Title: And still, she held his hand
Author: IsisPotter
Disclaimer: I do not own House, MD. I barely own a computer. Please do not sue me. If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then fanfic must also be.
He'd screwed up. This was not the first time he'd screwed up, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Logically, he knew this. But the fact remained, he'd screwed up. And it cost Amber her life. Yeah, yeah, she was doomed when she downed her medication on the bus, but she wouldn't have been on the bus if he hadn't gone out, got drunk, and, predictably, called Wilson. But he didn't get Wilson, he got Amber. The absolute last person he wanted to see right then. He'd have called Cameron first. Yeah, he should have called Cameron. She would have poured him into a cab and sent him home.
Now, Amber was dead, Wilson was… He didn't know what Wilson was feeling. For the first time, he couldn't read the expression on his oldest friend's face. Wilson was usually pretty easy to read. Of course, the skull fracture, recent heart attack, drilling holes in his head, and the direct electrical stimulation of his brain may have something to do with that if he wanted to rationalize, but he didn't. Amber was dead. And no matter what she said in limbo/shiny white lighted bus, he was going to continue doing and being what he always had.
He was nasty. He was rude. He was abrupt and cruel. He took potshots at people just for fun. He went out and got drunk and then called his best friend, only to have his best friend's…
He closed his eyes.
And still, she held his hand.
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