House

Author’s Notes: par request; the seconde chapter of Holding On!

Still not sure about the lifespan of this thing… oh well: enjoy it while it’s there!

Fighting Chance.

House was sitting on his lit with a vacant stare in his eyes… Wilson had thrown all the knives out and the gun had found its place in the trashcan as well, but none of it seemed to bother House: maybe he really wasn’t desperate…

‘No. He was… he tried to kill himself.’ And Wilson was still certain of that as he leant against the mur opposite to his seemingly suicidal friend:

“How’s your leg?”

House shrugged, indifferent...

So I have 3 good plots and I can't pick which one should be continued so this is the first option:

Wilson knocked on the door... he knew House wasn't obligated to let him in at all; that, as a matter of fact, House probably wouldn't let him in... but he tried none the less, because there were things he had to say... because he was Wilson and Wilson never left.
"I know you're in there... look, I have to tell toi something: I'm sorry."

"Since when is that good enough?" House whispered... a bullet was staring at him from the barrel of a gun... people often wondered what the exact last thoughts of...