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Amber Volakis is dead, and I don't know what to do.
Wilson is grieving and blaming House. House is guilty, hurt, and devastated. He thinks Wilson hates him.
I'm a rock for both House and Wilson. I don't know how I'm supposed to do this when I'm barely keeping myself together.
Everything hurts. If Wilson isn't crying, House is. And I'm crying with both of them. House thinks that Wilson hates him, but I know that Wilson doesn't feel that way. He's just feeling resentful right now, but House isn't convinced of that.
"What are you thinking about?" House asked me. Luckily, it had been six hours since his last crying jag, and I know I'm going to be worn out. Amber's funeral is in a few hours.
House can't go. Wilson probably wouldn't even let him if he could.
It's been a bad few days. Dr. Hadley came to me and admitted that she has Huntington's disease. I told House, because he had suspected it before. He hadn't looked at the results. He ended up crying over that, which says something.
"Nothing," I lied. He stared at me, but let it go.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"I should be asking you that," I pointed out.
"I have a headache," House admitted.
"Take your pain medication when it comes," I reminded him.
He tries to smile at me, but I know that he doesn't want to. He and Wilson are so depressed that they're dragging me down with them.
I can only hope things will get better in the next few weeks. Wilson took two weeks off work. House is off until I can say he can come back.
I'm going home with him again, just like I did before.
He needs me.
TBC
This is just the prologue. Please review. It's important so I know how to become a better writer. I've had this idea in my head since yesterday, but I was having such a bad day after the Bones and House season finales that I couldn't think straight. The next chapter should be up soon.