writers_muses: Application
44.1.G. "I've lost faith in all of that now."
CANON VERSE : FROM EPISODE 3x03 "INFORMED CONSENT"
The chapel is cold. I never really noticed how cold it was before. Dark, too. I never noticed how dark it was. I don’t even belong here. Why am I here?
Oh yeah, I’m murderer. I took a man’s life and now I’m trying to seek some sort of forgiveness from a god I have never had any faith in.
You’re a hypocrite, Allison.
You spend your life frowning on people with questionable moral values and then you turn around and send your own down the toilet in one moment of weakness. House isn’t always right. He didn’t have to be right with this. A patient shouldn’t have the right to choose whether they live or die. A diagnosis could be wrong. There could be treatment to save them. It’s a doctor’s duty to do everything in their power to save a life, not take it!
But he was in pain. He was going to die anyway. I did the right thing. I had to have done the right thing. Treatment was only going to buy him a sliver more time, and that sliver more time was going to be filled with nothing but agony and false hope. Chase would’ve done it. He made that quite clear. Would he have done it if you hadn’t? He stood by House’s side thinking House was going to give that lethal dosage. It was irrelevant that House had no intention of doing it. Chase thought he did.
Chase believed in euthanasia.
I didn’t.
But Chase didn’t kill him.
I did.
I have no faith. There is no heaven and hell. There is only right and wrong. But what is right and wrong?
What is faith?
CANON VERSE : FROM EPISODE 3x03 "INFORMED CONSENT"
The chapel is cold. I never really noticed how cold it was before. Dark, too. I never noticed how dark it was. I don’t even belong here. Why am I here?
Oh yeah, I’m murderer. I took a man’s life and now I’m trying to seek some sort of forgiveness from a god I have never had any faith in.
You’re a hypocrite, Allison.
You spend your life frowning on people with questionable moral values and then you turn around and send your own down the toilet in one moment of weakness. House isn’t always right. He didn’t have to be right with this. A patient shouldn’t have the right to choose whether they live or die. A diagnosis could be wrong. There could be treatment to save them. It’s a doctor’s duty to do everything in their power to save a life, not take it!
But he was in pain. He was going to die anyway. I did the right thing. I had to have done the right thing. Treatment was only going to buy him a sliver more time, and that sliver more time was going to be filled with nothing but agony and false hope. Chase would’ve done it. He made that quite clear. Would he have done it if you hadn’t? He stood by House’s side thinking House was going to give that lethal dosage. It was irrelevant that House had no intention of doing it. Chase thought he did.
Chase believed in euthanasia.
I didn’t.
But Chase didn’t kill him.
I did.
I have no faith. There is no heaven and hell. There is only right and wrong. But what is right and wrong?
What is faith?