them. He coughed a bit, and House let out a quick ‘yikes’ when he saw just how bad Wilson looked. 

The man in question had eyebags darker than his own hair, and his eyes were incredibly red and puffy. His lips were dry and cracked, and he had dried drool on his chin. His cheeks were red as well, and his hair was tousled like he just got thrown off a bull. 

“Jesus Christ.” House murmured, taking in the sight of his best friend. The said man had only grunted and thrown his face back into his pillow, coughing into it. 

“If you’re gonna gawk, at least turn the lights off.” His voice was muffled, but House understood it enough to flick the light switch and leave the room.

The man stood there for a second, staring at the door before going into the kitchen and grabbing Wilson’s keys from the glass bowl, and leaving to go to his own house.

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Wilson’s eyes opened when he heard his front door slam shut, and he inhaled deeply and sat up. He ran his hands through his tangled hair and carefully stood up, making his way to his bathroom. Washing his hands when he was finished with his business, he turned off the water and dried his hands while trying to sniff the air.

He couldn’t smell or breathe very well, but there was a slight smell of Thai food that caught his attention. He fixed his hair and left the bathroom, and wobbled to his kitchen, where he saw House sitting down on his sofa and eating noodles while watching ‘General Hospital.’

“Save any for me?” He croaked out and cleared his throat. 

“Fridge.” Was the only thing House said through a mouthful of noodles, and Wilson made his way to his fridge.

He pulled out a box of more noodles, and noticed the grocery bag on his counter. He reached out for it, and pulled out a bottle of Nyquill, Aspirin, Tylenol, allergy medications, and Motrin.

He opened the bottle of Tylenol and grabbed two, tossing them into his mouth and fitting his head under the sink to down them with the tap water. He grabbed the Thai noodles and sat down next to House, digging into his food. 

They both sat there in enjoyable silence until Wilson noticed all of the new pillows and blankets that sat on his reclinable sofa and spoke up.

“What’s all that for?” He mumbled through his noodles. 

“Doesn’t matter.” House said simply, pushing himself off the couch with his cane and taking his trash and bowl to the kitchen. Wilson stared at the cushions and shrugged, continuing to watch the TV. 

When he was finished, he got up and also took his bowl to the kitchen, and he coughed into his elbow as he placed his bowl in the sink. “Are you going to pay rent, at least?”

“Nope.” House popped the P and typed away on Wilson’s laptop, not bothering to look at the man. Wilson deadpanned at House until he decided to walk away and go back to his room, flopping onto his bed and falling asleep there.

The other man was searching for drug cocktails that he could inject his friend with to get him better, and he grinned devilishly when he found one that he had access to all of the drugs.

He leaned over slightly to see if Wilson’s door was open or not, and stood up and quickly made way to his bag when he saw it was closed. He pulled out what should have been a med-kit, and took out the drugs in it. He chose what he needed, and made sure all of the right ingredients were put into a syringe.

He slowly limped to Wilson’s room, opting out of using his cane so that he didn’t cause too much noise and wake him up. House opened his door carefully, and his nerves eased when he heard the loudest snore he’s ever heard in his life.

 He ticked his tongue and made his way to Wilson, pulling out a sanitisation packet from his pocket. He lifted the sleeping man’s shirt and carefully rubbed it onto his back, freezing when he stirred. Pulling out the other packet, he wiped down the needle slowly and injected Wilson with the cocktail quickly. 

He froze again, expecting Wilson to wake up and yell at him, but he didn’t. He was still fast asleep, and still snoring. House smiled in success and tossed the syringe into the trashcan by Wilson’s bed, and covered it up with crinkled tissues. He then left the room and closed the door, and went back into the kitchen where the laptop was. 

House re-skimmed over the article with the side effects and he stopped when he saw something slightly alarming.

“Patient may fall unconscious for any time ranging from 16 hours to 2 days. Watch closely and monitor all the time. Any illnesses that the patient may have when the cocktail is injected will dimishness.”

“Shit.”

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Wilson woke up after twenty-six hours with cotton mouth, a diaper on, and no idea where he was until he saw House sitting on a chair reading a magazine. 

“House?” He grumbled, lifting himself up to look at his clock. It was late, 1:24 in the morning to be exact. He looked back at House, and the man stood up and slapped the back of his hand onto Wilson’s forehead and held it there. 

“Feels fine.” The man said, and he grabbed his cane and left the confused Wilson to his own devices. 

Wilson didn’t know what happened, or what to do, so he chose to take a shower and freshen up. When he was done, he saw a glass of water on his bedside table and downed it immediately.

He sighed and stood there, unsure of what to do once again. That was until he noticed he felt much better than when he fell asleep.

He went to find House, and saw him in the kitchen again making what he assumed was an omelet. Staring into the back of House’s head, he felt that something was wrong.

He went to sleep with RSV and the worst headache and cough of his life, and now he felt like he could run a marathon.

“What did you do?” He questioned, and locked eyes with House when he turned around.

“What, no ‘thank you?’ No, ‘Oh my goodness, House. I feel so much better, thank you for your help and kindness?’” House mocked, tossing the omelet onto a plate and holding it out for Wilson.

Wilson felt iffy taking the food, but he still did and he sat down at the table as House served him a glass of orange juice. 

“It’s two in the morning-” “I don’t care, eat your food.”

“M’kay.” Wilson didn’t argue and he grabbed his fork and ate, huffing down all of it and drinking every drop in the glass. “So, what’d you do?”

