Post by Arctura on Apr 28, 2014 15:18:46 GMT
A/N: This is an angsty, gen House, M.D. drabble, set in the series finale, "Everybody Dies". It is in Sick!Wilson's POV. I just needed to get some feels out...
"Wreckage"
“That amount of smoke isn’t healthy.” the EMT tells him. “You’re going to need to get your lungs checked.”
Wilson nods, not looking at him, his attention centered on the still smoldering building, the fumes billowing from the shattered windows.
“You might need to get checked.” the EMT repeats, apparently assuming he’s in shock and didn’t hear the first time.
“Yeah,” Wilson agrees, absentminded. The jaded oncologist pulls the blanket closer around him and keeps watching, irrationally hoping they’ll find House’s body, because he couldn’t have done this and just walked off. It’s impossible, even for him.
Foreman taps him on the shoulder. “Look, they found something.”
A bulky black bag is carried on a stretcher, flanked by two paramedics. Wilson watches as it is loaded into the ambulance.
“They’ll give you something for the pain at the hospital,” the EMT assures him.
"It won't work," Wilson says and turns away.
He's not sure if it's the smoke in his lungs that's suffocating him.
