Fic: I Will Buy You A New Life: Chapter Eighteen
Title: I Will Buy You A New Life.
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: I'm pretty sure PG-13 will work.
Chapter: Eighteen of Twenty
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters. I don't make any money from this.
Summary: After House and Cuddy decided to give their relationship a try and raise their daughter, Sarah, together, we catch up with them seven years later. Sarah is a teenager, House has an emerging medical problem, and Cuddy's trying to keep her eye on both of them.
(Start from the beginning.)
“Hey,” Wilson greeted as he entered Cuddy’s office. “I wanted to stop in and see you before I went home.”
Cuddy gave him a weak smile from where she stood behind her desk. A look of concern crossed over Wilson’s face. He closed the door to the office behind him and stepped further into the room.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Cuddy shook her head and diverted her eyes. “No.”
Wilson’s eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong?”
“What isn’t?” Cuddy replied, making eye contact, but then looking away again. She moved around the desk and toward her bookcase. She stopped at it and kept her back to Wilson. “I can’t do this, James.” She shook her head. “I... I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the one to make all these kinds of decisions.” She felt tears come to her eyes. “I’m not strong enough.”
“You are strong enough.” Wilson made his way toward her. “You can handle this, Lisa. And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, to help you.”
“I just keep thinking about what it would be like to lose him.” Cuddy blinked away her tears and faced Wilson. “There had been so many times when he almost-” She cut herself off. “This is what’s going to do it. This is what will kill him.”
“Maybe not,” Wilson said. “He may get a liver. We don’t know what’s going to happen. You can’t let yourself lose hope.”
“I know... you’re right,” Cuddy agreed. “It’s just... he’s becoming weaker, sicker. I’m surprised he even made it through coming into work to talk to you last week. I’m starting to think there isn’t much time left.”
“But, you can’t think like that, Lisa,” Wilson told her. “It’s not good for you, him, or Sarah.”
“I’m thinking realistically, James.” Cuddy’s tone hardened.
“He has a chance.” Wilson placed his hand on Cuddy’s shoulder. “It’s not completely hopeless. I know the pressure’s on with Sarah asking to be a donor, but you can’t lose hope yet. He’s made it this far, he can make it further.”
Cuddy’s eyes began to fill with tears again. “It’s just so hard sometimes to see him that sick...”
“I know.”
Wilson pulled Cuddy into hug, which she readily accepted and returned. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“I’m home!” Sarah announced and closed the front door behind herself. When she didn’t hear her father call back to her, she immediately felt her heart rate pick up. “Dad?”
Sarah made her way to the living room and peeked in, but it was empty. She turned and went into the dining room, but it was empty, as well as the kitchen. Frowning, Sarah went to her parents’ bedroom.
The blinds were pulled down, casting the room into semi darkness. House was on his side of the bed, his eyes closed. Sarah stared at him until he opened his eyes and looked over at her.
“Hey,” House said to her.
“Hi.” Sarah lingered by the doorway. “You feeling okay?”
“I’m just tired,” House answered. “How was school?”
“Okay.” Sarah shrugged.
“You made peace with your mom?” House asked.
“Yeah,” Sarah nodded, “last night, I did.”
“Good,” House replied. “What are you doing tonight?”
Sarah shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe going to the movies. Or sleeping over Kelly’s house.”
“If you leave soon, leave a note for your mom,” House told her.
“I will.” Sarah paused. “Will you be okay if I leave before Mom gets home?”
“I was fine all day by myself.”
“Right.” Sarah took a step back. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Okay,” House said.
Sarah hesitated a moment. “Love you, Dad.”
House forced a smile to his face. “Love you, too, Mick.”
Kelly flopped down on her bed, her eyes on Sarah. She tucked some blonde hair behind her ear.
“So, then I talked to Tad and he said that he didn’t have anything to do with it,” Kelly continued her story. “Which meant he did, of course.”
“Uh-huh,” Sarah agreed absentmindedly.
“I told him that those kind of pranks just aren’t funny even if the guys are all doing it,” Kelly finished.
“Right.” Sarah gave a short nod.
Kelly frowned at her friend. “Hey, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” Sarah brought her eyes to Kelly. “I just... I’m just worried about my dad.”
“Yeah, how is he doing?” Kelly asked.
