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He wasn't blind
He saw it. He knew it would happen. But it hurt. It hurt to know what Wilson did. At times he wished he wasn't right.
He wasn't stupid.
He knew Wilson was the one. It was easy to say Wilson was his Judas. After everything Wilson did, House new the end would be like this.
He found Wilson and Tritter.
Sometimes he wondered if Wilson thought he was stupid. Sometimes h e thought Wilson thought he was blind.
He wasn't. He saw everything but forced them inside.
"Don't push this until it breaks."
He never wanted it to break. He never thought it could. But when Wilson said that it could, he knew. He knew that everything was changing.
He could still remember Wilson's laugh.
He hated that laugh from the moment he heard it. His friend thought he missed the Vicodin and even implied that the pain was all in his head. He knew that the belief in one another was fading.
"I didn't want your wings to melt."
Wilson gave him the Greek Chorus again. What wings? He knew God doesn't limp. Why would Wilson make him feel so useless? He knew then that Wilson must have been the one who instigated the bet. It made sense. His friend was forcing his hand. He knew then that he couldn't trust Wilson anymore.
"I told him that I didn't write the prescriptions."
Everything led to this. Everything led to Wilson.
He hated being right. He doesn't want to be right. But he was.
So, he just stared at the alcohol, held the bottle of Vicodin in his hands, and started to dial his mother's number…