I know I need to stop killing Thirteen (my last three fics here she's been dead), but I just had the idea and I couldn't not write it.
I’m Sorry
I’m sorry toi had clinic duty at that particular moment. I’m sorry he wouldn’t just take the medications without testing them on someone else first. I’m sorry someone else didn’t volunteer instead of you. I’m sorry toi had to test those particular treatments. I’m sorry they didn’t blow up the mur just a little bit earlier. I’m sorry he didn’t get cold feet at the last minute. I’m sorry toi died earlier than toi were supposed to. I’m sorry toi had to die to save others. I’m sorry toi died doing the only thing in your life that worked for you.
Kutner never knew what to say at cemeteries. One would think he’d be used to it par now, but Kutner wasn’t sure this was something you’d ever get used to. It was one thing when it was your parents. toi just told them about your jour at work, about what you’d had for lunch, about the movie toi saw; the things most grown children talked to their parents about. It was completely different when it was your friend.
Well, she wasn’t really my friend, Kutner reasoned. They hadn’t spoken much in the past few months. Really they hadn’t spoken much ever, but Kutner didn’t know that they’d spoken at all outside of the differential since she’d gotten her test results.
Are toi happy? Kutner had asked. Not particularly, she’d answered.
Have toi ever been happy? That’s what Kutner should have asked. There were a lot of things Kutner should have asked, lots of things he should have said, things that didn’t matter anymore, to anyone except for him.
“Um,” Kutner began nervously. “House hasn’t replaced toi yet.” He kicked at a pebble. “He has had interviews. They’ve all been, toi know, the scholarly type, not that there’s anything wrong with that. They’ve all worn skirts. I haven’t seen a single pair of suspenders. And they all told House their names when he asked. I half-way think he might be holding out for someone who won’t.” The truth was that House had asked every single candidate their name as a last question, and told every single one not to expect a call once they’d told him. “None of them are someone I’d rather work with,” Kutner sighed. “Cuddy made House keep a handful, six ou eight, for extended interviews. They’ll be around for two weeks. None of them can hold their own against House. None of them have managed to befriend Foreman. None of them wear a clock around their necks, literally ou figuratively.
“Foreman’s attempting to go about business as usual, but toi he doesn’t really feel that way. I caught him staring at your old locker in the locker room once, and also at the chair toi always sat in,” Kutner said. “Taub, he’s trying to do that too, but one of the interviewees mentioned Huntington’s as a potential diagnosis and he had to leave the room for five minutes to gain his composure back.”
Kutner hesitated, before beginning again. “I brought something for you,” he said, laying down the large package on the mound of dirt. “That was your lab coat. toi left it in Cuddy’s office. I guess toi knew that. I didn’t think you’d want flowers. It didn’t seem like you, but I guess I didn’t really know toi very well.”
And I’m sorry.
I’m Sorry
I’m sorry toi had clinic duty at that particular moment. I’m sorry he wouldn’t just take the medications without testing them on someone else first. I’m sorry someone else didn’t volunteer instead of you. I’m sorry toi had to test those particular treatments. I’m sorry they didn’t blow up the mur just a little bit earlier. I’m sorry he didn’t get cold feet at the last minute. I’m sorry toi died earlier than toi were supposed to. I’m sorry toi had to die to save others. I’m sorry toi died doing the only thing in your life that worked for you.
Kutner never knew what to say at cemeteries. One would think he’d be used to it par now, but Kutner wasn’t sure this was something you’d ever get used to. It was one thing when it was your parents. toi just told them about your jour at work, about what you’d had for lunch, about the movie toi saw; the things most grown children talked to their parents about. It was completely different when it was your friend.
Well, she wasn’t really my friend, Kutner reasoned. They hadn’t spoken much in the past few months. Really they hadn’t spoken much ever, but Kutner didn’t know that they’d spoken at all outside of the differential since she’d gotten her test results.
Are toi happy? Kutner had asked. Not particularly, she’d answered.
Have toi ever been happy? That’s what Kutner should have asked. There were a lot of things Kutner should have asked, lots of things he should have said, things that didn’t matter anymore, to anyone except for him.
“Um,” Kutner began nervously. “House hasn’t replaced toi yet.” He kicked at a pebble. “He has had interviews. They’ve all been, toi know, the scholarly type, not that there’s anything wrong with that. They’ve all worn skirts. I haven’t seen a single pair of suspenders. And they all told House their names when he asked. I half-way think he might be holding out for someone who won’t.” The truth was that House had asked every single candidate their name as a last question, and told every single one not to expect a call once they’d told him. “None of them are someone I’d rather work with,” Kutner sighed. “Cuddy made House keep a handful, six ou eight, for extended interviews. They’ll be around for two weeks. None of them can hold their own against House. None of them have managed to befriend Foreman. None of them wear a clock around their necks, literally ou figuratively.
“Foreman’s attempting to go about business as usual, but toi he doesn’t really feel that way. I caught him staring at your old locker in the locker room once, and also at the chair toi always sat in,” Kutner said. “Taub, he’s trying to do that too, but one of the interviewees mentioned Huntington’s as a potential diagnosis and he had to leave the room for five minutes to gain his composure back.”
Kutner hesitated, before beginning again. “I brought something for you,” he said, laying down the large package on the mound of dirt. “That was your lab coat. toi left it in Cuddy’s office. I guess toi knew that. I didn’t think you’d want flowers. It didn’t seem like you, but I guess I didn’t really know toi very well.”
And I’m sorry.