Sarah shrugged. “He’s getting worse. He’s tired all the time, sometimes he’s just so weak that he can’t even get out of bed. I’m really scared he’s going to die.”
“God, I’m sorry, Sarah,” Kelly replied. “I know it’s not the same, but when my parents divorced, I stopped seeing my dad. It was like he died. I got card on my birthday and that was it.”
“But, he’s still alive,” Sarah said. “He can still do things with you. He can walk you down the aisle when you get married.”
Kelly shook her head. “I don’t want him to.” She paused, frowning again. “I guess it’s pretty different from your situation. You actually like your dad.”
“Yeah.” Sarah looked away. “I do.”
“Hey.” Cuddy lingered in the doorway to the bedroom. “You getting up?”
House turned slightly from his spot in bed. “No.”
“What’s wrong?” Cuddy made her way over to the bed.
“Headache, sore thigh, nausea, generally feeling like shit,” House rattled off his feelings and held back a groan.
Cuddy walked around to the other side of the bed and gave him a small nudge. “Move over some.”
House looked to Cuddy and scooted over. He turned onto his side, away from her. Cuddy climbed in next to him and began to rub his back.
“How does that feel?” Cuddy asked.
“Like I’m going to throw up,” House answered.
Cuddy stopped rubbing his back and leaned toward him. “Want me to help you to the bathroom?”
“No.”
House threw off his covers and Cuddy watched him as he forced himself to sit up. He slid toward the edge of the bed and forced himself to his feet. He placed his palms on the night table, hunched over. Cuddy climbed from the bed and hurried around it, bringing his cane with her.
“I’m okay,” House told her, trying to assure her as well as himself.
House took the cane from Cuddy and began to head for the bathroom, practically dragging his right leg with him.
“Greg...” Cuddy took a step closer to him.
House waved her off. “I can do it myself.”
He managed to make it painfully to the bathroom, Cuddy’s eyes on him the whole time. House didn’t bother to shut the door and he didn’t turn on the light either. He limped to the toilet and set his cane on the back of it. He placed a hand on the wall in front of him to hold himself up.
Cuddy diverted her eyes to the floor when she heard him start to dry heave. She bit her bottom lip, wishing she could instantly take away his pain. She slowly made her way over to the bathroom doorway. House was standing over the toilet, breathing heavily.
“I want to die,” he said, keeping his gaze on the toilet bowl.
“Greg,” Cuddy spoke softly with a shake of her head.
“I don’t want to live like this.” House began to dry heave again.
Cuddy went to him and put a gentle hand on his back. After a few moments of taking in deep breaths, House straightened slightly and reached out for her with his free hand. She took his hand within hers.
House removed his other hand from the wall and turned toward her. He pulled his hand out of hers and stepped closer to her. Cuddy wrapped her hands around his waist as his hands went to her back. He rested his chin on her shoulder.
“It’s going to be all right,” she told him. “We’ll get through it.”
House lifted his chin slightly. “I know you’ll get through it. It’s her I worry about.”
“I know.” Cuddy nodded. “But, you won’t die. You can’t. You had all those times when you almost died, but you didn’t. You can’t leave now. I know it’s selfish to say that when you’re in this much pain, but you can’t leave.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.” House pulled back and locked eyes with her. “You will be okay. Okay?”
Cuddy nodded as she felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. House softened.
“Don’t cry.” He drew her back into a hug and placed his hand over her hair. “Don’t...”
Cuddy nodded again and drew back. She gave him a tight smile and made her way out of the bathroom because she was afraid if she stayed in there any longer with him, she would completely break down.
“I’m home!” Sarah announced and shut the front door behind herself.
“In the living room,” Cuddy replied and turned the volume on the television down.
“Hey,” Sarah greeted as she stepped into the living room.
“How was Kelly’s?” Cuddy asked her.
“Good,” Sarah answered. “Where’s Dad?”
“Resting in bed,” Cuddy replied and held back a tired sigh.
“Mom.” Sarah pressed her lips together. “How bad is he?”
“He’s-” Cuddy tried to phrase her words correctly. “He’s not doing as well as before, but we still have to be hopeful, right?”
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, but her voice hinted she felt otherwise.
Cuddy brightened her tone. “Want to watch a movie?”
Sarah shook her head. “No, I’ve got a lot of homework I still have to do. And my project’s due Monday.”
