Small Comfort

[damigella]

Title: Small Comfort
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 100
Notes: mmom Day 28. Unbeta'd. Post-ep drabble for 7x23. ETA: Many thanks to menolly_au for improving my English. 
Summary: It could have been worse.

The painkiller wasn't working. He looked at his phone on the bedside table: 2.13 am. No call from the police. Or House.

Which meant he probably wasn't dead, or they would have found him. He closed his eyes and sunk into recollection. He could still feel House's weight on his arm, the beating of his heart under the fingers of the right hand. The sweaty smell of his skin, the warmth seeping through the thin hospital gown, the slight tickling of his stubble.

At least he’d broken his right wrist, Wilson thought as he slipped his hand inside his boxers.

Comments

[luridlurker.livejournal.com]

poor, lonely, touch deprived, tortured soul.
Well done, so melancholic, so depressing.
(compliments my own mood perfectly).

[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

"compliments my own mood perfectly"
(hands over Zoloft)
And Wilson's definitely touch deprived, like too many people in our society.