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The clock was driving him insane. He couldn't quit looking at it.
2:32
2:37
2:40
Trying to keep his eyes to the floor was a task he'd been trying to master for two days now. Cuddy had brought him a cup of something that was supposed to be coffee in its former life, but that had been hours ago. Seven hours and forty-two minutes exactly. She'd made an effort to walk up and down the hall as often as possible if for no other reason than to smile at him sympathetically. He smiled back before glancing at the clock again.
Blythe had visited the day before, but he'd only seen her for a second. She hadn't spotted him at first, folded up in the stiff chair closest to her son's hospital room. It wasn't until she came back out, wiping her nose with a balled up tissue and clutching her purse that she noticed him.
"James?"
He smiled at her too, and they exchanged a few words-carefully avoiding any of the important ones about ketamine or gunshot wounds. She asked him if he'd been in to see House. He nodded. She asked him how long he'd been there. He told her he hadn't been there long. She hugged him tightly before leaving, even pressing a kiss to his cheek, and then walked back down the hall out of sight.
Cameron made her own rounds, usually on the hour. Wilson had been reading a magazine the last time he heard those familiar heels clicking their way toward him. She stared at him curiously and he nodded to her before going back to his article. She stayed in the room for exactly eight minutes.
For the most part though, it was just him. He would sit and he would read. He would shift in the chair and smile at those who passed by. He would get up and go peek through the door's window every now and again. For the majority of those four days, three hours, twelve minutes and too many painstaking seconds...it was just Wilson outside of that hospital room. Just Wilson-and that damn clock.
Prompt: Time
Muse: Dr. James Wilson
Fandom: House, M.D.
Words: 359