Another double drabble, 200 word
House (Cuddy, Wilson)
No spoilers.
Penitence
He had paid back Cuddy all of her clinic hours, given the best years of his life to a place he had more often than not made his home. He had worn out his welcome, worn out his luck.
Cuddy had asked him if he wanted a send-off party, Wilson had offered to make a toast. But it was an offer they had both known he would reject. Instead, he mentioned a night of beer and horror flicks, and they had obliged.
He wonders what it would be like to hear their voices now, realizes how simple it would be to pick up a phone and dial.
If he called, how would they sound? What would he hear in their voices? Surprise? Elation? Forgiveness? Or were they content now that the blight upon their lives had been removed?
But there are no calls, and he is left to wonder if he is all but forgotten.
He had always prided himself on his loneliness. But he realizes now, as he lies on his couch staring at the ceiling and secretly hoping for the sound of a knock at his door, that he had never truly known what the word had meant.