It was all in slow motion. I saw their four faces, and then fell back, falling stories from the ground. I saw all their faces over the ledge as I descended. The air below me waved my arms and legs around as I came plunging--merely 초 before impact, a whisper appeared to echo in my ear....
I 사랑 you, House
Then--
><><><
--Yes...Falling stories from above, I came down for the last few 초 very gracefully. Not onto cement--a bed.
A bed. A bed. I was right.
As long as I stayed there, I slowly began to hear, smell, and feel all my surroundings. I began to feel a pain--I felt like I wast trampled 의해 a bull, 또는 thrown across a lacrosse field.
The fall, strangely enough, had nothing to do with this...Again, I fell
Onto a bed.
Wilson had walked into the ICU to check on House, finding Cuddy already there. She was sitting on a chair asleep, using House's 재킷, 자 켓 as a blanket. He walked over to her, and stroked her head. She woke up right after.
"What, Wilson?" she asked sleepily.
"You've been here since the accident. You've gone 집 at least an 시간 a 일 this entire month." he stated.
"Your point?" she asked, as she pulled his 재킷, 자 켓 over her shoulders.
"He's in a coma. He's been for a month. Waiting for him to wake up--"
"Don't start this again. I admitted him. He's under my care. I should be the one waiting for him to wake up again." Wilson just stood there staring at her. He didn't know what to say at this point.
"If this visit, is medically relevant tell me now. If it isn't, and you're going to convince me to leave, get out." she said.
Suddenly, he turned the other way. He was looking at House, opening his eyes. Slowly, as if just waking up after a long nap, his eyelids opened up. He was facing the ceiling, looking at all white. Mouth slightly hanging he tried to come conscious. Cuddy had sat up in her chair as they both looked at each other, watching him. He turned his head to look at them, both in a shock.
"You idiot." Cuddy said in tears.
"You're back...You're back..?" he said weakly.
"I--never left."
"She's been here since she admitted you." Wilson added.
"Why..."
"Because--you're an idiot, who runs around like a maniac, always doing something stupid."
"Hence...you have to sit at my bedside every day. 당신 got Rachel, don't you..."
"Since when do 당신 care about her?"
"I don't..." he defended slightly.
"She's with my mom."
"Where as you, should be at Mayfield. Instead, 당신 handle the first 월 juvenilely, and decide to escape and get yourself hit 의해 a car." Wilson stated sternly.
"That explains...the three broken ribs...the fractures on my legs...and..the..con..cussion.."
"You feel all that?" he asked him.
"No, I guessed. Actually, I went off the coma..for a few hours and looked..through my file, went right back when 당신 weren't looking." he uttered sarcastically.
"You've been out for a month. You've missed a lot. And after this--you are going back to Mayfield." Cuddy spoke to him slightly controlling through her broken, and shaky voice. He just looked at her, and gave a nod, before resting his head fully back and closed his eyes. Cuddy looked up at Wilson, and he began to urge her out.
"I'll take over from here," he had said at the door. She gave a nod and walked out. Wilson just slowly turned around, shifted his hands into his pockets and looked at him.
"I sent her out--for a reason." Wilson said finally.
"I know." he retorted.
"You ran away. Got yourself hit--and you've been in a coma for about a month. The fact that you've shown no remorse towards this reminds me that you're still House and that I shouldn't be surprised. But sometimes, I hoped if you'd surprise me."
"Don't higher your expectations, you'll just be filled with disappointment," he stated with his eyes still closed.
"You're 연기 like--none of this is your fault."
"It isn't."
"If 당신 hadn't run away--"
"If they hadn't pissed me off, and if that guy was sober he would've noticed me on the road and I wouldn't have gotten hit."
"He was sober. I just don't think he was expecting a cripple to waltz by, j-walking across the main road at four in the morning."
"Just goes to show how alert 당신 should really be while driving, at all times." he said sarcastically.
