Summary: One shot, House and Wilson discuss their pasts
We're Broken
They laid on their backs next to each other fully clothed on the freshly made bed. Staring at the ceiling. Wilson's right hand was palm up next to House and House placed his left hand palm face down on top of Wilson's. They never moved during the whole process aside from House's hand onto Wilson's.
"Waking up during the first two weeks at Mayfield were hell."
Wilson could tell he had more to say, he refrained from responding. House's voice was gruff and quiet.
"Strapped to a bed. In pain. I would scream and no one would come. Eventually I'd pass out and wake to find a nurse cleaning me up."
"I'm sorry."
"You saved me. I was broken, and you make me fix myself."
Wilson squeezed House's hand, House squeezed back.
They laid in silence for awhile.
"When I got back from the hospital, after Amber, I found a note from her under my pillow. I thought I was out of tears, I wasn't."
"I... I don't..." House stopped and squeezed Wilson's hand again. Wilson squeezed back.
"I need you." House said to Wilson.
"I need you." Wilson said back.