Don’t look at the words they warned.
Eternity oozes along the vacant corridor behind him. She breaks the archaic silence with the click of her heels. She actually made it to his glass crypt. He languishes, feet upon desk and studying his board, with its impossible malady and infinite possibilities.
Shortness of Breath, Light Sensitivity: Don’t look at the words.
“It means nothing, House.”
“You can’t solve this one.”
“Maybe if you - we can solve this.”
They told her not to come.
Abdominal pain - She can’t help it - Hyper Motility.
“Maybe it’s, Lupis,” she whispers.
Heaven (House/Wilson) http://snark-b8it.livejournal.com/21416.h