Seeing in Cerulean

by steelneena

Just because it's easier to give up, doesn't mean you should. Take it a little at a time. That's what he should do. Then maybe Amber would stop popping up and telling him to get a move on. Recent events of House put into perspective New Chapter Up

5. Hope An Intermission

Those eyes. Something is wrong. He looks…hurt, confused, something is very wrong.

"But…but, I… you… and…"

"House? House?"

His eyes. Emotion is emanating from them before they suddenly seem to go blank. But they stare, wide, strait ahead, seeing but not seeing. Seeing beyond me, beyond this room. He's stumbling backwards.

"House!"

No response.

"House, are you alright? House, is something wrong? House? House!"

His mouth is agape, just a little. His breathing is light and steady, but unsure.

I touch his face.

"House, are you Okay?"

He blinks, the pain and hurt still visible in his eyes. But the confusion is replaced with…fear. Terror.

The eyes are terrified, the eyes are afraid. House is afraid.

"No," he says to me quietly, voice shaking. "I'm not okay,"

Oddly, I'm relieved. I'm smiling at him, sadly. I touch his face again, stroking it softly.

He's admitted it to me. But that's not what's revolutionary. He's admitted it to himself. And that's what hurts. That's what has made the fear be so plainly seen in his eyes, those eyes. They once seemed soullessly emotional. But the soul is there, as is the deeply felt pain of the realization that he now has.

Despite it all, I know that he'll be okay. I know now more than ever, because now, we'll be able to help him, and he'll let us help him. I care about him. Wilson cares about him. His team cares.

House has scars, scars deeper than even I can imagine that strike at him to the very core, his soul. For a long time, I've wondered how it would end. But it isn't an end.

And I know now, more than ever one more important thing. I love him.

I have hope for him. Hope is a word that is the saving grace for the loved, lovers, the ill and dying, the young and the old. House is going to start fighting now.

And he'll be okay.

House will heal.

I know that now. He'll know, too.

I have hope.

He'll be alright.

Maybe this is a brighter day.

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One word. Hope. No other comment necessary on my part. Two or three more chapters left.