Can't you see, after everything that we've been through, that I've never wished to hurt you? That I care, and dare I say it, love you? It has never been my wish to harm you in any way.
And yet here you lay.
I have all the power humanly possible to help you, yet I sit here because you asked me to. I never do what you say, so why am I now?
If it were anybody else I'd be practically jumping with joy at the opportunity to disobey them, yet I don't.
Because it's you Jimmy. Because you're the one dying now.
I don't want to harm you, but by not doing anything aren't I doing just that?
The coughs wrack your body but it's mine that flinches as if it's my pain and not yours.
Oh how I wish that were so.
You could die tomorrow brother, yet there is nothing, I mange to convince myself, that I can do about it.
Chemo could be so easy, it could save your life, yet you continue to refuse for the same reasons I do.
Are you trying to teach me a lesson? Is that it? So I don't try and cheat death anymore? If that is the reason, I think I have finally learned.
I've never seen you so close to death. Never seen anyone this close and live to tell the tale.
Why are you doing this; haven't I lost enough damn it? Without you I really am alone. No one else has ever stuck with me this long and I'm afraid no one ever will again.
I've come to a conclusion through all this though, there is one thing I despise more than pain:
being alone.
Without you I'm truly alone. And let me tell you, it's a really dark place to be.
Never more in my life have I wished more greatly then I did then:
Please Wilson, I need you, don't die. Yet your body spoke otherwise. It was clear you were losing you battle. I wanted, no I needed to help you.
Yet you told me not to.
And I can't seem to bring myself to break this one last promise.
You will die.
And I convince myself there is nothing I could've done as the last breath passes through your still lips.
And as your angel laughs and dances above me, for once, I've feel as if I've done the right thing.
No farewell words were spoken,
no time to say good-bye,
you were gone before I knew it,
and I will never know why.
A/N: I've always seen House's and Wilson's relationship as you would l brothers, that is why House calls Wilson his brother.
Last two lines of the poem I made up.
Inspired from the promo for 8X19, The C-Word; it made my tear up and I haven't even seen the whole thing yet. Here's the link if you want to watch it. .com/watch?v=sDLkgu5I_fY