Gravity (Part 2)
Nov. 16th, 2009 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moose_mcmooseOkay okay....I was in the mood to write something to bum me out. Soooo..... this is the product of my urges.
It's sort of the second part to Gravity so if you haven't read that then you kind of need it to get on with this bit.
Title: Gravity (Part 2)
Rating: R (saaad)
Characters: house/Wilson
Words: 245
Summary: Sequel to/Part 2 of Gravity. Still sad, still depressing. oh yeah and >>>>>> character death!
It's sort of the second part to Gravity so if you haven't read that then you kind of need it to get on with this bit.
Title: Gravity (Part 2)
Rating: R (saaad)
Characters: house/Wilson
Words: 245
Summary: Sequel to/Part 2 of Gravity. Still sad, still depressing. oh yeah and >>>>>> character death!
He was cold. So very cold.
House tried to warm Wilson up by cradling him close, pressing his friend's face into his chest. But Wilson stayed cold, like a glacier resistant to the glare of the sun.
There was no note; the room was as sparse as ever. Just a chair toppled over in the middle of the bedroom and two feet dangling, swaying gracefully from side to side as if caught in a gentle breeze, told House what had occurred.
He had moved as fast as he could, holding Wilson's weight on his good side and aggressively cutting through the material with scissors using the other free hand. Before House had managed to lay Wilson on the floor he knew he was gone. The wide glassy eyes and the half open mouth complete with blue tinged lips signified Wilson was no longer with him.
Then the tears came.
Hard, fast and unrelenting. Coursing down his cheeks and onto Wilson's light blue shirt.
House had experienced pain before, both physical and mental. But never had he felt such pain with such loss.
He lay his head onto Wilson's, inhaling the scent of the familiar shampoo, before conjuring the strength to lift him onto the bed. He tenderly pushed Wilson's eyelids shut, unable to deal with the dead empty stare from Wilson's eyes.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
House planted a soft kiss on his forehead before turning away and collapsing to his knees.
House tried to warm Wilson up by cradling him close, pressing his friend's face into his chest. But Wilson stayed cold, like a glacier resistant to the glare of the sun.
There was no note; the room was as sparse as ever. Just a chair toppled over in the middle of the bedroom and two feet dangling, swaying gracefully from side to side as if caught in a gentle breeze, told House what had occurred.
He had moved as fast as he could, holding Wilson's weight on his good side and aggressively cutting through the material with scissors using the other free hand. Before House had managed to lay Wilson on the floor he knew he was gone. The wide glassy eyes and the half open mouth complete with blue tinged lips signified Wilson was no longer with him.
Then the tears came.
Hard, fast and unrelenting. Coursing down his cheeks and onto Wilson's light blue shirt.
House had experienced pain before, both physical and mental. But never had he felt such pain with such loss.
He lay his head onto Wilson's, inhaling the scent of the familiar shampoo, before conjuring the strength to lift him onto the bed. He tenderly pushed Wilson's eyelids shut, unable to deal with the dead empty stare from Wilson's eyes.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
House planted a soft kiss on his forehead before turning away and collapsing to his knees.
