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house_wilson_ghcCategory: House/Wilson angst
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Both Sides Now
Summary: Wilson searches for answers.
“Empty” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
Wilson turned his windshield wipers up a notch as the rain
came down harder. He was just about a block away from House’s
apartment.
It had been almost three weeks since House checked himself into
Mayfield. Wilson had been coming by and checking on his apartment.
He had done the major cleaning a day or so after House checked into
treatment. Now the place looked neat and tidy just waiting for its
renter to return.
Wilson found a place on the street and parallel parked his car.
He got out of the car and walked with purposeful strides up to the
front door. Rummaging in his coat pocket, he found the set of keys
he had to House’s place and unlocked the door.
Nothing had changed in two days. The mail was still piled up on
the couch. Wilson knew there were some bills mixed in with the
junk mail. He thought about opening them, but they weren’t his and
he didn’t want to pay them, but it may come down to that.
He walked over to the answering machine, hoping there were
no new messages on it. The red light on the device blinked, daring
him to press the play button. This had to be House’s mother. If it
was, he’d have to call her back. But how do you tell a mother her
son is in a psychiatric institution?
Wilson pressed play. It was just a prerecorded call about saving
money on credit card bills. He let out a sigh of relief and deleted
the message.
He didn’t want to be here. It reminded him too much of House.
House had refused to see him so far. Wilson had called a couple
times a week, but the answer was always the same. He’d requested
no visitors.
Wilson looked around the apartment. He couldn’t stay here
anymore. It was too hard.
The drive back to his apartment seemed much faster. Maybe
it was leaving all those memories behind in that empty apartment.
He microwaved the last of the stuffed peppers he had made on
Tuesday. Taking his dinner to the table, he booted up his laptop
and resumed his Internet search for what could be causing House’s
hallucinations.
So far, he had made little progress. Wilson had even read through
a couple of pamphlets he had leftover from years ago after Danny
had his breakdown. One was titled “When Someone You Love Has
a Mental Illness”. Simple and to the point. Yet it offered Wilson little
comfort.
This wasn’t his specialty. He was an oncologist. If House had
a tumor, he could cut it out. But he had no tumor and this illness
couldn’t be removed by a scalpel alone.
Maybe next week House would ask to see him. Maybe that would
be the week.
Wilson ate the last forkful of the pepper and turned back to his
computer.
****
END (1/1)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Both Sides Now
Summary: Wilson searches for answers.
“Empty” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
Wilson turned his windshield wipers up a notch as the rain
came down harder. He was just about a block away from House’s
apartment.
It had been almost three weeks since House checked himself into
Mayfield. Wilson had been coming by and checking on his apartment.
He had done the major cleaning a day or so after House checked into
treatment. Now the place looked neat and tidy just waiting for its
renter to return.
Wilson found a place on the street and parallel parked his car.
He got out of the car and walked with purposeful strides up to the
front door. Rummaging in his coat pocket, he found the set of keys
he had to House’s place and unlocked the door.
Nothing had changed in two days. The mail was still piled up on
the couch. Wilson knew there were some bills mixed in with the
junk mail. He thought about opening them, but they weren’t his and
he didn’t want to pay them, but it may come down to that.
He walked over to the answering machine, hoping there were
no new messages on it. The red light on the device blinked, daring
him to press the play button. This had to be House’s mother. If it
was, he’d have to call her back. But how do you tell a mother her
son is in a psychiatric institution?
Wilson pressed play. It was just a prerecorded call about saving
money on credit card bills. He let out a sigh of relief and deleted
the message.
He didn’t want to be here. It reminded him too much of House.
House had refused to see him so far. Wilson had called a couple
times a week, but the answer was always the same. He’d requested
no visitors.
Wilson looked around the apartment. He couldn’t stay here
anymore. It was too hard.
The drive back to his apartment seemed much faster. Maybe
it was leaving all those memories behind in that empty apartment.
He microwaved the last of the stuffed peppers he had made on
Tuesday. Taking his dinner to the table, he booted up his laptop
and resumed his Internet search for what could be causing House’s
hallucinations.
So far, he had made little progress. Wilson had even read through
a couple of pamphlets he had leftover from years ago after Danny
had his breakdown. One was titled “When Someone You Love Has
a Mental Illness”. Simple and to the point. Yet it offered Wilson little
comfort.
This wasn’t his specialty. He was an oncologist. If House had
a tumor, he could cut it out. But he had no tumor and this illness
couldn’t be removed by a scalpel alone.
Maybe next week House would ask to see him. Maybe that would
be the week.
Wilson ate the last forkful of the pepper and turned back to his
computer.
****
END (1/1)
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