A/N: A drabble I wrote a while ago. No slash intended.
Colors
Wilson watched House. House didn't notice. He was staring at the wall in his office, and the computer glowed blue. The sun was setting, turning his office into a prism. Wilson wanted to say something, wanted to walk in. But he didn't. He concentrated on setting his breaths to the pain glimmers in House's eyes.
He couldn't be enough.
He couldn't make House better.
That's why he stayed on the outside, even though everyone else thought he was House's life support.
House fingered his twenty-dollar bill. Wilson had lost the bet.
He let the colors go right through him.
