The Nurse Used to be a Man: The House Continuing Story
The Nurse Used to be a Man: The House Continuing Story …thanks to Paraoptomistic for the idea! Welcome to the House continuing story thread. This has probably been stolen from all the great writing workshops and other message boards, and we here at HHoW strive to make this the best Continuing Story thread possible. The idea is simple: the first person writes a line like "It was a dark and stormy night." Second person continues "Dr. House stalked the halls of PPTH like an angry mongoose." Third person says "Blah, blah..." and it mutates from there. And, because we've all seen these threads both succeed and fall apart in mere minutes, we're adding a few suggestions: *Try to read back at least two pages to keep the ideas going. *Feel free to write more than just one sentence. This helps add in detail and makes the story more interesting. *Add as much or as little as you'd like. The more you add, the more fun it ends up being. ~~~~~ So, to start: He put off the meal, saying to everyone he called that he had the flu, but he knew it was more serious than that. It was true that he was exhausted; that he felt like his body had been pulled through the metaphorical ringer that Wilson was always threatening him with. But it was more than that. There was so much more going on than just that.

So House grabbed his motorcycle keys, his cane, and a full bottle of Vicodin to set forth on the open road.

He turned off his pager so that Chase, Cameron and Foreman couldn't page him. (We're all just going to assume that this is pre-HE)

But he worried about Wilson - what would he think? Wilson thought he was sick in bed. Afterall, he was the one that called off dinner so he could sulk in his own little corner. What would Wilson think when he didn't answer his phone? What would Wilson think when he didn't answer his door? Just - what would Wilson think?

Wilson would probably think he died or was comatose. But Wilson still had the key from a year ago.

And unbeknownst to House, Wilson was there. "What are you doing House?" he asked. House's hand froze on the door knob.

House slowly turned around. 'What are you doing here? You know you were banned from poker night,' he said, trying to get out of explaining.

"We had dinner plans." Wilson tossed a pair of chopsticks at House.

House managed to grab the chopsticks between 2 fingers. 'I said I wasn't feeling well." 'Then why are you holding your motercycle helmet?' asked Wison.

"I'm delusional!" House started jumping up and down on his good leg and imitating Cuddy. "All those years of Vicodin couldn't have helped any. Or your prescribing it. Shoulda gone with the Oxy for me!"

"Nice try, House,"said Wilson."but you're not getting out of this one."

"You know I do have a life other than you and that hospital." House said as he threw the chopsticks back at Wilson, who fumbled to catch them.

"Like?" "I go places. I see movies. I attend things." House struggled to think of more.

"That you usually bribe or manipulate me to pay for you to go to. Not tonight," Wilson said as he pulled out a small paper bag from behind his back. "What's in the bag?" House asked, as obvious as ever.

"Nothing important. You'll see later,"said Wilson, annoying as ever. House made a grab for the bag, lost his balance, and ccrashed into Wilson, sending then both careening in two different directions.