Fic: No Hands
Title: No Hands
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: General
Notes: Spoilers for 7x23 Moving On
Summary: It was on my mind...
The hairbrush turns over in his fingers. Inside, the cracks finally give way.
And then within seconds, minutes (he’s not sure) he’s telling Wilson to get out of the car, speeding up the street and turning round to come back, crashing into the dining room, all noise and destruction. He sees everyone’s shocked faces, including Wilson’s, and he’s satisfied.
Now just walk away.
But where can he escape to?
“House?”
He blinks, shakes the darkness from his mind. Cuddy and her guests are still talking and laughing through the window.
He turns, and next to him is Wilson, whose eyes look passed him to the people inside. House watches him, feeling a continuous tremor throughout his body.
“Are you okay?” Wilson asks him.
He drops the brush, his shaky hand reaching into his pocket. Pills clatter together as he pulls out the near empty bottle. “Take these.” He pushes them onto Wilson, quickly, ridding himself of a temptation that had corrupted him. Without them he was in pain, but with them - if he kept going this way - he would be nothing.
He looks sidelong at Wilson before walking away. “You’re driving.”
He takes the step down toward the road and winces at the strain on his leg.
Wilson moves by him. “Where are we going?”
His hand settles on his leg. “The hospital.”
Characters: House, Wilson
Rating: General
Notes: Spoilers for 7x23 Moving On
Summary: It was on my mind...
The hairbrush turns over in his fingers. Inside, the cracks finally give way.
And then within seconds, minutes (he’s not sure) he’s telling Wilson to get out of the car, speeding up the street and turning round to come back, crashing into the dining room, all noise and destruction. He sees everyone’s shocked faces, including Wilson’s, and he’s satisfied.
Now just walk away.
But where can he escape to?
“House?”
He blinks, shakes the darkness from his mind. Cuddy and her guests are still talking and laughing through the window.
He turns, and next to him is Wilson, whose eyes look passed him to the people inside. House watches him, feeling a continuous tremor throughout his body.
“Are you okay?” Wilson asks him.
He drops the brush, his shaky hand reaching into his pocket. Pills clatter together as he pulls out the near empty bottle. “Take these.” He pushes them onto Wilson, quickly, ridding himself of a temptation that had corrupted him. Without them he was in pain, but with them - if he kept going this way - he would be nothing.
He looks sidelong at Wilson before walking away. “You’re driving.”
He takes the step down toward the road and winces at the strain on his leg.
Wilson moves by him. “Where are we going?”
His hand settles on his leg. “The hospital.”