Allison sat in House's office. It was midnight, no one was around. The blinds were closed, her chest ripped open, her blood pouring out all over the floor. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't watch anyone else die. The pain was too much. A deep ache that she couldn't shake.
It all took her back to the worst moment of her life. The moment her husband, the love of her life, died. Her hand still clutched in his. One last squeeze then his chest stilled. She actually watched him give up his fight. He was tried, ready for it to be over. He welcomed death and at that point, she would have too.
Twenty-two. That is how old she was when her life changed. When all of her hopes and dreams changed for all time. Twenty-two and she had to make all the funeral arrangement. He had no family to do it for her. They wanted one, but he was too sick. They were married in mind and spirit, but the last 3 months, not in body. He was too weak. He left her with nothing, only a gaping hole in her chest.
She dedicated her life to helping others, but who would help her? No one. Everyone thought she was the sensible one. The one that had her life together. Little did they know. Her life was shit. She was lonely, scared and broken. Just like House. Only she wasn't bitter. She somehow avoided that. She thinks she owes it to her parents' undying love. Without them, she couldn't have gone on.
House thinks she has some type of savior complex. Maybe that was true. She couldn't save her husband, but maybe, just maybe she could save someone else's.
So she sits, her deep, gut wrenching sobs, echoing in the stillness of the night. She was thankful no one was there to witness her breakdown. But no one was there to hold her either. Alone, always alone.
She felt a touch on her shoulder, it just broke her more. She turned toward the hand, needing the strength of someone else arms around her. The sobbing increased. Strong arms engulfed her, drawing her closer, cradling her. Bearing some of the weight of her sorrow. She wept. Sitting on the floor, in the middle of the night. In the arms of a man she loved, but could never have. He held her. Never saying a word. For once someone was there for her, to ease her pain and loneliness.
Her face was so damp with her own tears, she never felt his single tear fall, mixing with her's. Hurting for her. He knew what loneliness was, he lived it everyday of his life. The sobbing decreased, her ached appeased for now. She sat up, looked at him through watery eyes. He nodded once, kissed her forehead and left, without saying a word.