"He hit 당신 head on, and tossed 당신 up in the air. We were scared, that 당신 wouldn't wake up again. Cuddy was suicidal for two weeks! Cameron was just as worse. Chase--attended to 당신 like a son. The team--haven't taken a case since. And I'm sure 당신 can take a few wild guesses for me." House opened his eyes and looked directly at Wilson.
"You knew I would eventually wake up. Don't tell me that 당신 were all scared to death. If 당신 were worried, that's all your own damn fault."
"We're sorry for caring. I'll make sure to post a memo."
"Oh don't pout. I got hit 의해 a car, banged my head, broke a few bones--"
"You could've died. Died House!"
"Yeah, I could've. But do 당신 know how many other people were dying at the moment when I was in a coma? 당신 all wouldn't know, because 당신 were too busy holding my goddamn hand!"
"Just because 당신 don't give a damn, doesn't mean we don't House! If the human race were incapable of giving a damn, we would all be at each others throats, and we would die out. Giving a damn is humane, it's what we do! Now if 당신 had just stayed there--"
"I'd be better, yeah. Lock up House in the asylum! He's crazy and doesn't know what he's doing, so we're going to help him cope with this 의해 keeping him in solitary confinement!"
"You have deeper problems here, House. Two former colleagues died before you, 당신 we're abused as a child, 당신 had become a cripple despite your own wishes. I'm not surprised that 당신 were hallucinating, because if 당신 weren't, there would be something even worse than this. You've brushed all these things off your shoulders, and now 당신 have to pay for it. It's not the vicodin that's got 당신 in there House. It's the pain. And 당신 have to deal with it." Stifling for a little bit, they stood in silence.
"Talk to Cuddy." Wilson began.
"Give her a dose of your old banter. 당신 owe her that much right now." Wilson turned for the door, and said something quickly before walking all the way out.
"And it wouldn't kill 당신 to show some humility about this, and admit you're still a juvenile delinquent..." he had walked out, and House snickered in his bed, thinking how good it was to be back in reality.
---
Later that night - 8:00 p.m.
Wilson was walking up the stairs to House's apartment. He had requested a few things at his home, so he ventured out to get them. The door, when he had got there, was surprisingly already opened. Being cautious, he carefully walked in. Cuddy was sitting at the piano, holding loose leaf paper in her hand. She was saddened as she read through. Wilson just walked over, casually starting the conversation.
"What's that?"
"Read it." she handed it to him and he read through fairly quickly and looked back down at her.
"Intense."
"When do 당신 think he wrote this?"
"Recently." suddenly he held his tongue. He knew he made a mistake. He gave it back to her and she set it down on the 피아노 once more.
"There's no date, how could 당신 possibly know? Not unless you've examined the text. Nothing in here gives off anything that happened recently."
"Y--you're right. Just--forget it. Besides, what are 당신 doing here?"
"Who do 당신 think has been checking his mail and keeping this place in tact since he had left for Mayfield?"
"Oh. I thought Cameron would've done that."
"She's got a husband to worry about. She's married now."
"And 당신 have a kid to worry about, 의해 yourself."
"Who else is gonna do it."
"Me? You're just adding another load on yourself."
"Might as well."
"Sacrifice. 당신 do that, only when it's necessary. Which, this isn't. You've got no reason being here."
"Being here is what's kept me sane. I don't know anything else that will. I actually feel like that poem is about me." she said getting off the bench. They began to walk towards the door.
"I thought 당신 had to get something for House?" she asked as they opened the door.
"No, I just saw 당신 leaving. Going somewhere else instead of your direction home." and they closed the door, leaving the apartment back to its' silence.
Isolated
in a reality where
happiness is redefined.
There is none.
For anyone.
Misery is essential.
Pain is essential.
Pleasures are deprived.
Joy is irrelevant.
Facts aren't justified.
Truth is cast aside.
Lies are infectious.
Sins are a virtue.
Living a blameless lie
with no intention of confession.
The truth will eventually slip
for benefit of anothers' lip.
She will extrapolate the facts
take what she can
and detain, before confront.
Nothing will she gain
except the truth--she retains.
is there a cure
for a pain like this--
to compensate--
to surrender bliss?
this desire
won't go away.
