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moose_mcmooseYey! A brick has been bashed out of my wall of writer's block. WiN! Thank you corned beef and potato pie and my rage from last night's idiocy. So I did a drabble and NOT a depressing one. Wahey!
Title: Glass
Rating: PG-13
Words: 478
Characters: House/Wilson
Summary: Some nice hurt/comfort business going on here. I had urges. House's POV
It was the sound of breaking glass that alerted you to the fact that everything was not well. So you peer from your balcony door over to Wilson's side. Apart from the shattered glass in his door, you can also see an upturned chair hanging precariously on his balcony wall.
You hop over the dividing wall and stalk carefully through scattered glass pieces that crunched underfoot.
The office was a mess. Only one of the beloved trophies sat in the place it should have been, all the others were strewn across floor next to the desk. There was paper everywhere; files, prescriptions and notes all mangled into a chaotic collage on the floor.
You heard him before you saw him; the jerking gasps and sobs leading you to a cowering figure in the darkness. He was sitting on the floor with his back on the sofa. You wonder why he didn't just sit on the sofa but you know Wilson likes to punish himself in myriad of different ways. Maybe this was one of them.
There was a consistent banging on the office door; probably some concerned staff who had heard a commotion. You limp over, open the door and tell them everything is fine. They stare at you unconvinced before nodding and turning back to their duties.
You don't know if he has noticed you're here; his crying hasn't stopped and he hasn't moved. You don't really know what to do but your instinct is telling you something.
So you gently lower yourself next to him, nearly impaling yourself on a rogue paper clip as you sit. You can here him sniff; only now aware of your presence and probably embarrassed about being found like this.
“Sorry.” You can here him mumble. You don't understand what the hell he has to be sorry for so you shake your head.
“Shut up.” You put your hand on his back, feeling his crackling breaths as he tries to clear his throat.
He leans his head onto your shoulder. Your natural instinct would be to recoil but it doesn't kick in. You can feel him jerk as his attempts at quelling the tears failed. You wrap your hand further over to his shoulder and let his face drop into your chest. His tears were soaking through your shirt, sticking the material to your skin.
Eventually he stops. “Sorry,” he says. You feel like slapping him; but then he'll just apologise again for making you slap him.
“I reserve the right to sock you in the mouth if you say that again.” You can feel him chuckle and you're sure you can feel a smile cross his face. “Cuddy's going to be pissed.”
You feel him shrug and then let out a heavy sigh.
“Don't worry. I'll deal with her.”
Then I'll deal with you.
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Date: 13/11/2009 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/11/2009 05:20 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting. Appreciated muchly!! :D
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Date: 13/11/2009 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 14/11/2009 12:15 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Date: 13/11/2009 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 14/11/2009 12:16 pm (UTC)Cheers for reading and commenting. :)
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Date: 14/11/2009 01:06 pm (UTC)Glad your writers block is shifting a bit. ♥
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Date: 14/11/2009 01:22 pm (UTC)So glad you enjoyed this and I'm grateful for your comments and the fact you took some time out to read it. :D
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Date: 14/11/2009 01:32 pm (UTC)