so doctor house loses his marbles right? This is how.
so doctor house loses his marbles right? This is how.
Our good doctor is sat at his desk fondling his favorite pair of balls, clicking and clacking with glee. Until doctor wilson enters the room. He knocks quietly once, and quickly announces himself, not realising the intimate and private activity he had just stumbled into. House looks up, enraged. He squeals like a rabid monkey, eyes overflowing with hate, he bounces up and down tossing his cane to the ground. Channeling his true passion, he flings his balls at Wilson's face bringing him to the ground emitting a pitiful crack. Wilson was dead.
House draws a cross against his chest and whispers a prayer to his lord. He prays for Wilson to understand why he had to do it. He had seen something that couldn't be undone, and as such that was his own undoing.
"At least you got to see a beautifully sweaty set of balls flung your way before you passed on, ha ha" House gloated. He was truly god's most pious soldier.
House moves to recollect his cane, his body craving the opium he needs to keep his highly professional demeanor in his fleetingly fit and strong condition. He bends over slowly as his bones begin to hurt once again, he grabs the cane and uses it to firm his ascent. Now he needed to get rid of the body.
Wilson was heavy and stiff, House discovered during his attempts to move the rigorous corpse.
"You always were a hardass in life, I didn't imagine it would be so firm in your sweet death my dear sweetheart" He motioned to lick his once compatriot where they had once enjoyed a very sensual *keyhole* surgery after hours, but decided not to, not yet. Not here.
Through some painful faffling and kerfulffling Wilson had been moved onto a cart and covered with a silken sheet, spun from the polymers House had saved from their "surgery", and began moving ontowards the morgue. Cuddy tries to interrupt him a mere few meters from the elevator, his end (g)hole - temporarily keeping the two so very close roommates from finishing their final task.
She is asking him to heal a patient who got sick from a mouse they keep underneath their sink. House tells Cuddy "You're a doctor, I thought you cuddo (cuddy/do) it yourself!".
Hearing this Cuddy is speachless. House calls the lift and goes down to the lowest subbasement where House keeps his most secret playthings. Away from all those pesky onlookers, he has his own private morgue and Wilson's fine furs will complete his collection.
Once safely into the autopsy room House recollects himself, he takes two vicodin, an oxy and some tramadol to calm the nerves; He has an important decision to make...
Where shall he first incise? Would he have liked to be opened straight down his exposed tummy? Would Wilson ever be so quaint? No of course not, not House's babygirl, Wili deserved so much better.
He had always been the smart type, someone that House couldn't best in battles of literature, he would quote shakespear as House would quote Astrosaurs.
As such House decided it would be appropriate to take one simple action. House proceeded to unseam him from the nave to the chaps, taking his time with each incision. Slowly peeling away layers of Wilson's tender flesh for preservation. This process was to take months, but it would be worth it. He had the supplies down here to hold out for years at a time.
It started with the initial trace from the pubic area, preserving the unique sample material for later "study". leaving a thin red line following up from the crotch up to wilson's pretty little face. It gets so cold down here sometimes. After the initial trace is complete House went to cut away at the layers of fat, which on a man such as his current cadaver was hard to come by.
Wilson would sometimes come into House's office and do pushups or flex his muscles to embarrass his good friend, so he knew that this would be a very easy part of the process.
House then got to muscle, and wow, was Wilson wonderful. Layers upon layers of beautiful sculpted flesh, still wet with blood and the remaining life left in Wilson's cells slowly draining towards the final finality. Perhaps Wilson is aware enough to know whats happening, or maybe there is only the lingering traces of electrolytes and charge holding small systems together to emulate the idea that the organism itself could ever possibly survive, such sweet agony.
House continues,
Layer by layer, the muscle seemed never ending but eventually-- *click* --House can feel bone on his blood red scalpel and he pulls away. This is the final layer before he reaches bone, he must enjoy this to its fullest. He hears the soft tearing of the fibers, the pink little bits and the white little bits. All splashing around in a vibrant technicolour dream. House is in heaven.