“All right,” Cuddy said. “I’ll be making dinner in a little while.”
Sarah pressed her lips together and nodded in response before heading for her bedroom.
Sarah slipped into the seat next to her mother at the dining room table. She picked up the fork resting next to the plate of food on the table in front of her.
“Dad eating?” Sarah directed the question to her mother as she noticed there wasn’t a plate set up for him.
Cuddy set down her glass of water. “No.”
Sarah raised her eyebrows. “Is he going to die soon?”
“No,” Cuddy answered, a frown forming.
“Are you sure?” Sarah stared at her mother. “Because he’s stopped eating. He hasn’t been out of bed for days.”
“I know.” Cuddy tried to keep the harshness out of her tone.
“Is he going to have to go to the hospital?” Sarah took a sip from her glass of water.
Cuddy gave a slight nod. “Maybe.”
Sarah returned her glass to the table. “Can I stay there with him if he’s at the hospital?”
“No,” Cuddy replied. “If he goes to the hospital, he could be there for weeks. That’s not a place for you to stay.”
“I could sit with Dad and do my homework there, and then sleep in your office,” Sarah said. “We can live at the hospital.”
“Out of my office?” Cuddy asked her.
“Yeah,” Sarah replied.
“Let’s take things one step at a time, honey,” Cuddy told her. “Your father’s not even in the hospital yet.”
“Yet,” Sarah grumbled and poked at her mashed potatoes.
Sarah headed for the front door as she heard a knock for the second time. She pulled open the door and squinted against the afternoon sun. She smiled as her eyes set themselves on Wilson.
“Hi, Uncle James,” Sarah greeted him.
“Hi, Sarah,” Wilson returned. “I came to see your dad.”
“He’s in his bedroom.” Sarah began to lead Wilson down the hallway.
“Where’s your mom?” Wilson asked her.
“Um...” Sarah frowned. “She’s around here somewhere. I’m not sure. I was in my room for the last few hours.”
Sarah stopped at the slightly open door and knocked. She pushed open the door to her parents’ bedroom and peeked her head inside.
“Dad?” Sarah looked to the bed. “Uncle James is here to see you.” Sarah took a step back into the hall and smiled again at Wilson. “I’ll go find Mom.”
Wilson entered into the bedroom as Sarah went to find Cuddy. He stood near the doorway, his eyes on the bed. House was on his usual side, the covers pulled over him. His eyes were on Wilson.
“Hey,” Wilson said. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” House replied.
Wilson took a few slow steps toward the bed. “I wish I could help you, but... there’s nothing that I can really do.” He stopped and planted his hands on his hips. “Would you mind if I sit for awhile?”
“I’m not on my deathbed,” House retorted.
“I know that.”
Wilson walked over to the chair near the corner of the room and brought it to House’s side of the bed. He seated himself down and looked to his friend. The door to the bedroom opened further and Cuddy stepped into the room.
“James.” She brought her eyes to Wilson. “Hi. Sarah said you were here.”
“I just stopped by to say hello to House,” Wilson told her.
“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” Cuddy offered.
Wilson shook his head. “No, I’m good. Thanks, Lisa.”
She smiled at him. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”
Cuddy looked to House quick before she headed out. Once she was gone, Wilson leaned back in the chair and directed his attention back on House. House glared at him.
“You don’t have to be here,” he said.
“I wanted to see you,” Wilson replied.
“Because I’m going to die soon.” House gave a slight nod. “Lisa told you.”
“She didn’t,” Wilson insisted. “I’ve called your cell, but you haven’t been answering. I missed talking to you.”
“Yeah, right.” House rolled his eyes before he shut them. “Listen, I don’t need you here. I don’t want to talk about pointless shit that doesn’t actually matter. It’s a waste of time.”
“Okay.”
Wilson grew quiet and let his eyes scan the room, examining the dresser with pictures of Sarah on it and the stack of medical books sitting beneath the windowsill. After several minutes had passed, House opened his eyes and directed them to Wilson.
“You just gonna sit there?” House asked, a look of disgust on his face.
“Yes,” Wilson answered and gave a short nod.
House let out an exaggerated sigh and shut his eyes again. Wilson felt a smile creep over his lips, knowing that House really did appreciate him stopping by to visit.
Chapter Nineteen.
