Fic : His Choice
Jul. 6th, 2012 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
menolly_auTitle: His Choice
Characters: Wilson, mentions of Wilson/Amber
Rating: PG
Words: approx 300
Spoilers: Up to Holding On
Summary: Wilson visits Amber and tells her his choice.
Written for the camp Sick!Wilson Transformation challenge. I've taken a lovely icon done by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jahmat and turned it into a ficlet. I've also done a macro from their icon which is included at the end.
"I have cancer, Amber."
The more times he says it, the more real it seems to him. Just a few weeks ago he was an oncologist, he treated people with cancer. Now, he's nothing more than another victim. A few weeks ago he had a future, now he has this.
"I've decided... I'm not doing any more chemo. I'm terminal, the treatment would just prolong things, I'd be in pain and sick. This way I'll have five months, that's reasonable," his voice cracks on the word, it's not reasonable, it's not reasonable at all, he should have years. Amber should have had years.
He looks at the single rose he brought with him. At first he had come every week, then every month, then just on the anniversary of her death, but he's never forgotten, and he's never stopped loving her.
He kneels down and places the rose beneath her headstone.
"House is not going to like it. He'll want me to live, for him, so I don't leave him alone. He's scared, Amber, he's so scared. And I'm scared for him, because I don't know... I don't know what he's going to do without me."
The cemetery is quiet, lonely, the graves silent reminders of the people who once lived, and no longer did. People who'd thought that the world couldn't continue on without them. People long since gone.
He gets back to his feet, leaving the rose behind. His suit pants have slight stains on the knees but he doesn't care.
"You said that I have to take care of me, that I have to do what I want to do. That's what I'm doing; I'm choosing this - for me."
He brushes a hand lightly along the headstone
"I love you, Amber." His fingers linger on her name, etched into the cool stone. "See you soon."
End
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Characters: Wilson, mentions of Wilson/Amber
Rating: PG
Words: approx 300
Spoilers: Up to Holding On
Summary: Wilson visits Amber and tells her his choice.
Written for the camp Sick!Wilson Transformation challenge. I've taken a lovely icon done by
jahmat and turned it into a ficlet. I've also done a macro from their icon which is included at the end. "I have cancer, Amber."
The more times he says it, the more real it seems to him. Just a few weeks ago he was an oncologist, he treated people with cancer. Now, he's nothing more than another victim. A few weeks ago he had a future, now he has this.
"I've decided... I'm not doing any more chemo. I'm terminal, the treatment would just prolong things, I'd be in pain and sick. This way I'll have five months, that's reasonable," his voice cracks on the word, it's not reasonable, it's not reasonable at all, he should have years. Amber should have had years.
He looks at the single rose he brought with him. At first he had come every week, then every month, then just on the anniversary of her death, but he's never forgotten, and he's never stopped loving her.
He kneels down and places the rose beneath her headstone.
"House is not going to like it. He'll want me to live, for him, so I don't leave him alone. He's scared, Amber, he's so scared. And I'm scared for him, because I don't know... I don't know what he's going to do without me."
The cemetery is quiet, lonely, the graves silent reminders of the people who once lived, and no longer did. People who'd thought that the world couldn't continue on without them. People long since gone.
He gets back to his feet, leaving the rose behind. His suit pants have slight stains on the knees but he doesn't care.
"You said that I have to take care of me, that I have to do what I want to do. That's what I'm doing; I'm choosing this - for me."
He brushes a hand lightly along the headstone
"I love you, Amber." His fingers linger on her name, etched into the cool stone. "See you soon."
End