"WILSON!" called House, his soundproofing keeping this space silent to those on the outside. A small twitch could be felt from Wilson's body. House chuckles and pretends he has not noticed, he always loved to keep his babygirl denied. He pulled out his hacksaw, a tool he always felt was a little brutish in the medical field, but here? It was at home. He began slowly pushing the sawblade up the first rib section, straddling the line near the ever sensitive collarbone. The sensations shake their way through House, exciting him and pushing him to push harder and faster, until eventually something inside Wilson goes *POP* - and part of his sternum is gone. Deciding to leave the collarbones for a final treat, House repeats this process of pushing in and pushing deeper into Wilson's treasure chest of organs. The saw going in and out and in and out and in and out and in and
Doctor house has just finished the 7th rib, the ribcage feels floppy now, no longer the sturdy cage it once was.
"Sorry baby, This next part is gonna hurt." House whispers to Wilson's perfectly untouched perfect face, Wilson just whimpers and stays perfectly still. Any movement he makes just makes the pain worse, so the best thing he can do now is to let house have his way with him. It was always going to end like this, it was foretold the night that they shared their first erotic opening. "One day I was to be the thane of fife, and I have already lost my wife. I am House's babygirl now. I will be opened up and rebuilt from the scraps. Better, stronger. I will do this for him. I love you house." Wilson thinks wistfully to himself, he may not be able to speak but he could give house the joy of tearing him to pieces one last time. And that's exactly what he did.
House finishes up on Wilson's collar bone, finally splitting the sternum in two and allowing house access to the juicy goodies inside. House was so pissed when they banned kinder eggs, truly. Food should have little playthings in them. As an esteemed doctor/freelance pharmaceuticals salesman he wishes he could get a fresh heart in his box of coco-pops still. Stupid FDA.
Wilson knows this is soon to be the end. He has been unseamed, though in a no so unsightly fashion, and strapped to a table for the final ritual. It was House's time now, House is his only family now.
House knew the only thing left to do. He must fix his head upon House's battlements, Wilson, being the strong and caring man he was - his battlement was downstairs.
House bent down to meet Wilson's battlement, he sniffed it, caressed it, and finally gulped it all down. he had been careful to leave this intact, it was important to house that Wilson was in heaven after such hell. He would know that his daddy finally helped him. He was free of earthly needs and he would soon ascend.
House, having given Wilson his fill, decided to share his own fill with Wilson. Holding Wilson's sticky fill in his mouth, House moved to kiss Wilson and share his love. He tells Wilson to keep his mouth shut tight and not to swallow.
Wilson is fading, he hears House's final command and obeys completely. That was the most joyful moment of his life, and it was his last one. He watches House return to the elevator that brought the two of them down to the basement, watches House turn of the lights and step into the lift. One final act, submerging Wilson in darkness.
House quickly scurries back to his office to return to his game. He wants to be fondling his favorite pair of balls, clicking and clacking with glee once again. Cuddy walks in.
"I noticed that there was some staining on the carpets so we got a cleaning service for your office, I hope you don't mind Mr Home" Cuddy announced. She shuffles in place trying not to display the fear that was already obvious on her face. "They cleaned up more generally too, so please let me know if you need anything"
Cuddy then scurried away.
House returns to his desk, he sits down, opens his drawers. Where are his marbles? He had them...
He threw them at Wilson, in his primal rage. Cuddy had the room cleaned. Where were his marbles? He could not abide by this. He should not abide by this. But what is he to do? He no longer has a pair of sweaty balls that he could hurl at cuddy, he doesn't even have a pair of sweaty anything now. He began to unravel, who was he without his marbles?? what how how why what no no n o noo no
WHERE ARE THEY C UDDY i WILL GET YOU, BELIEVE YOU EM
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And that is how House lost his marbles folks. :3
