The Ha Ha Wall
7th song. About being lost and scared and hoping that someone, anyone, will listen. Set season 2 sometime.
Warning – dark themes. This chapter only, M rated.
He emptied his stomach before taking the pills. Knowing House hated vomit, he cleaned up.
The pills choked him.
He paged House.
There was nowhere to go but here. No home. Just the hospital full of people he couldn't save.
He'd saved lives.
House had saved more.
The other pills gagged him.
House never listened to him, hadn't even guessed... Wouldn't come.
His couch smelt of safety.
House's steps. He was trying to run.
'Wilson?...Jimmy, you fucking moron. You stopped the antidepressants, didn't you?'
House called 911.
Fingers brushed his. Everything would be alright. House had listened to his call.
A/N – The title just impossible to work with. The relevant lyric was 'I'm empty, lost, alone / Won't you heed my call?'
Obviously, Wilson's thoughts are a little screwed in this. I wanted it to seem slightly incoherent.