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Rating: I'm pretty sure PG-13 will work.
Chapter: Eighteen of Twenty
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. nor the characters. I don't make any money from this.
Summary: After House and Cuddy decided to give their relationship a try and raise their daughter, Sarah, together, we catch up with them seven years later. Sarah is a teenager, House has an emerging medical problem, and Cuddy's trying to keep her eye on both of them.
(Start from the beginning.)
“Hey,” Wilson greeted as he entered Cuddy’s office. “I wanted to stop in and see you before I went home.”
Cuddy gave him a weak smile from where she stood behind her desk. A look of concern crossed over Wilson’s face. He closed the door to the office behind him and stepped further into the room.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Cuddy shook her head and diverted her eyes. “No.”
Wilson’s eyebrows drew together. “What’s wrong?”
“What isn’t?” Cuddy replied, making eye contact, but then looking away again. She moved around the desk and toward her bookcase. She stopped at it and kept her back to Wilson. “I can’t do this, James.” She shook her head. “I... I don’t want to. I don’t want to be the one to make all these kinds of decisions.” She felt tears come to her eyes. “I’m not strong enough.”
“You are strong enough.” Wilson made his way toward her. “You can handle this, Lisa. And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, to help you.”
“I just keep thinking about what it would be like to lose him.” Cuddy blinked away her tears and faced Wilson. “There had been so many times when he almost-” She cut herself off. “This is what’s going to do it. This is what will kill him.”
“Maybe not,” Wilson said. “He may get a liver. We don’t know what’s going to happen. You can’t let yourself lose hope.”
“I know... you’re right,” Cuddy agreed. “It’s just... he’s becoming weaker, sicker. I’m surprised he even made it through coming into work to talk to you last week. I’m starting to think there isn’t much time left.”
“But, you can’t think like that, Lisa,” Wilson told her. “It’s not good for you, him, or Sarah.”
“I’m thinking realistically, James.” Cuddy’s tone hardened.
“He has a chance.” Wilson placed his hand on Cuddy’s shoulder. “It’s not completely hopeless. I know the pressure’s on with Sarah asking to be a donor, but you can’t lose hope yet. He’s made it this far, he can make it further.”
Cuddy’s eyes began to fill with tears again. “It’s just so hard sometimes to see him that sick...”
“I know.”
Wilson pulled Cuddy into hug, which she readily accepted and returned. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“I’m home!” Sarah announced and closed the front door behind herself. When she didn’t hear her father call back to her, she immediately felt her heart rate pick up. “Dad?”
Sarah made her way to the living room and peeked in, but it was empty. She turned and went into the dining room, but it was empty, as well as the kitchen. Frowning, Sarah went to her parents’ bedroom.
The blinds were pulled down, casting the room into semi darkness. House was on his side of the bed, his eyes closed. Sarah stared at him until he opened his eyes and looked over at her.
“Hey,” House said to her.
“Hi.” Sarah lingered by the doorway. “You feeling okay?”
“I’m just tired,” House answered. “How was school?”
“Okay.” Sarah shrugged.
“You made peace with your mom?” House asked.
“Yeah,” Sarah nodded, “last night, I did.”
“Good,” House replied. “What are you doing tonight?”
Sarah shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe going to the movies. Or sleeping over Kelly’s house.”
“If you leave soon, leave a note for your mom,” House told her.
“I will.” Sarah paused. “Will you be okay if I leave before Mom gets home?”
“I was fine all day by myself.”
“Right.” Sarah took a step back. “I’ll see you later, then.”
“Okay,” House said.
Sarah hesitated a moment. “Love you, Dad.”
House forced a smile to his face. “Love you, too, Mick.”
Kelly flopped down on her bed, her eyes on Sarah. She tucked some blonde hair behind her ear.
“So, then I talked to Tad and he said that he didn’t have anything to do with it,” Kelly continued her story. “Which meant he did, of course.”
“Uh-huh,” Sarah agreed absentmindedly.
“I told him that those kind of pranks just aren’t funny even if the guys are all doing it,” Kelly finished.
“Right.” Sarah gave a short nod.
Kelly frowned at her friend. “Hey, what’s up with you?”
“Nothing.” Sarah brought her eyes to Kelly. “I just... I’m just worried about my dad.”
“Yeah, how is he doing?” Kelly asked.
