Ante Mortem

The Wilson-shaped blanket groans quietly. “Since when are you a m’rning person?”“I’m not, so stop testing my patience and get your ass here.”“Where?” Wilson peeks out to look at him. His eyes finally land on the bag in House’s free hand. “What’s that?”“The janitor’s right eyeball,” he deadpans as he turns the lights on in the bathroom. “He really annoyed me so something had to be done.”“That’s…” House can hear him sigh in the other room. “I’m so tired I can almost believe that.”***After the two of them embark on their last journey, House notices that Wilson isn't taking care of himself the way he usually does. The reality of their situation is already grim enough, so House takes it upon himself to stop Wilson from sulking. Not because he cares, of course. It's just practical.