I was wondering what to do after the last chapter: Wilson or Cuddy? Then, I though, "House is going to be the last (of course!), so I might as well have Cuddy go before him, so that leaves Wilson before her!" (Just a glimpse into the rationality I use with this story.) Most of these ideas come from random things I see and hear. I'll see an ad on TV and think about it and think and think some more and then I realize that I really like what I am thinking about. Then I put it into whatever story I think suits it best! (Another glimpse into the author's mind!) Well, you don't want to hear me babbling, so I'll continue! Here we go!


Wilson's Confessions

He sat alone in his house, a drink in hand. There was no way he was going back to work tomorrow without being a tad hungover. It made life bearable, besides the pounding headache one usually experienced. Nothing a little painkiller wouldn't take care of, though, Wilson told himself calmly, downing the rest of the drink and staring at the wall. He was starting to sound like House, he thought, and wondered if he even had painkiller in the house. Probably not...

He had the radio on, just background noise, a droning sound just soft enough that Wilson couldn't make out what the singer was crooning about. He didn't like to sit in silence. He could hear Cuddy's voice in his mind, saying all those things again and again and again. Wilson wished he would have turned the radio louder, but didn't want to get up. He also wished he had another drink, but not badly enough to stand up from his armchair.

He was in so much trouble. He was in charge of the three doctors that had formerly worked under House's direction; no matter what they did, it would reflect on him and he would have to shoulder the blame. Cameron lied. It was his fault. Chase fought. It was his fault. Foreman lost hazardous material House used against the patient. It was his fault. Wilson didn't know if it was exactly his fault for what House did directly, without the help of the team, but he did know that he left the files on House's desk, right where the man could pick them up and read them. That was Wilson's fault.

Patient information was supposed to be confidential, between the patient and the doctors who worked directly on the case. House had been kicked off the case and Wilson had left the files there anyway. What was he thinking? Apparently, he hadn't been thinking at all. Since he was assigned the case, Wilson felt he was slipping more and more, making mistakes he wouldn't normally make.

He had been House's friend for a long time, now, and had never been more furious with him than how he felt now. House had taken the trust Wilson and the others gave him and shot it, killing it dead. House truly didn't care about anyone else but himself, Wilson was starting to believe. Now, Wilson was in the same boat the other doctors were, holding onto a wish that the patient wouldn't die because of House's mistake. House always had to be right. He didn't care who he hurt, Wilson thought bitterly, lifting his glass to his mouth before remembering there was nothing left. House had wanted to be right and he took a risk. That risk was not in their favor and now...

Wilson sighed as he got up to pour himself another drink. He hated House right now and, if he really was sued along with the hospital and the rest of the team, he would hate him forever.


Poor Wilson. He really doesn't like House now. I think that, like how Chase finally snapped at being called all those names and being insulted and punched House, Wilson is finally snapping because off all the wasted time and effort trying to keep House under control. Friendship will only go so far (I had a fight with a friend today, so maybe this is a reflection on what went on.. but would I be House or Wilson in this case? Well, I don't drink (considering it's illegal, anyway)... ) Anyway, please read and review! Thanks!