Author's Note: This chapter 'fic occurs just after the episode 'The Itch'. It will only be 5 chapters long. Feedback is ALWAYS welcome and I especially appreciate constructive criticism. Hope bạn enjoy đọc as much as I have enjoyed writing!!
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Maybe if he had just told her he what he đã đưa ý kiến was true. Maybe if he had held his ground his world wouldn't have crumbled beneath him. He couldn't manage to say the words he meant, the only sound that passed his lips were the words, "Yes. Do bạn think it will work?". It was a stupid cover. A cover for something he didn't even want to hide anymore.
James Wilson sat at his desk, alone. What was House doing? Where was Cuddy? Was she with House? Why couldn't he just stop thinking about them. He should be happy, his best friend was happy - the woman he secretly adored was happy, he should be happy for both of them. But why did he feel like he was the one that deserved happiness? For years he had stood bởi House, as his friend. He had protected him, his job, his license, his livelihood for practicing medicine. He had laid his job on the line for him. Now he thought, was the time House could give back even just a little of what he owes.
But no, he couldn't. He couldn't do that to his best friend, he couldn't do that now. His tim, trái tim yearned for her, but, for so long, House had been unable to connect with any female. He couldn't ruin it for House again. It was his own dilemma, and all because of the words he couldn't say,
"No, I really do tình yêu you."
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Maybe if he had just told her he what he đã đưa ý kiến was true. Maybe if he had held his ground his world wouldn't have crumbled beneath him. He couldn't manage to say the words he meant, the only sound that passed his lips were the words, "Yes. Do bạn think it will work?". It was a stupid cover. A cover for something he didn't even want to hide anymore.
James Wilson sat at his desk, alone. What was House doing? Where was Cuddy? Was she with House? Why couldn't he just stop thinking about them. He should be happy, his best friend was happy - the woman he secretly adored was happy, he should be happy for both of them. But why did he feel like he was the one that deserved happiness? For years he had stood bởi House, as his friend. He had protected him, his job, his license, his livelihood for practicing medicine. He had laid his job on the line for him. Now he thought, was the time House could give back even just a little of what he owes.
But no, he couldn't. He couldn't do that to his best friend, he couldn't do that now. His tim, trái tim yearned for her, but, for so long, House had been unable to connect with any female. He couldn't ruin it for House again. It was his own dilemma, and all because of the words he couldn't say,
"No, I really do tình yêu you."