Word from the Author: First House fic. Short, and hopefully sweet! XD
Disclaimer: I do not own House. Heck, I don't even own a house.
Addiction
Wilson has an addiction. And like any good addiction, it's one that's difficult for him to admit. He knows it has cost him three marriages so far, and god knows how many more to come, but no matter the imperial evidence presented to him, he just can't get rid of the cravings. He's tried. Oh, but how he's tried. Nothing works. Every time he manages to stop, something always makes him give up and give in. So, it's always one step forwards, two steps back.
When he does admit to it, however, that's a whole other story in itself. The fact that he tries to justify it just goes to show how deep his dependence runs. But even when he does somehow make it out to be less than it actually is, he can't deny that he's given up more to keep this need met, than he has for anything else in his entire life.
Perhaps the sheer fact that he can't imagine his existence any other way should tell him how far gone he is. He is all too well aware of how frequently he is compelled by it, to do things that normally he would never do.
And just like any other addict, he finds that he doesn't really care. He can't relax, can't think, can't function, unless he's had his fix. Only then does the world move forward. Only then is he able to breathe.
The problem with his problem, though, is that the fix only lasts so long, and more often than not has far more power to hurt him than anything else is able, or, anyone else, to be precise. Because what good's an addiction if it doesn't?
Another thing about Wilson's addiction is that it's as obvious as a cane to the crotch. More obvious, even.
After all, anyone who has met Wilson would be able to tell you that he's addicted to House.
Finis.
Another Word from the Author: Whee. So, that's that for now. Let me know what you thought, yes? No? Maybe more to come at some stage in the future, Muse be willing.