Sarah shrugged. “He’s getting worse. He’s tired all the time, sometimes he’s just so weak that he can’t even get out of bed. I’m really scared he’s going to die.”
“God, I’m sorry, Sarah,” Kelly replied. “I know it’s not the same, but when my parents divorced, I stopped seeing my dad. It was like he died. I got card on my birthday and that was it.”
“But, he’s still alive,” Sarah said. “He can still do things with you. He can walk you down the aisle when you get married.”
Kelly shook her head. “I don’t want him to.” She paused, frowning again. “I guess it’s pretty different from your situation. You actually like your dad.”
“Yeah.” Sarah looked away. “I do.”
“Hey.” Cuddy lingered in the doorway to the bedroom. “You getting up?”
House turned slightly from his spot in bed. “No.”
“What’s wrong?” Cuddy made her way over to the bed.
“Headache, sore thigh, nausea, generally feeling like shit,” House rattled off his feelings and held back a groan.
Cuddy walked around to the other side of the bed and gave him a small nudge. “Move over some.”
House looked to Cuddy and scooted over. He turned onto his side, away from her. Cuddy climbed in next to him and began to rub his back.
“How does that feel?” Cuddy asked.
“Like I’m going to throw up,” House answered.
Cuddy stopped rubbing his back and leaned toward him. “Want me to help you to the bathroom?”
“No.”
House threw off his covers and Cuddy watched him as he forced himself to sit up. He slid toward the edge of the bed and forced himself to his feet. He placed his palms on the night table, hunched over. Cuddy climbed from the bed and hurried around it, bringing his cane with her.
“I’m okay,” House told her, trying to assure her as well as himself.
House took the cane from Cuddy and began to head for the bathroom, practically dragging his right leg with him.
“Greg...” Cuddy took a step closer to him.
House waved her off. “I can do it myself.”
He managed to make it painfully to the bathroom, Cuddy’s eyes on him the whole time. House didn’t bother to shut the door and he didn’t turn on the light either. He limped to the toilet and set his cane on the back of it. He placed a hand on the wall in front of him to hold himself up.
Cuddy diverted her eyes to the floor when she heard him start to dry heave. She bit her bottom lip, wishing she could instantly take away his pain. She slowly made her way over to the bathroom doorway. House was standing over the toilet, breathing heavily.
“I want to die,” he said, keeping his gaze on the toilet bowl.
“Greg,” Cuddy spoke softly with a shake of her head.
“I don’t want to live like this.” House began to dry heave again.
Cuddy went to him and put a gentle hand on his back. After a few moments of taking in deep breaths, House straightened slightly and reached out for her with his free hand. She took his hand within hers.
House removed his other hand from the wall and turned toward her. He pulled his hand out of hers and stepped closer to her. Cuddy wrapped her hands around his waist as his hands went to her back. He rested his chin on her shoulder.
“It’s going to be all right,” she told him. “We’ll get through it.”
House lifted his chin slightly. “I know you’ll get through it. It’s her I worry about.”
“I know.” Cuddy nodded. “But, you won’t die. You can’t. You had all those times when you almost died, but you didn’t. You can’t leave now. I know it’s selfish to say that when you’re in this much pain, but you can’t leave.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.” House pulled back and locked eyes with her. “You will be okay. Okay?”
Cuddy nodded as she felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. House softened.
“Don’t cry.” He drew her back into a hug and placed his hand over her hair. “Don’t...”
Cuddy nodded again and drew back. She gave him a tight smile and made her way out of the bathroom because she was afraid if she stayed in there any longer with him, she would completely break down.
“I’m home!” Sarah announced and shut the front door behind herself.
“In the living room,” Cuddy replied and turned the volume on the television down.
“Hey,” Sarah greeted as she stepped into the living room.
“How was Kelly’s?” Cuddy asked her.
“Good,” Sarah answered. “Where’s Dad?”
“Resting in bed,” Cuddy replied and held back a tired sigh.
“Mom.” Sarah pressed her lips together. “How bad is he?”
“He’s-” Cuddy tried to phrase her words correctly. “He’s not doing as well as before, but we still have to be hopeful, right?”
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed, but her voice hinted she felt otherwise.
Cuddy brightened her tone. “Want to watch a movie?”
Sarah shook her head. “No, I’ve got a lot of homework I still have to do. And my project’s due Monday.”
