Camp Sick!Wilson Drabble Challenge Entry
Author: lifes_own_light
Characters: Wilson, mentions of House.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ‘Til all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve said
Spoilers: through Moving On
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Warnings: Dark. Depressing. Content deals with cutting. Could be triggering for some individuals. Unbeta'd. You’ve been warned.
A/N: Summary comes from the lyrics of “Secrets” by OneRepublic which inspired this double drabble. Written for yarroway 's Drabble Challenge: 3) bat, red, echo. Double drabble because I have no discipline and it refused to stick to 100 words.
Truth-letting
Stray thoughts of House are batted away until he’s back home, reaching for the wooden box. This is the only time he tells the truth anymore. The only safe way remaining. At work, it’s the everything’s-fine-smile. Only here is the valve opened. Only here the pressure relieved. A temporary fix for a temporary life. Hinges groan as the lid is pushed open. Twenty years of memories spill out and go echoing around his head. Eyes squeezed shut, tide delayed a little longer. He takes the box into the bathroom. A little calmer now that relief isn’t far away.
The cuff of his left shirt sleeve is opened (the right stays unbuttoned now in deference to the ugly blue cast), but he doesn’t roll it up. Red wicking up through fine white fibers is a beauty he was surprised to find. He never could have guessed the variations in shape and form that occur as the liquid claims material. The Bic is flicked, the flame applied to blade. Only now does he allow well-remembered…well-loved blue eyes to become his focus as he moves the blade over once smooth flesh. Trading pain for pain. Truth for truth. God, he misses his friend.
Characters: Wilson, mentions of House.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: ‘Til all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve said
Spoilers: through Moving On
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Warnings: Dark. Depressing. Content deals with cutting. Could be triggering for some individuals. Unbeta'd. You’ve been warned.
A/N: Summary comes from the lyrics of “Secrets” by OneRepublic which inspired this double drabble. Written for yarroway 's Drabble Challenge: 3) bat, red, echo. Double drabble because I have no discipline and it refused to stick to 100 words.
Truth-letting
Stray thoughts of House are batted away until he’s back home, reaching for the wooden box. This is the only time he tells the truth anymore. The only safe way remaining. At work, it’s the everything’s-fine-smile. Only here is the valve opened. Only here the pressure relieved. A temporary fix for a temporary life. Hinges groan as the lid is pushed open. Twenty years of memories spill out and go echoing around his head. Eyes squeezed shut, tide delayed a little longer. He takes the box into the bathroom. A little calmer now that relief isn’t far away.
The cuff of his left shirt sleeve is opened (the right stays unbuttoned now in deference to the ugly blue cast), but he doesn’t roll it up. Red wicking up through fine white fibers is a beauty he was surprised to find. He never could have guessed the variations in shape and form that occur as the liquid claims material. The Bic is flicked, the flame applied to blade. Only now does he allow well-remembered…well-loved blue eyes to become his focus as he moves the blade over once smooth flesh. Trading pain for pain. Truth for truth. God, he misses his friend.