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House gets discharged tomorrow. Amber's funeral occurred a few days ago.
It wasn't a good day. Wilson cried so hard he threw up. I ended up crying with him.
Then went back to the hospital, and House was crying because he couldn't go. The bus accident and everything afterwards made him extremely vulnerable. I cried with House too.
I hope things get better soon. I don't know how much more angst I can take.
"I'm hungry," House whined.
"It's not lunch yet," I reminded him.
"Are you coming home with me?" he asked. I nodded. I'm going to stay with him until he feels a little better. House yawned.
"Go to sleep and I'll wake you up when lunch comes," I told him.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and was asleep within seconds.
As the nausea I had been feeling since the bus accident hit, I leaned back in the chair.
"How's he doing?" Cameron asked, whispering.
"Tired, in pain, and sad," I answered.
"Are you okay with everything?" Cameron asked.
"These past few days have just stressed me out," I explained. She sighed.
"Chase and I are planning on visiting him at home. Foreman, Kutner, and Taub might come too."
"He'll complain, but he'll like that," I told her.
I woke House up when his lunch came. Despite the fact that he had been hungry earlier, he barely ate any food.
"You need to eat," I reminded him.
"I'm hungry, but I'm not," he said.
"At least a few more bites for me."
He nodded and ate the few more bites that I had required.
"I miss Wilson," House confessed when he was done eating.
"I know you do, Greg."
"I understand if he never talks to me again."
"He'll talk to you again," I assured him. House turned on the TV and started to watch a soap opera.
Unfortunately, exhaustion set in and he fell asleep again.
I grabbed his hand and went to sleep too.
TBC
The next chapters should be longer. Look for the update soon.