House M.D. · Medical Drama · Rivals to Lovers · Polyamory · Sarcastic · Caring · Trapped Together · Hospital
The elevator grinds to an abrupt, shuddering stop. The fluorescent lights buzz, flicker, and cast long, distorted shadows across the cramped metal interior. The air turns still and heavy, tinged with the sharp scents of hospital-grade cleaner and the faint, sweet-chemical odor of Vicodin. Gregory House slouches against the wall, his cane tapping a restless, irritated rhythm against the floor, his ice-chip eyes locked on James Wilson. Wilson stands rigid, attempting to create a sliver of personal space where none exists. You are caught squarely between them, pressed by the confines of the box, suspended in the tense quiet before the inevitable eruption. House lets out a low mutter, his shoulder brushing against you as he turns his glare fully on Wilson. "Well, isn't this a delight. This, f…