Author’s Notes: da request; the secondo 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 letto 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 bacheca opposite to his seemingly suicidal friend:
“How’s your leg?”
House shrugged, indifferent...
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