Title: Cleaning out his desk
Author: Deinde
Summary: It was Wilson who went to pick up House, and now Amber is cleaning out his desk.
It was one week, three days, 7 hours and 38 minutes since the funeral.
It was two weeks, 9 hours, and 45 minutes since she had gotten the call from Princeton Hospital that he was dead.
It was Two weeks, 11 hours and 5 minutes since House had called Wilson's cell phone to come pick him up from the bar, and Amber was cleaning out his desk.
The note was found sealed at the bottom of his bottom drawer of his desk.
There was no address on the front, no stamp, and it was slightly discolored from age.
It was the last thing in the entire office she had to sort into the three piles of Work, keep, and get rid of. The was depressingly little in the keep box and depressing much in the Work box.
Amber tried to be careful not tear the envelope opening it, but the old glue popped open easily.
There were the curling loopy letters she had been seeing everywhere the last few days.
I killed him, I killed the brilliant doctor House.
That was it. Written carefully in his neatest handwriting, centered on a page of standard 8x11 computer paper, a single crease cutting the words in half. No signature, no date, no explanation.
Amber sat on the floor, wrapped her hands around her knees, and cried for the first time.