“All right,” Cuddy said. “I’ll be making dinner in a little while.”
Sarah pressed her lips together and nodded in response before heading for her bedroom.
Sarah slipped into the seat next to her mother at the dining room table. She picked up the fork resting next to the plate of food on the table in front of her.
“Dad eating?” Sarah directed the question to her mother as she noticed there wasn’t a plate set up for him.
Cuddy set down her glass of water. “No.”
Sarah raised her eyebrows. “Is he going to die soon?”
“No,” Cuddy answered, a frown forming.
“Are you sure?” Sarah stared at her mother. “Because he’s stopped eating. He hasn’t been out of bed for days.”
“I know.” Cuddy tried to keep the harshness out of her tone.
“Is he going to have to go to the hospital?” Sarah took a sip from her glass of water.
Cuddy gave a slight nod. “Maybe.”
Sarah returned her glass to the table. “Can I stay there with him if he’s at the hospital?”
“No,” Cuddy replied. “If he goes to the hospital, he could be there for weeks. That’s not a place for you to stay.”
“I could sit with Dad and do my homework there, and then sleep in your office,” Sarah said. “We can live at the hospital.”
“Out of my office?” Cuddy asked her.
“Yeah,” Sarah replied.
“Let’s take things one step at a time, honey,” Cuddy told her. “Your father’s not even in the hospital yet.”
“Yet,” Sarah grumbled and poked at her mashed potatoes.
Sarah headed for the front door as she heard a knock for the second time. She pulled open the door and squinted against the afternoon sun. She smiled as her eyes set themselves on Wilson.
“Hi, Uncle James,” Sarah greeted him.
“Hi, Sarah,” Wilson returned. “I came to see your dad.”
“He’s in his bedroom.” Sarah began to lead Wilson down the hallway.
“Where’s your mom?” Wilson asked her.
“Um...” Sarah frowned. “She’s around here somewhere. I’m not sure. I was in my room for the last few hours.”
Sarah stopped at the slightly open door and knocked. She pushed open the door to her parents’ bedroom and peeked her head inside.
“Dad?” Sarah looked to the bed. “Uncle James is here to see you.” Sarah took a step back into the hall and smiled again at Wilson. “I’ll go find Mom.”
Wilson entered into the bedroom as Sarah went to find Cuddy. He stood near the doorway, his eyes on the bed. House was on his usual side, the covers pulled over him. His eyes were on Wilson.
“Hey,” Wilson said. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” House replied.
Wilson took a few slow steps toward the bed. “I wish I could help you, but... there’s nothing that I can really do.” He stopped and planted his hands on his hips. “Would you mind if I sit for awhile?”
“I’m not on my deathbed,” House retorted.
“I know that.”
Wilson walked over to the chair near the corner of the room and brought it to House’s side of the bed. He seated himself down and looked to his friend. The door to the bedroom opened further and Cuddy stepped into the room.
“James.” She brought her eyes to Wilson. “Hi. Sarah said you were here.”
“I just stopped by to say hello to House,” Wilson told her.
“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” Cuddy offered.
Wilson shook his head. “No, I’m good. Thanks, Lisa.”
She smiled at him. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.”
Cuddy looked to House quick before she headed out. Once she was gone, Wilson leaned back in the chair and directed his attention back on House. House glared at him.
“You don’t have to be here,” he said.
“I wanted to see you,” Wilson replied.
“Because I’m going to die soon.” House gave a slight nod. “Lisa told you.”
“She didn’t,” Wilson insisted. “I’ve called your cell, but you haven’t been answering. I missed talking to you.”
“Yeah, right.” House rolled his eyes before he shut them. “Listen, I don’t need you here. I don’t want to talk about pointless shit that doesn’t actually matter. It’s a waste of time.”
“Okay.”
Wilson grew quiet and let his eyes scan the room, examining the dresser with pictures of Sarah on it and the stack of medical books sitting beneath the windowsill. After several minutes had passed, House opened his eyes and directed them to Wilson.
“You just gonna sit there?” House asked, a look of disgust on his face.
“Yes,” Wilson answered and gave a short nod.
House let out an exaggerated sigh and shut his eyes again. Wilson felt a smile creep over his lips, knowing that House really did appreciate him stopping by to visit.
Chapter Nineteen.