Author: My first jump into the fandom of House M.D. This will contain spoilers for the season 4 finale. It's centered around Wilson/Amber, but other characters will appear. Expect this to be relatively twelve chapters long. Each chapter will represent one of the lines of the song Breathing by Lifehouse. Said lines I chose are down below. The underlined line is the one used to for the chapter. So... let's hope I can keep people in character and in line.
"I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do
When I get there...
Take a breath and hold on tight
And spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
Cause I'm hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heavens door
And listen to you breathing" - Breathing: Lifehouse
Sanity
Two weeks. Two weeks since Amber died in his arms. Fourteen days without speaking to House. Three-hundred and thirty six hours of loneliness in a room with a bed too big for one. Wilson rolled over onto his side, pulling her pillow tight against his stomach. He felt empty, just like the house did. Just like everywhere did without Amber.
"Wilson-" Cuddy placed her hand on his arm. She had visited after the funeral, silence consuming the room after a single word. A word that clearly held all that she was feeling and all that she thought he felt. None of them had really known Amber. She was just… there. The woman he was dating. The girl he lived with… the one he loved. They had no emotional attachment to her. It was him they came to comfort. It was for him they felt grief. He was still alive, though, and their grief was not enough. It never would be.
He rolled over again, stopping to stare at the ceiling. Lying on his back, spread out on the bed, it was still too big. In his hand was a piece of paper. It was crumpled, but he held fast to the last thing Amber had ever written. Her note to him on the back of an envelope. It was proof, along with the cold grave stone, that she had existed.
"It will get better…" the soft voice said quietly. Wilson kept staring at the stone with her name carved into it. The scene was almost surreal to him. To her. Cameron stood at his side, staring at the name as well. She remembered losing her first husband. How much it had impacted her life. How much she had hated to let him go, but time forced her too. Time and life forced her to move on.
"It will get better."