Title: Couched in a Secret
Pairing: House/Wilson friendship
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe
Spoilers/Warnings: BIG TIME for "The C Word"
Summary: A different observation of Wilson's chemo.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them.
A/N: Huge thanks to wonderfully talented srsly_yes for the quick and awesome beta!
I love James Wilson.
I've known it for quite some time, but it's not something about which I can speak. In his own way, I think he loves me, too, though he never openly says it.
We've had our ups and downs for sure. Rooming together during his separation from Julie, not seeing each other during that dreadful Mayfield stint or prison sentence. I'm not going to lie, the complete abandonment I felt then was crushing.
But that was nothing compared to what happened after his cancer diagnosis.
It really hit home for me when he showed up at the apartment, pilfered chemicals and medical equipment in tow. I was hoping he would change his mind after the eloquent and pointed toast about what he would be getting into, but he remained as stubborn as ever. I could only stand by helplessly as he succumbed rapidly to the lethal chemicals he'd willingly allowed into his veins. When he begged to stay rather than die in a hospital, I was unable to say no.
We spent the rest of the night in silence while I cradled his weakened body, hoping he would find some comfort in my support.
The gloomy night gradually gave way to morning. Wilson stirred against me. His warm hand brushed against my cool surface as House lifted him from my cushion with utmost care. There were no words spoken, but I knew I had just been thanked for supporting him in his time of need.
I can only hope that surviving the chemo was a good omen for things to come.