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Icy Blue -🧸

TW//: alcohol use, mentions of depression and antidepressant medication, possibly other mental illnesses.

these topics can be very triggering for a lot of people, please note I do not intent to shine light on anything mentioned, this is all fiction, please do not joke about these topics in the comments and please do not vent, thank you very much please proceed with caution and enjoy<3

Note: Wilson gets drunk and when House comes home he's confused who Wilson is rambling on about until one comment sets everything into place.

Relationship Status: best friends.
Placement in time: idfk but when House and Wilson share that condo, canon lore? Hahah
What's that? 👀.

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Third Person P.O.V

House entered the condo, it was late and all he wanted to do was eat maybe watch some TV with Wilson while drinking beer and pass out and sleep for who know how long.

He kicked off his shoes tossed his keys lazily on the desk under the key rings despite it taking the same amount of effort to just put them on the key ring.

House wondered into the living room not paying much attention as he chucked off his jacket and tossed it onto the back of the couch.

That's when he noticed the body sprawled on the floor.

House looked around the living room, the coffee table had multiple empty beer bottles and some along the floor.

He looked back at Wilson unconscious on the floor in between the couch and coffee table and rolled his eyes.

House shook his head, Wilson hadn't been doing the best mentally recently, some sort of depression episode or something, House suspected he hasn't been taking his meds but it wasn't the case.

House set his cane to the side and picked up as many beer bottles as he could limping to the kitchen to throw them away, he only had to make one trip luckily.

He moved the coffee table back some then knelt down on the floor, House shook Wilson's shoulder and tapped his face, Wilson's eyes fluttered open, he stayed staring at the ceiling until his half lidded eyes slowly looked over at House.

"Mornin' there" House said smiling sarcastically, Wilson's lips curled into a big stupid grin "hi" Wilson greeted he looked around smiling dropping a bit confused "why am I on the floor?" Wilson asked squinting as he looking up st the light on the ceiling "you tell me" House scoffed Wilson just stayed there and looked at House thinking.

Then apparently something clicked, he raised his eyebrows "oooohhh!" Wilson says slowly and started giggling "I got drunk" Wilson said trying to contain his giggles "I think wasted is a better interpretation" House mumbled looking Wilson up and down.

He was still in his work clothes meaning he came home and didn't even change just started drinking, of course his tie was undone and his jacket was gone along with his shoes and socks.

He's been doing this for weeks, not every day just every other day, he'll come home, get wasted, pass out, House will have to take care of him, wake up hungover and give a half ass apology.

House shook his head disappointedly "okay come on let's get you off the floor" House said gesturing up with his hand Wilson shook his head "to dizzy" Wilson mumbled wincing and grabbing his head.

"Yeah that's all the alcohol you drank, great choice really I mean six whole bottles? What are trying do do? Give yourself alcohol poisoning?" House chuckled but not in a playful or happy way, in a sarcastic scolding way really trying to get his point across.