Chain Fic Challenge Contribution
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Cuddy hesitates a moment longer and then pushes him through the door. She wheels his bed up next to Wilson's, as close as she can get with all the equipment that surrounds him. House looks at the broken man in the ICU bed. Wilson is deeply unconscious, which is a blessing considering what he can see of his injuries. His face is almost unrecognisable, the features swollen and bruised. One arm and one leg are in casts, there are bandages covering several wounds and there is along surgical incision covered with gauze on his torso.
Cuddy speaks softly but he doesn't listen, she is updating the injuries his friend has suffered at his hand but he doesn't need a list. The evidence is clear in front of him. He glances at the monitors, Wilson is holding his own for now. He's in an induced coma and will be for another day or two.
House's own head is throbbing, despite the painkillers they have him on but he welcomes the pain, it distracts him from the sight in front of him.
"House, this isn't your fault, you aren't responsible for what you did." Cuddy places a hand on his arm and he shrugs her off. He doesn't want her pity, her false sympathy. He wants to reach a hand out and brush away the blood on Wilson's face but he is too far away, he can't touch him.
"House, he wouldn't want you to..."
What does she know what Wilson wants, when has she ever cared about that? Wilson is still critical, he could die.
He turns his head away from the sight in front of him.
"Only an idiot would jump in front of a moving car. Get me out of here." He orders her. "My head is killing me."
Next entry : Cuddy looks back at him long and hard, anger lighting her silver-blue eyes.
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Cuddy hesitates a moment longer and then pushes him through the door. She wheels his bed up next to Wilson's, as close as she can get with all the equipment that surrounds him. House looks at the broken man in the ICU bed. Wilson is deeply unconscious, which is a blessing considering what he can see of his injuries. His face is almost unrecognisable, the features swollen and bruised. One arm and one leg are in casts, there are bandages covering several wounds and there is along surgical incision covered with gauze on his torso.
Cuddy speaks softly but he doesn't listen, she is updating the injuries his friend has suffered at his hand but he doesn't need a list. The evidence is clear in front of him. He glances at the monitors, Wilson is holding his own for now. He's in an induced coma and will be for another day or two.
House's own head is throbbing, despite the painkillers they have him on but he welcomes the pain, it distracts him from the sight in front of him.
"House, this isn't your fault, you aren't responsible for what you did." Cuddy places a hand on his arm and he shrugs her off. He doesn't want her pity, her false sympathy. He wants to reach a hand out and brush away the blood on Wilson's face but he is too far away, he can't touch him.
"House, he wouldn't want you to..."
What does she know what Wilson wants, when has she ever cared about that? Wilson is still critical, he could die.
He turns his head away from the sight in front of him.
"Only an idiot would jump in front of a moving car. Get me out of here." He orders her. "My head is killing me."
Next entry : Cuddy looks back at him long and hard, anger lighting her silver-blue eyes.
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Date: 2011-05-26 04:54 am (UTC)Here's my response: http://house-wilson.livejournal.com/4485619.html
Suggested sentence: "Cuddy looks back at him long and hard, anger lighting her silver-blue eyes."
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Date: 2011-05-26 05:01 am (UTC)