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donutsweeper) wrote2009-01-07 08:59 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2009-01-07 08:59 pm
The Changing of Me
Title: The Changing of Me
Pairing/Warning/Rating: House fandom, no spoilers, dark theme warning, rated PG
Word Count:300
Summary: House thought he changed those around him to be more like him, but maybe it was the other way around.
Author's Note: Written for karaokegal's Song Lyric Prompt-a-Day-2008- Day 5
House shifted on the uncomfortable chair. Why the hell was he here?
He was not a friendly person. There had never been any danger of him ever being accused of that. When looking for acerbic wit or the answer to a near-impossible to diagnose ailment, people turned to him. But for offering comfort? Support? Never. That was simply not his thing. He’d always left that to his fellows or to Wilson.
Wilson, after all, was the epitome of the kind and caring doctor. Dear, sweet, Saint James, who had always been a sucker for the bald and decrepit cancer kid. Someone who not only visited all his patients, but spoke at length with their families in an attempt to ease their pain. Wilson was someone who would spend time at the bedside of a dying friend, someone who would hold their hand when the time came.
Dimly, he realized someone was calling to him. “House?” Cuddy, of course. She’d be the one to finally say something, to finally give him the necessary push. She was, after all, the only one other than Wilson who ever really tried to get him to change. “It’s time, House.”
The room was full, House knew that without even having to look around. Besides Cuddy, his fellows, old and new, would be there, various members of the oncology department, plenty of nurses; and not a dry eye in the house. Except his. Wilson might have taught him the need for the goodbye, but there would be no tears at this finale. Not yet anyway.
“Time,” House paused, clearing his throat when the words he needed to say got caught. “Time of death 13:07.” He let Cuddy be the one to turn off the monitors, his gaze not shifting from the hand in his. “Goodbye Wilson.”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: House fandom, no spoilers, dark theme warning, rated PG
Word Count:300
Summary: House thought he changed those around him to be more like him, but maybe it was the other way around.
Author's Note: Written for karaokegal's Song Lyric Prompt-a-Day-2008- Day 5
House shifted on the uncomfortable chair. Why the hell was he here?
He was not a friendly person. There had never been any danger of him ever being accused of that. When looking for acerbic wit or the answer to a near-impossible to diagnose ailment, people turned to him. But for offering comfort? Support? Never. That was simply not his thing. He’d always left that to his fellows or to Wilson.
Wilson, after all, was the epitome of the kind and caring doctor. Dear, sweet, Saint James, who had always been a sucker for the bald and decrepit cancer kid. Someone who not only visited all his patients, but spoke at length with their families in an attempt to ease their pain. Wilson was someone who would spend time at the bedside of a dying friend, someone who would hold their hand when the time came.
Dimly, he realized someone was calling to him. “House?” Cuddy, of course. She’d be the one to finally say something, to finally give him the necessary push. She was, after all, the only one other than Wilson who ever really tried to get him to change. “It’s time, House.”
The room was full, House knew that without even having to look around. Besides Cuddy, his fellows, old and new, would be there, various members of the oncology department, plenty of nurses; and not a dry eye in the house. Except his. Wilson might have taught him the need for the goodbye, but there would be no tears at this finale. Not yet anyway.
“Time,” House paused, clearing his throat when the words he needed to say got caught. “Time of death 13:07.” He let Cuddy be the one to turn off the monitors, his gaze not shifting from the hand in his. “Goodbye Wilson.”