Drabble 13: Die for me, Darling

Everything swayed left to right as Dr. House drove the red car, feeling his world spin. Since when did the lights in the city get so bright?

His head was threatening to explode; he drunkenly looked at Wilson next to him and grinned perversely. "You're pretty."

Wilson opened his dilated eyes and slurred a response House never caught—

They had driven headfirst onto a railway and the train was coming directly at them. His response too delayed, House never understood what had happened. The last thing he felt was Wilson's warm body being thrown onto his lap and then darkness.

Fin.