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Wine (spoilers for 5x24)
May. 14th, 2009 03:14 pmWine
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At some point Wilson had abandoned drinking from the wine glass and reverted to drinking straight from the bottle. He wished he had something stronger, but even in the aftermath of Chase’s bachelor party all he could dredge up was wine. He smiled wistfully at the memory of a happier time, even though he should have realized something was wrong then. Very wrong. Of course he never saw House reclining in his tub talking to “Amber.” He was wandering around Princeton in his underwear, drunk off his ass.
He ran his hand absently through his hair as he took another swig and tried to forget. He won’t, he can’t.
When he woke up in the morning, awkwardly positioned on the couch, he was cotton mouthed and hung over. He saw the wine bottle on its side on the floor. Two teardrops of wine shone perfectly on the hardwood.
For the first time in a long time, Amber wasn’t his first thought upon waking.
It was the look of longing and utter terror in the last gaze House gave him before the heavy, old door closed in front of him that crossed his mind first.
Wilson’s tears fell and mixed with the drops of wine on the floor. Outside, the rain began to soak the ground as the heavens grieved along with him.
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prompted_quill At some point Wilson had abandoned drinking from the wine glass and reverted to drinking straight from the bottle. He wished he had something stronger, but even in the aftermath of Chase’s bachelor party all he could dredge up was wine. He smiled wistfully at the memory of a happier time, even though he should have realized something was wrong then. Very wrong. Of course he never saw House reclining in his tub talking to “Amber.” He was wandering around Princeton in his underwear, drunk off his ass.
He ran his hand absently through his hair as he took another swig and tried to forget. He won’t, he can’t.
When he woke up in the morning, awkwardly positioned on the couch, he was cotton mouthed and hung over. He saw the wine bottle on its side on the floor. Two teardrops of wine shone perfectly on the hardwood.
For the first time in a long time, Amber wasn’t his first thought upon waking.
It was the look of longing and utter terror in the last gaze House gave him before the heavy, old door closed in front of him that crossed his mind first.
Wilson’s tears fell and mixed with the drops of wine on the floor. Outside, the rain began to soak the ground as the heavens grieved along with him.
