| Written for Drabble Challenge #3: The Men of "House" |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|11:02 pm] |
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| | M*A*S*H | ] |
Title: Everyone's Stress Ball
POV: Wilson
Rating: G
Author's Note: First drabble. Perhaps a Chase later.
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There’s nothing left, he notes. Never anything left when they die. White bed and clean sheets—prepare for the next victim! He runs his hand over the sterile sheets and walks out. He couldn’t save this patient. Oncology’s a terrible department.
And he feels numb listening to stories about hurricanes, terrorists, and G8 summits. He works in oncology—people die daily and somehow it’s hard to care about death in other places—in places that don’t affect him.
He absorbs House’s sarcasm and Cuddy’s anger with equal weariness because he’s everyone’s stress ball.
“Dr. Wilson? Patient in Room 137.”
So he goes. |
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