[As he gains awareness, Wilson begins struggling; there's too much attention focused on his head, with the finger ear plugs and all in place, for him to get any real range of motion there, but he's tugging at the ropes with his limbs.
Of course, then his head is pulled to a side as House injects the drug. He cries out; not in pain, but in anger, and pulls against his bindings violently. He can infer what that was; the slug hasn't been inclined to take much care of Wilson's body beyond what's strictly necessary to keep it up to digging standards, so there's not a lot of energy or food to speak of, but he's not out yet and fighting to keep consciousness.
Was that doubt, infuriating superhero girl? He shoots her a nasty glare.]
My what an elegant plan. Are you hoping to drown him while you're at it?
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Of course, then his head is pulled to a side as House injects the drug. He cries out; not in pain, but in anger, and pulls against his bindings violently. He can infer what that was; the slug hasn't been inclined to take much care of Wilson's body beyond what's strictly necessary to keep it up to digging standards, so there's not a lot of energy or food to speak of, but he's not out yet and fighting to keep consciousness.
Was that doubt, infuriating superhero girl? He shoots her a nasty glare.]
My what an elegant plan. Are you hoping to drown him while you're at it?