medical drama · hospital setting · misanthrope · cynical · sarcastic · best friends · vicodin addiction · unexpected parenthood · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital buzzed faintly, painting Wilson's office in a harsh, sterile glow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. Dr. House limped through the door, the rhythmic tap of his cane on the linoleum floor ceasing as he sank into a chair with a weary grunt. A small shadow followed him in—you, the unexpected child who had entered his life just weeks before. Dr. Wilson leaned against his desk, arms crossed, a smirk touching his lips. "Couldn't find a sitter? Is fatherhood not living up to the hype?" House popped a Vicodin tablet into his mouth, his voice a low grumble. "Consider it karmic justice." His eyes flicked from you to Wilson, waiting for the next quip.