my first house fic,hugh laurie is so awesome
i don't own house md or anything related to
imagine if i did though...;
Sometimes he wished he would wake up and he would have his leg back.
He would be able to run and jump and play. No one would stare at his cane, and maybe he wouldn't be as bitter.
Sometimes he wishes he'll wake up and Stacy will be lying next to him.
They would be married and perhaps would have children. He never considered himself a family man; however the idea had always somewhat appealed to him.
Sometimes he hopes that when he wakes up, his life will mean more. Of course he is a famous doctor; however that does not make him feel like a real man, for he uses a cane, and is very bitter. Though sometimes he is inspired to care about someone. The thought flitters across his mind that maybe he doesn't deserve to live; he quickly banishes the thought however. No matter how many times it entered his mind when he first had the infarction, he never gave.
Sometimes he prays that he'll wake up, and his Vicodin won't be his scapegoat. That he'll be able to wake up and not take that damned pill for and entire day, he cannot remember the last time he did that, most likely never.
Sometimes he begs himself to not be addicted to anything, though it relieves his pain. This is a false hope nonetheless.
Most of the times he pushes these thoughts out of his mind.
Sometimes is something nevertheless.