Written for Drabble Challenge #3: The Men of "House"
Title: Everyone's Stress Ball
POV: Wilson
Rating: G
Author's Note: First drabble. Perhaps a Chase later.
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There’s nothing left, he notes. Never anything left when they die. White bed and clean sheets-prepare for the next victim! He runs his hand over the sterile sheets and walks out. He couldn’t save this patient. Oncology’s a terrible department.
And he feels numb listening to stories about hurricanes, terrorists, and G8 summits. He works in oncology-people die daily and somehow it’s hard to care about death in other places-in places that don’t affect him.
He absorbs House’s sarcasm and Cuddy’s anger with equal weariness because he’s everyone’s stress ball.
“Dr. Wilson? Patient in Room 137.”
So he goes.
POV: Wilson
Rating: G
Author's Note: First drabble. Perhaps a Chase later.
;';
There’s nothing left, he notes. Never anything left when they die. White bed and clean sheets-prepare for the next victim! He runs his hand over the sterile sheets and walks out. He couldn’t save this patient. Oncology’s a terrible department.
And he feels numb listening to stories about hurricanes, terrorists, and G8 summits. He works in oncology-people die daily and somehow it’s hard to care about death in other places-in places that don’t affect him.
He absorbs House’s sarcasm and Cuddy’s anger with equal weariness because he’s everyone’s stress ball.
“Dr. Wilson? Patient in Room 137.”
So he goes.