B=C
"And everything's the
leg. Nothing's the pills? They haven't done a thing to
you?"
"They let me do my job and they take away my pain."
Greg
watched as Wilson left the room, apparently unable to come up with a
reasonable reply. He turned away from the door as he gazed, not
really seeing the desk below.
'If only Wilson could see past
this.' House thought to himself.
'See past this facade and see the
real reason I'm miserable. Its not the pills and it's not always
about the pain either. I'm so lonely but I can't trust anyone enough
to let them know. He's the closest thing I have to a friend and he
can't analyze me as well as he thinks. He just doesn't understand
the sense of peace the euphoria causes; the oasis of
happiness in my world of depression. Yea, I know I act like
a rebellious child but there's a reason for all that, but
no one spares the time to look past it.
You seemed to have missed
some stuff in your psych rotation Wilson;
Behaviour is
communication- What am I trying to tell you?'
