posted by ValkyrieOfDeath
:: 2. chapter of All alone. ::
House went up to his office. He made sure all his tears were wiped off before he walked out the door from the observation gallery. Still, people could see he'd be crying. His eyes were red and sore, but nobody commented it. They left him alone. Everybody knew Wilson just died. He was allowed to cry; even Dr. Sarcastic was allowed to cry when his best friend just died.
He was sitting in his comfortable chair, staring at his desk. His mind was in a whole other place.
House was sitting by his friend Wilson, on his couch. They were watching a bad movie and they were exchanging nasty comments about it. They were laughing and drinking beer. House was more of a bourbon guy but with his friend he always drank beer. This was a standard Friday night. They were talking, nothing important, just chat. Wilson knew House didn't like discussing his personal thoughts, so he would avoid it. And House knew Wilson avoided it because of him, and he appreciated it. It was like an unwritten law: Friday night is House and Wilson night, no personal talk.
But now Wilson was dead. There wouldn't be any more House and Wilson nights with bad movies to mock. No more beer with his best friend. Wilson was gone and House was alone. So now House was sitting alone in his office staring in to nothing, thinking back at days when his best friend still was alive.
The Ducklings were sitting in the other office room. Cameron was crying in Chases comforting arms. Thirteen had a sad look on her face just as Forman and Taub did. Everyone was sad, because Wilson was a nice man and everybody liked him. Now he was dead, dead because one of his kind actions. He died while trying to help another humanbeing and that seemed horribly unfair. Thirteen looked at House. She felt sorry for him, Wilson meant so much to him. Off course he'd never say it out loud, but everybody knew. Wilson was the most important one in Houses life.
The whole hospital was in greave caused by Wilson’s death. Cuddy had made her way back to her office. Tears were forcing their way down her cheek as she sat on her couch in Lucas arms. Cuddy had called him to come and he came to find his girlfriend on the couch hugging a pillow that was wet of tears. She felt safe now in Lucas arms but she was shaking. Wilson was her friend to, he didn't mean so much to her as he meant to House, but she cared a whole lot for him.
She thought about House. How was he going to survive now that Wilson was dead? Wilson was all he'd got. House had deliberately cut her out of his life after she got together with Lucas. House was going to be all alone.
The very same thing had struck Houses mind. He was grabbed by acute anxiety. He had no one. No one to talk to, no friends, nobody he trusted. He was all alone. Houses breath quickened, breathing suddenly was harder than normal. He tried to calm down but it was hard when he was thinking about Wilson’s death.
Wilson had always been there. He was there after Stacy left and he was there when his leg was bad. Wilson helped him get through the pain. Wilson was there when House was hiding from Cuddy and Wilson was there when he wanted to talk about Cuddy. Most importantly; Wilson was there when House needed a friend. Now he was dead. There was no one there to help House through the pain both in his leg and his heart. No one to talk to.
House laid a hand on his chest; trying to calm down his breathing. It didn’t help. His Ducklings acknowledged his trouble with breathing and came running from the other room. “House!! Are you okay?!” thirteen asked while the other Ducklings kneeled down by his side. “He’s having a panic attack!!”
:: there will be more ::