Fic : Healing
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menolly_auTitle: Healing
Words: 553
Rating : G
Spoilers - Birthmarks, House's Head, Wilson's Heart
Summary - Post Birthmarks fic. Wilson talks to Amber as he hangs up some photos.
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sick_wilson pic prompt challenge #2 (hammer)
Wilson carefully measured the position on the wall. Just the right distance from the other photo frames, nice and square with the wall. Once he was satisfied he made a light pencil mark on the wall and went to pick up the hammer and picture hook.
He positioned the hook and then lightly tapped it in with the hammer, each tap of the hammer sounded hollow in the empty room. Once the hook was in place he went over to pick up the photo frame, handling it carefully. Amber smiled up at him from behind the glass.
He lightly touched the surface of the frame and smiled back at her.
"Hey Amber, I guess you're wondering what's going on." He turned the photo frame over and gently placed it on the waiting hook. Stepping back he surveyed his work and then carefully tilted it until it was level. "Well, I'm back with House," he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. "That makes it sound like we're an old married couple or something. What I mean is, that I'm going back to Princeton-Plainsboro, and taking my old job back. And...well, I want to be friends with House again."
He went over to the waiting photo frames and picked out the next one he wanted to hang, returned to the wall to measure up.
"I feel like I'm betraying you by saying that. After all, if it wasn't for him, you'd still be...but it really isn't his fault, he couldn't have known what would happen. I really don't think it was his fault. He tried so hard to save you Amber, his heart stopped beating, I had to give him CPR."
Wilson steadied himself on the wall, thinking of those frantic moments in the bus, pounding down on his friend's chest, trying to get his heart started again. And then House had said Amber's name and everything had changed.
"He risked his life for you Amber, he sat there and let us drill holes in his head. He was crying, House was crying. He said he was sorry...House never says he's sorry, not for anything."
Wilson wiped away the tears on his face, tears for House, tears for Amber, tears for himself. He looked at the next photo, one of Amber and himself, arms around each other, happy, in love, taken a week before she died.
"I need him in my life Amber, I tried to move on, to go on without him but I can't. He's my friend, he drives me crazy at times, but he's worth it. I've lost you Amber, I can't lose him as well."
He gently put the photo down and picked up the hammer, tapping it lightly against the picture hook. Tears blurred his vision and he missed the hook and hit his thumb. He yelped and dropped the hammer to the ground, grabbing hold of his thumb, sucking it in his mouth, soothing it.
He looked down at his thumbnail, there was a black patch beneath the nail, dried blood trapped there. He'd have that dark spot on his thumbnail until it grew out.
He'd heal, but some things just take time.
Words: 553
Rating : G
Spoilers - Birthmarks, House's Head, Wilson's Heart
Summary - Post Birthmarks fic. Wilson talks to Amber as he hangs up some photos.
Written for the
sick_wilson pic prompt challenge #2 (hammer)Wilson carefully measured the position on the wall. Just the right distance from the other photo frames, nice and square with the wall. Once he was satisfied he made a light pencil mark on the wall and went to pick up the hammer and picture hook.
He positioned the hook and then lightly tapped it in with the hammer, each tap of the hammer sounded hollow in the empty room. Once the hook was in place he went over to pick up the photo frame, handling it carefully. Amber smiled up at him from behind the glass.
He lightly touched the surface of the frame and smiled back at her.
"Hey Amber, I guess you're wondering what's going on." He turned the photo frame over and gently placed it on the waiting hook. Stepping back he surveyed his work and then carefully tilted it until it was level. "Well, I'm back with House," he said, then rubbed the back of his neck. "That makes it sound like we're an old married couple or something. What I mean is, that I'm going back to Princeton-Plainsboro, and taking my old job back. And...well, I want to be friends with House again."
He went over to the waiting photo frames and picked out the next one he wanted to hang, returned to the wall to measure up.
"I feel like I'm betraying you by saying that. After all, if it wasn't for him, you'd still be...but it really isn't his fault, he couldn't have known what would happen. I really don't think it was his fault. He tried so hard to save you Amber, his heart stopped beating, I had to give him CPR."
Wilson steadied himself on the wall, thinking of those frantic moments in the bus, pounding down on his friend's chest, trying to get his heart started again. And then House had said Amber's name and everything had changed.
"He risked his life for you Amber, he sat there and let us drill holes in his head. He was crying, House was crying. He said he was sorry...House never says he's sorry, not for anything."
Wilson wiped away the tears on his face, tears for House, tears for Amber, tears for himself. He looked at the next photo, one of Amber and himself, arms around each other, happy, in love, taken a week before she died.
"I need him in my life Amber, I tried to move on, to go on without him but I can't. He's my friend, he drives me crazy at times, but he's worth it. I've lost you Amber, I can't lose him as well."
He gently put the photo down and picked up the hammer, tapping it lightly against the picture hook. Tears blurred his vision and he missed the hook and hit his thumb. He yelped and dropped the hammer to the ground, grabbing hold of his thumb, sucking it in his mouth, soothing it.
He looked down at his thumbnail, there was a black patch beneath the nail, dried blood trapped there. He'd have that dark spot on his thumbnail until it grew out.
He'd heal, but some things just take time.
