Weekly Prompt 3/1 #4

[cindylouwho]

Written for prompted_quill 

      Wilson entered House's office to find the diagnostician knocking back a tumbler of bourbon. “I can't protect you from that,” he said, gesturing to the nearly empty bottle. House shrugged and refilled his glass. “I never said I needed protecting, from you or anyone else.”

      Wilson approached him and then stood before House, hands on hips. “No? Maybe you need protection from yourself.” Wilson snatched the tumbler from House's hand, drained it, and placed it on the desk. “Let's go home, House. Let's just go home.” House dejectedly rose from his chair and silently followed Wilson.

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[californiaquail.livejournal.com]

caring!Wilson yay