“I drugged you with seven different drugs.” House told him, grabbing Wilson’s plate and putting it in the sink before filling his glass back up with more juice. Wilson sat there and stared at him in disbelief, no words could come out of his mouth. 

“Right.” Was the only word he could say, and he downed the drink in his glass. His mind was racing with many things he wanted to tell his friend.

He was in awe that he would put him so close to death, and that he would even think of doing such a thing that could one again, put him so close to death. It was insane of him to do, and he was flabbergasted. But what came out instead of yelling was, 

“You cared that much?” House turned on the water to the sink and grabbed a sponge and soap and started doing the dishes, ignoring Wilson’s question. 

That was the only answer Wilson needed, though, and he smiled at the back of House’s head. 

“I’m telling your team when I go into work.”

“No the hell you aren’t!”

“Oh, yes the hell I am!”

It’s been A WHILE since I last posted any art. My mental health has been pretty bad and I’ve just been burnt out. I’ve just haven’t felt great for a long while. We’re slowly getting better though!

My laptop is broken too so I haven’t been able to use my drawing tablet since they were synced. So, I haven’t been able to use my tablet in a long while. ]:

I’ve been drawing on my phone instead. Drawing with my fingers is hard. I miss my digital drawing pen. 😭

The drawings are a bit messy but that’s basically a trait on my art at this point and I forgot to add the grey to Wilson’s eyebrows in the last picture of him, but oh well- Lol.

Soooo, I hope everyone enjoys these little Hilson doodles that I drew on my phone of them. I love the inethical husbands. Lol. I am definitely going to be drawing more of them because they’re my favourite characters to draw.

Again, I hope you all enjoy. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ll try to upload more!! 💛💛

What if....... you made an Ethical Omens MD zine...

Omg, you’re so right! I am in the process of making a website at the moment. So, I am definitely going to be making little zine bundles to keep the art in. Idk why I haven’t thought about this sooner!!

If there’s any other ideas you would like to see with this series please let me know! I am always happy to hear them. This is such a fun idea! Thank you for giving me this idea!

I have been really busy lately so I apologise that no art has come out yet but I’m working on some more! Again, thank you so much for this idea! I will definitely be keeping this idea in mind for in the, hopefully near, future. 💛💛💛

(Maybe I’ll make some spicy prints of them to sell. Who knows? 👀💅🏻✨)

I was going to make this little comic longer, but I am so exhausted. I didn’t want to draw detailed stuff, so I doodled the characters and just imported backgrounds. I know House’s cane is on the wrong side of him, I did do it for an artistic choice just so we can see the gesture of his hand better. I shortened the comic to three panels.

The 2nd panel was done in the early morning so it is the most messy. I also forgot his curl too. Sorry about that. Lol.

Here’s the dialogue that was going to be in the panels and undrawn panels:

[Enter House] we see him leaned back in his chair with his legs kicked up on the desk playing with his ball when one of The Ducklings™️ enter the room.

[Enter Chase]

Chase: Oh, God! House- you got, you going to a costume party?

House: *tossing his ball up in the air and catching it a final time with a sigh* No, Wilson had to cancel the orgy..

Chase: Right..did not need to know that…

House: As your kind say, ask and thy shall receive. Except me, Wilson was going to be receiving this time. He drew the short straw.

Chase: Ew, God, just- WHY.. why do your eyes look like that?

House: *points to his eyes in the gesture of a peace sign* these blue eyed babies?

House begins to get up from his chair and limp over to Chase. He puts a hand on the man’s shoulder and with a serious expression he says,

House: Well Chase, I- there’s something you should know..

House then leans into Chase’s personal space and whispers,

House: I’m just really into cosplay.

House gives Chase a final pat on the shoulder and limps out of the room. Leaving a horrified Chase in his office. Wilson’s lunch awaits.

More Ethical Omens MD comics soonnnn!! Enjoy the doodles. 💛💛💛

Here’s some more Ethical Omens MD doodles on my phone! In honour of the recent total eclipse, here’s a doodle of the boys looking at the eclipse.

Just in case anyone can’t read my handwriting (I’m mainly used to writing in cursive so my print isn’t great, sorry) here is the short dialogue:

House: Well, that’s a new one..

Wilson: Piss off The Almighty again, House?

I’m still really sick and was really exhausted doing this. I hope to be feeling better soon. I’m going to try going to the doctor soon.

Anyway, I was thinking that House is experiencing his first total eclipse? Like how in some fanarts Crowley experiences certain aspects of space for the first time. Such as the Aurora Borealis and other things. So, I kinda got inspo from that. [:

Enjoy this messy little doodle! 💛💛💛

The ethical omens md... Omg....... Ily

Aw thank you!! I promise there will be more! I’ve just been sick with Covid recently (for the fifth time. Lol.) so I’ve been taking some time to recover. I’m so happy you and everyone has been enjoying this little crossover!!! It’s been super fun!

If anyone has any ideas of what scenarios that Angel!Wilson and Demon!House should be put in, let me know!! I’m always happy to hear everyone’s ideas.

I do have a few mini comic ideas in mind. I just need to get my health (physical and mental) in check. That way I can have better upload time!

For now, I’ll be posting some messy little Ethical Omens MD doodles that I’ve done on my phone until I feel up to using my tablet again.

I’ll try and get part 2 to House’s fall uploaded soon!

Again thank you to everyone who has enjoyed the crossover so far!! Here’s some messy little phone doodles in the meantime! 💛💛💛

(Aaa. I forgot to add the glow to House’s eyes. Oops. It’ll be in the next doodle, I promise!)

House has the highest bid, don't tell anyone

Re-upload, zoom for better quality

+ sick boys