chocolate_frapp (chocolate_frapp) wrote,

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Chapter 7

House drove to Rush and parked in the lot outside the coroner's lab. It was strangely quiet. Not only was the parking lot almost empty but there didn't seem to be anybody in or near the building, at least he couldn't see or hear anyone. He got out of the car and started to walk towards the building, wondering where Wilson was.

His leg was acting up a little worse than usual, forcing him to move slowly, and when he finally heard it, he was so close to the building he was almost bumping into the wall. The very faint whisper made a chill run up his spine.


He looked down into a cement stairwell leading to a basement door and gave a little gasp. The whisper had come from Wilson, who was half standing, half leaning in the stairwell, his brown eyes filled with fear as he struggled in a hostage grab with George Chang holding a large knife to his throat.


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    Not much going on here, I'd rather not haul around groceries with a bad leg but at least it's getting better, the PT seems to be working.

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    If someone doesn't like my fanfic writing that's their opinion but I think it's incredibly cowardly to trash it anonymously.

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    This sucks. My favorite bar went out of business.

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