The desire
for life lived
outside this confinement
this reality, left
Isolated.
I 사랑 you, House
Then--
><><><
--Yes...Falling stories from above, I came down for the last few 초 very gracefully. Not onto cement--a bed.
A bed. A bed. I was right.
As long as I stayed there, I slowly began to hear, smell, and feel all my surroundings. I began to feel a pain--I felt like I wast trampled 의해 a bull, 또는 thrown across a lacrosse field.
The fall, strangely enough, had nothing to do with this...Again, I fell
Onto a bed.
Wilson had walked into the ICU to check on House, finding Cuddy already there. She was sitting on a chair asleep, using House's 재킷, 자 켓 as a blanket. He walked over to her, and stroked her head. She woke up right after.
"What, Wilson?" she asked sleepily.
"You've been here since the accident. You've gone 집 at least an 시간 a 일 this entire month." he stated.
"Your point?" she asked, as she pulled his 재킷, 자 켓 over her shoulders.
"He's in a coma. He's been for a month. Waiting for him to wake up--"
"Don't start this again. I admitted him. He's under my care. I should be the one waiting for him to wake up again." Wilson just stood there staring at her. He didn't know what to say at this point.
"If this visit, is medically relevant tell me now. If it isn't, and you're going to convince me to leave, get out." she said.
Suddenly, he turned the other way. He was looking at House, opening his eyes. Slowly, as if just waking up after a long nap, his eyelids opened up. He was facing the ceiling, looking at all white. Mouth slightly hanging he tried to come conscious. Cuddy had sat up in her chair as they both looked at each other, watching him. He turned his head to look at them, both in a shock.
"You idiot." Cuddy said in tears.
"You're back...You're back..?" he said weakly.
"I--never left."
"She's been here since she admitted you." Wilson added.
"Why..."
"Because--you're an idiot, who runs around like a maniac, always doing something stupid."
"Hence...you have to sit at my bedside every day. 당신 got Rachel, don't you..."
"Since when do 당신 care about her?"
"I don't..." he defended slightly.
"She's with my mom."
"Where as you, should be at Mayfield. Instead, 당신 handle the first 월 juvenilely, and decide to escape and get yourself hit 의해 a car." Wilson stated sternly.
"That explains...the three broken ribs...the fractures on my legs...and..the..con..cussion.."
"You feel all that?" he asked him.
"No, I guessed. Actually, I went off the coma..for a few hours and looked..through my file, went right back when 당신 weren't looking." he uttered sarcastically.
"You've been out for a month. You've missed a lot. And after this--you are going back to Mayfield." Cuddy spoke to him slightly controlling through her broken, and shaky voice. He just looked at her, and gave a nod, before resting his head fully back and closed his eyes. Cuddy looked up at Wilson, and he began to urge her out.
"I'll take over from here," he had said at the door. She gave a nod and walked out. Wilson just slowly turned around, shifted his hands into his pockets and looked at him.
"I sent her out--for a reason." Wilson said finally.
"I know." he retorted.
"You ran away. Got yourself hit--and you've been in a coma for about a month. The fact that you've shown no remorse towards this reminds me that you're still House and that I shouldn't be surprised. But sometimes, I hoped if you'd surprise me."
"Don't higher your expectations, you'll just be filled with disappointment," he stated with his eyes still closed.
"You're 연기 like--none of this is your fault."
"It isn't."
"If 당신 hadn't run away--"
"If they hadn't pissed me off, and if that guy was sober he would've noticed me on the road and I wouldn't have gotten hit."
"He was sober. I just don't think he was expecting a cripple to waltz by, j-walking across the main road at four in the morning."
"Just goes to show how alert 당신 should really be while driving, at all times." he said sarcastically.
"He hit 당신 head on, and tossed 당신 up in the air. We were scared, that 당신 wouldn't wake up again. Cuddy was suicidal for two weeks! Cameron was just as worse. Chase--attended to 당신 like a son. The team--haven't taken a case since. And I'm sure 당신 can take a few wild guesses for me." House opened his eyes and looked directly at Wilson.
