Es ist nie Lupus

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House’s Head and Wilson’s Heart.

For as long as the road didn’t change, House didn’t care… around him, 일 and night could’ve changed a thousand times, but he only cared about the white stripes on the pavement:

Followed them where they bent and silently obeyed where the markings changed: he was blind to the world around him… the only thing he saw were those stripes:

He went left where they went left and right where they did, too… he had no sense of direction, no obvious destination either.

Changing winds, storms and even blizzards could’ve passed like...