Post-Trauma 6 of 7 (at least)

Jan 13, 2007 03:56



Back at the cabin, House sits at the table, a glass of water and one of his gabapentin pills in front of him.  Wilson’s moving around, bringing things in from the car and putting the groceries away; House doesn’t pay him much attention.

He rolls the pill between his fingers.  Part of him screams that it’s the enemy.  He ( Read more... )

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roga January 13 2007, 10:59:15 UTC
I have no words left. I don't want this fic to be over, ever.

(Or hey! Finish part 7 and then write a sequel. As you should apparently be doing with all of your fics.)

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alex51324 January 13 2007, 11:04:53 UTC
Yes, it's starting to look like none of my long fics will ever end! I'm not sure if this will finish up in one part or not.

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roga January 13 2007, 11:08:33 UTC
*rubs hands gleefully*

Eeeeexcellent...

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roga January 13 2007, 23:26:06 UTC
Yes, write lots and lots of sequels to everything. I want to read your stuff for a LOOOOOONG time.

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diysheep January 13 2007, 12:39:23 UTC
Oh my gosh.

Do you know what I find the most cutting. The bits where House wants desperately to be normal 'should I have brought work too?', but doesn't know how to fit in properly.

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kestrelct December 19 2010, 04:41:32 UTC
This was the hardest part for me to read. It brought back my time in inpatient therapy vividly (even though obviously most of the details are different). The part about privileges and levels is dead-on. I remember the single time I was made to turn against another patient as gutting. You've done a very good job of capturing the helplessness of these kinds of places.

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