"You knew I would eventually wake up. Don't tell me that 당신 were all scared to death. If 당신 were worried, that's all your own damn fault."
"We're sorry for caring. I'll make sure to post a memo."
"Oh don't pout. I got hit 의해 a car, banged my head, broke a few bones--"
"You could've died. Died House!"
"Yeah, I could've. But do 당신 know how many other people were dying at the moment when I was in a coma? 당신 all wouldn't know, because 당신 were too busy holding my goddamn hand!"
"Just because 당신 don't give a damn, doesn't mean we don't House! If the human race were incapable of giving a damn, we would all be at each others throats, and we would die out. Giving a damn is humane, it's what we do! Now if 당신 had just stayed there--"
"I'd be better, yeah. Lock up House in the asylum! He's crazy and doesn't know what he's doing, so we're going to help him cope with this 의해 keeping him in solitary confinement!"
"You have deeper problems here, House. Two former colleagues died before you, 당신 we're abused as a child, 당신 had become a cripple despite your own wishes. I'm not surprised that 당신 were hallucinating, because if 당신 weren't, there would be something even worse than this. You've brushed all these things off your shoulders, and now 당신 have to pay for it. It's not the vicodin that's got 당신 in there House. It's the pain. And 당신 have to deal with it." Stifling for a little bit, they stood in silence.
"Talk to Cuddy." Wilson began.
"Give her a dose of your old banter. 당신 owe her that much right now." Wilson turned for the door, and said something quickly before walking all the way out.
"And it wouldn't kill 당신 to show some humility about this, and admit you're still a juvenile delinquent..." he had walked out, and House snickered in his bed, thinking how good it was to be back in reality.
---
Later that night - 8:00 p.m.
Wilson was walking up the stairs to House's apartment. He had requested a few things at his home, so he ventured out to get them. The door, when he had got there, was surprisingly already opened. Being cautious, he carefully walked in. Cuddy was sitting at the piano, holding loose leaf paper in her hand. She was saddened as she read through. Wilson just walked over, casually starting the conversation.
"What's that?"
"Read it." she handed it to him and he read through fairly quickly and looked back down at her.
"Intense."
"When do 당신 think he wrote this?"
"Recently." suddenly he held his tongue. He knew he made a mistake. He gave it back to her and she set it down on the 피아노 once more.
"There's no date, how could 당신 possibly know? Not unless you've examined the text. Nothing in here gives off anything that happened recently."
"Y--you're right. Just--forget it. Besides, what are 당신 doing here?"
"Who do 당신 think has been checking his mail and keeping this place in tact since he had left for Mayfield?"
"Oh. I thought Cameron would've done that."
"She's got a husband to worry about. She's married now."
"And 당신 have a kid to worry about, 의해 yourself."
"Who else is gonna do it."
"Me? You're just adding another load on yourself."
"Might as well."
"Sacrifice. 당신 do that, only when it's necessary. Which, this isn't. You've got no reason being here."
"Being here is what's kept me sane. I don't know anything else that will. I actually feel like that poem is about me." she said getting off the bench. They began to walk towards the door.
"I thought 당신 had to get something for House?" she asked as they opened the door.
"No, I just saw 당신 leaving. Going somewhere else instead of your direction home." and they closed the door, leaving the apartment back to its' silence.
Isolated
in a reality where
happiness is redefined.
There is none.
For anyone.
Misery is essential.
Pain is essential.
Pleasures are deprived.
Joy is irrelevant.
Facts aren't justified.
Truth is cast aside.
Lies are infectious.
Sins are a virtue.
Living a blameless lie
with no intention of confession.
The truth will eventually slip
for benefit of anothers' lip.
She will extrapolate the facts
take what she can
and detain, before confront.
Nothing will she gain
except the truth--she retains.
is there a cure
for a pain like this--
to compensate--
to surrender bliss?
this desire
won't go away.
The desire
for life lived
outside this confinement
this reality, left
Isolated.