Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of its characters. I just like to play with them, every now and then.
A/N 1: Hi! So, I'm really new at doing this and I'm not sure how all of it will come out but hopefully it's good. This is set primarily after S7 with House and Cuddy's failure relationship, and you can either place it in 8x19 [not really any spoilers for that though] or just AU.
This is mainly a friendship fic too, but if you want to wear any slash goggles, you've got my thumbs up! xD
Written May 7.2012
One pill.
Two.
Three.
Maybe four.
He knew how much he
Could handle.
- That's the point.
He wanted to break that streak.
No one would come looking.
Not for him.
Not an ass,
A cripple,
A waste of space.
He didn't deserve them,
He deserved no second chances,
Only pain.
Merely pain.
So he took another drink,
Then another,
And another.
One for Wilson,
One for Cuddy,
One for his dead beat dad,
Three for himself.
They wouldn't come looking.
No.
And even if they tried,
They wouldn't find him here.
Not in the light.
Not drowning in his own self-pity.
Just living.
Sort of.
Just being.
Being with Wilson,
Even if Wilson wasn't with him.
So he took another pill,
And drank another shot.
Because there was no point in being,
If Wilson wasn't there to be too.
A/N 2: So, hello again! I truly hope that this poem wasn't very OOC. This is the second time [because I wrote another earlier today ^^] I've not only written but actually finished writing a fanfic. Which is pretty exciting for me since I have a really hard time in continuing my things. However, I don't want to make this too long, so again, I just hope it wasn't very OOC, I feel if anything that it was grazing the surface of the characters. As in, it didn't plunge into the sea of depths but just skimmed the surface. I've been reluctant lately on doing fanfic things, to post more so, because I'm more into original stuff, but I have attempted, so there.
Also, we've been in need of Hilson things lately.
But! R&R if you want! Any help is truly appreciated =]
-HMD