A/N Sad little short story i wrote, as always, leave a review!!!
Set straight after Cuddy warmed up Amber and it "spread to her brain." House suggested Autoimmune disease.
He turned around slowly
'He can pay the price for what he's done, it's his fault she's like this.' He kept repeating this in his head, over and over. He slid his hand down the handle.
Cold.
Was he being too cold?
'No. It's his fault if Amber dies.'
The door slid open and House raised his weary head, sky blue eyes locked on his friend.Normally he could be so objective but he was terrified, Wilson was so mad. He just wanted to help him, in any way. 'At any cost...'
Wilson walked in, looking down awkwardly but obviously knew what he wanted to say. "Cuddy's right. I was afraid to do anything, I thought if everything just stopped it would be okay..."
House nodded, eyebrows furrowed in concern and for once in his miserable life he offered some form of comfort to his friend, but Wilson was too wrapped up in himself to notice "And it's gonna be. Taubs starting treatment and we're doing everything we can." Wilson shook his head "No. Not everything"
The M.D looked up, he knew exactly what his best friend was about to ask him, but he wished he wouldn't. Blue eyes pleading as Wilson stated "Before you warm her up... You said you- you wanted to try the deep brain stimulation." Wilson walked forward, brown eyes begging. "But there's no reason, we know what I saw it was the rash!""What if it wasn't House, what if you noticed something else, what if it's stuck in your head?" Their eyes locked, House slowly deflated, breaking eye contact. His sea eyes filled with betrayal from his 'best buddy'. Slowly, he tilted his head back over, tears forming behind his eyes "So you think, I should risk my life... to save Ambers?"
A slow but sturdy nod is what he got in return. "Yes." 'It's his fault, if she dies it's his fault'. House swallowed, looking down and defeated. 'Your worthless to him, all you are is a part of the puzzle. The only reason he's speaking to you is because he needs Amber, he hates you.' Looking back up- mouth slightly open and eyes covered in hurt with no attempt to conceal, he exhaled in an attempt at a laugh before biting his lip to hold back tears. Shakily, he breathed out and nodded in return.
After House had suffered his seizure and Amber had died. Wilson wanted nothing to do with the man. He sat in his office chair and tried to sleep but to no avail. His thoughts trailed on and on until they landed on House.
'What a horrible, misanthropic, ass.' Was his first thought.
"You really shouldn't think so poorly of the man." Wilson shot out of his chair and saw Amber sitting on the couch, his heart leaped into his throat.
"You're dead. Am I dead?"
She smiled that all knowing smile before chuckling.
"No, you're just tired."
"You seem so real" He muttered under his breath, stepping toward her and sitting in the couch.
"Maybe I am." She leaned on her hand before looking at him gently. Blue meeting brown like they had so many times before. "You shouldn't be so mad at House you know, he did risk his life to save me." The oncologist frowned and shook his head angrily. "Not only did he only do it for the puzzle, but he's the reason you died!"
They sat in silence before Amber got up and took his hand, leading him into the middle of the room where it distorted into a bright white, fading back into the crash site. "I don't want to see this Amber, please!" She shushed him as they walked forward together. They saw House, bleeding profusely from his head, barely coherent- clutching onto Ambers hand as the bus flipped onto its side, glass flying in all directions. Their hands slipped. The vision faded.
Wilson thought it was over and he fell to his knees but suddenly he saw House, brilliant mind fogged with confusion and shock, searching for something, he spotted Amber and above all else got up and crawled to her. He only saw that in the moment, not thinking of his pain or the situation they were in "I have to tie this around you" He had huskily said. Tiring a perfect tourniquet as Amber, terrified and shaking whispered "I'm cold..." Houses hands shook and he begged "Stay with me... Just stay with me" As the final knot got tied, he passed out. Left unconscious and the scene faded back to a white
"Why did you show me that?" Wilson cried out, shaking and then something clicked. "He... he was trying to save you." She nodded satisfaction filling her eyes. Slowly, she hugged him one more time and faded away.
Wilson sat on the floor of his office, running over everything over the past few House had done.
He had wandered back to the bus, trying to find Amber after the shock wore off.
He had lied to a doctor about Wilson being her husband for his benefit.
He'd listened to family about what to do because it was Wilson, he never did that.
He'd kept working even though he had a brain fracture, had just had his heart stop and had been in a bus crash.
Time and time again he had let Wilson make the decisions because it was his 'best buddy'...
"Oh my god..." Wilson gasped out, tears messily flooding out of his eyes. He realised something, he had been pushing House to keep working, keep thinking, keep hurting for his benefit. House's leg pain must've been intense. He must've felt so betrayed.
'I asked him to do the deep brain stimulation...'
"I- I asked... I asked him to do the deep brain stimulation.. to risk his life for- for my girlfriend." Slowly it flooded in, he had essentially made his best friend feel like he was worthless. He hasn't even visited him.
He threw himself off the ground and out the door.
House sat up in his hospital bed, staring at Cuddy. Normally he'd feel comforted someone was there but now he just felt bad. He wanted Wilson
He wanted Wilson to sit with him, joke, talk, yell. He didn't care, he needed him more than ever and he wasn't there. Biting his lip, he shook his head lowly "They all leave. They always do..."
Wilson had just arrived out at the door when he heard the M.D mutter that. His heart shattered, this was going to take more than a few well placed jokes. He stumbled in, awkwardly mouthing different words, trying to get a cohesive sentence out. All that he managed was a simple "Not always"
House's lip quivered, he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. He raised his heavy, overworked head and almost childlike "You did." Wilson sat down next to the man. He reached out for his 'friends' hand but he snapped it away. "I'm sorry Jimmy." He stared into the distance.
House had been feeling guilty this whole time all because Wilson hadn't cared. He sobbed quietly before clutching onto Houses sheets. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault House. I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry..."
House looked down at his friend, stroking his hair sadly. He licked his lips and chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows and tilting his head back. "Hey. You should be crying over Amber. Not someone worthless like me."
Wilson laid down on the bed gently, grabbing Houses hand and sobbing into his chest, hugging him tightly.
"Greg, your not worthless, you're my best friend, I'm sorry I haven't been showing you that... I love you so much, I could've lost you and I never even checked in on you... I'm so sorry"
House sighed, tears trickling down his cheeks. "I know. I know"
They had a long way to go, but things would be normal again. They had eachother, and that's all they needed
So? What did we think?
