A couple are driving through the streets and the pregnant wife is driving her drunk husband. The woman temporarily blacks out and they barely manage to avoid a car wreck. The police show up and think she's drunk as she begins to act woozy. Then collapses.
Foreman is checking up on the couple and her brain tests prove negative but her kidney and liver look odd – she's only 28 weeks pregnant. House is indulging in a dream about Vogler when Foreman brings him the news. House in turn gives them the news that Cameron has quit. When Chase...
In a dusty attic, a young boy, Gabriel trips as he gets together with some other boys for a club. They start playing with an Ouija board and when asked who will die in a year, it "spells" out Gabe's name. A week or so later, Gabe comes down with a fever then collapses. He's taken to the clinic where House suspects pneumonia, particularly since Gabe's parents are major donors to the clinic. Signs of a rash suggest something else and they suspect ticks or any sexual activity. It soon becomes clear that the father is a bit of a control freak and the parents...
House: His name is not Wilson and he's screwed up worse than I am!
Well, his name is Wilson and he's most certainly not as screwed up as House, but then...
How screwed up is Wilson?
I don't think we get to really see this side of Wilson until the episode with that quote I just used, "House vs God". Almost two complete seasons into the show and only then we get to see Wilson's screwed-up-ness exactly as it is. Why did the writers take so long to introduce such an important feature of such an important character? Did it occur to them only just then that Wilson should be this way? I don't think so....
so this is the first rendition of my first ever fanfiction
Episode 1: All Isn’t Lost
Moments were a scarce feature in the winter. Mostly, the time passed quickly. Days moved through time with a definite purpose and overwhelming guilt. Snow blanketed over streets and railways and bus stop benches, heaven had never been so beautiful. But this was Chicago, and winter had its kryptonite. Along the alleyway the snow pilled in dirt ridden clumps and around the multiple tracks of ambulance tires. Footprints delved into the softness every few inches, yet...
[Shot of squash court, two girls, best friends, playing against each other. After the game, shot of changing room, they are just about to leave.]
Anna (1st girl): I’ll see you tomorrow. Give you another thrashing.
Leah (2nd girl): Yeah, we’ll see about that! (laughs) Need a lift?
Anna: No, I’ll walk home.
Leah: OK. Bye
[Both girls leave at the same time. Leah gets in her car and drives off. Anna is walking in the same direction. Shot of her heart, beating normally. Shot of her walking. Another shot of her heart, now beating erratically. Shot of her vomiting, then collapsing.]