About six months cách đây I wrote about Kutner standing at Thirteen's grave. Now I thought it was time for her to return the favor. Companion to I'm Sorry.
I’m So Sorry
I’m sorry bạn had a gun. I’m sorry they taught us about fatal bullet wounds in medical school. I’m sorry we didn’t make bạn come out for drinks with us that night. I’m sorry someone didn’t call bạn just as bạn were getting ready to do it. I’m sorry we didn’t have a case that prevented us from going home. I’m sorry we took so long to find bạn and were blissfully unaware all morning. I’m...
It had been ten years since Lawrence Kutner had left the practice of Dr. Gregory House. It had been nine years since he’d been married. It had been eight years since they’d adopted their daughter from India, and seven years since they’d purchased their first house.
It had been a week since he’d attended his wife’s funeral.
They were cleaning out the house now, getting ready to di chuyển to some place smaller. Ever since his wife had been unable to work and her medical bills had started to steadily...
No bashing intended. I wrote this fic with purely innocent intentions. See bottom for further details.
Handle With Care
When bạn read this I’ll already be gone, so I’m going to address everything that needs addressing and put this note somewhere I hope bạn can find it.
I’m not going to say the things people usually do in these notes. I’m not going to talk about why I did it. I’m sure that’s the câu hỏi burning in everyone’s minds right now, but that’s not what’s most important. It will be done, and knowing why won’t do...