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He looked outside of the car, unaware what to expect. Everything was gray and uncertain. Anxiety choked his throat.

House got his things; he had decided to say goodbye to Wilson right there and walk alone to the hospital.

He extended his hand.

They crossed then, and he discovered that words of gratitude also were suffocating him. That friendship had begun with a single handshake and became the closest of a family. He felt without his armor and didn´t liked it.

He couldn´t say them and just nodded his head.

He walked to his future. Unaware what would be.

Ashes, he has become.