My Very Own Limping Twerp
Dedicated to Genny (limpingtwerp), Deanna (Lover Boy), and Cody
Author's Notes
Rating: T
Summary:
character death "minor" drug abuse references to the organs of the reproductive system a hyper and giddy neurologist House acts out of character at times Chase and Cameron using the lab for "personal reasons" a creepy crossover moment with the Lord of the Rings House unable to take care of himself the evil hairdryer of Oncology Cuddy, House, and Wilson play boardgames Cuddy thinks House may have found religion House has a creepy twin sister named Kristen Cameron and Chase perform two-person CPR on House House has a revelation concerning clinic duty House tells Wilson a big secret Spoilers: "Cane and Abel" "Control" "Sex Kills" "Insensitive" "Top Secret" House gets into serious trouble in the lab
Ships: HousexWilson, ChasexCameron
A/N: "Hindsight" by House of Bones
Chapter One: 20/20 Hindsight
"Why didn't I say yes?" Wilson asked the comatose form in the hospital bed before him.
No snide remark answered him. And Wilson was certain it was all his fault. It just had to be!
hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight
The drunk driver had caught him by surprise.
Who drives drunk in a hospital parking lot? House thought as he drifted in and out of conciousness for nearly an hour before Cuddy'd found his broken body trapped beneath his broken motorcycle.
hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight
"That motorcycle saved his life," a paramedic had informed Cuddy.
"But what if he can't use his left leg at all?" Cuddy could not help but cry out in reply.
"He'll still have a perfectly fine right leg. The femur would have been protected by the muscles of his thigh," comforted the paramedic--who obviously didn't know House.
Cuddy chose not to correct the ignorant paramedic. House could do it himself--if he woke up.
When he wakes up, Cuddy, WHEN, she told herself as she walked to House's room, where Wilson was already there, holding his friend's hand in his own. He will wake up.
But Cuddy knew since House had not had the chance to put on his helmet when he'd been hit, there was probably massive head trauma.
hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight
They say that hindsight Only a worried silence Why did I not say yes
Is always 20/20
Wilson held House's hand in his own.
Well, my dearest friend,
This time, they're right
Tears brimmed in his soft chocolate brown eyes.
If only things had been different
If only I had said yes instead of no
If only you hadn't been hit
If only...
Tears streamed down his cheeks, flowing unchecked.
But I can't turn back the clock,
Not even for you, lover
Wilson begged House to wake up, knowing full well that House wouldn't wake up until he was well and ready to.
We're always been a couple
Through thick and thin,
Through the good and the bad,
Through the pain...
Wilson didn't care what everyone else said--House would wake up. He had to wake up.
But this time,
We suffer alone.
This time,
We suffer apart.
Wilson refused to leave House's side. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman took turns bringing him something to eat from the hospital cafeteria.
No shoulder to cry on,
No comforting embraces,
No scathing statements
Wilson blamed himself for what had happened, even though there'd been no way Wilson could have known that that was going to happen.
They say hindsight
Is always 20/20
"House, wake up!" Wilson begged.
Well, my dearest friend,
This time, they're right.
If only he had said yes instead of no when House had asked for a ride home yesterday afternoon.
No one to lean on,
No pitying glances,
No thudding cane
Broken by the beeping of your heart
You wouldn't've laughed at me
So why didn't I speak my heart?
Why did God deciede
You had to be in pain?
Wilson rested his head gentlely on House's chest, taking care to not bump the banage that protected House's bruised and battered ribs.
They say hindsight
Is always 20/20
He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep.
Well, my dearest friend,
This time, they're right.
Wilson slept undistrubed by dreams.
hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight hindsight
"What happened?"
...you were hit by a drunk in the hospital parking lot...
"Why can't I feel any pain?"
...why should you care about that? do you like being in pain?...
"No, of course not. I'm just kind of used to being in pain."
...oh, okay...
"So?"
...so what?...
"Why can't I feel any pain?"
...you still on that?...
"Duh."
...you sure you really want to know?...
"Yes."
...you're in a coma...
"That's better than what I thought you were going to say."
...death?...
"Yeah, that."