First things first : I can't believed I messed up my English yet again. So, now, the left hand is fine. But I drank half a bottle of Rioja at 13.5% vol and I can't even type straight. I'll read it again tomorrow. [Okay, I concentrated and finally got it. See, in Italian we don't say "on the other hand". We say "on the other side" so no confusion can arise.]
awful burden of guilt for House to live with I'm not sure it's all that much guilt. I hope I made it clear that House would never, ever have wanted Wilson to do that (which is why Wilson very carefully didn't tell him - and wouldn't have told him ever). But it's a difficult basis on which to start a new relationship. In fact, I can very well imagine it all going down he drain in half no time, and Wilson being left fingerless (almost-handless-Jim for HP fans), catless and Houseless.
Wilson goes through all this pain for much less of a noble reason. Well, remember I'm a cold-blooded scientist. My colleagues do unbelievable things to unborn kittens. I am always intrigued by the question "Would Wilson take for himself House's pain if he could?" I once read a wonderful supernatural fic on this topic, wrote my own non-wonderful supernatural fic on said topic, but then decided to go the science way.
House's life isn't threatened; his life's quality and meaning are. Wilson's life isn;t in principle threatened: you can do lots of things with thumb and index finger only, and it's anyway the non-dominant hand. Otherwise, it's only pain - the same pain House has consciously faced once to live without Vicodin, and less pain and less danger than the deep brain stimulation.
I wanted to show not a Wilson sacrificing is life in a moment of love, but deciding after much reasoning and soul searching to face pain and handicap to give House a better life. And deciding it again and again, three times a week for a month. Finally deciding to trust an (ultimately untrustworthy) sadist as his only hope to keep House's license, at the expense of what should have been a not-too-serious physical handicap.
What House had to go through in the contractverse was much, much harsher and without hope; this was something much smaller and imho more realistic. Possibly, because of that, more scary.
that's going to be a story which stays with me for a long time... That's precisely what I felt after my first (and last!)Bratwurst.
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Date: 2011-06-23 09:18 pm (UTC)awful burden of guilt for House to live with
I'm not sure it's all that much guilt. I hope I made it clear that House would never, ever have wanted Wilson to do that (which is why Wilson very carefully didn't tell him - and wouldn't have told him ever).
But it's a difficult basis on which to start a new relationship. In fact, I can very well imagine it all going down he drain in half no time, and Wilson being left fingerless (almost-handless-Jim for HP fans), catless and Houseless.
Wilson goes through all this pain for much less of a noble reason.
Well, remember I'm a cold-blooded scientist. My colleagues do unbelievable things to unborn kittens. I am always intrigued by the question "Would Wilson take for himself House's pain if he could?" I once read a wonderful supernatural fic on this topic, wrote my own non-wonderful supernatural fic on said topic, but then decided to go the science way.
House's life isn't threatened; his life's quality and meaning are. Wilson's life isn;t in principle threatened: you can do lots of things with thumb and index finger only, and it's anyway the non-dominant hand. Otherwise, it's only pain - the same pain House has consciously faced once to live without Vicodin, and less pain and less danger than the deep brain stimulation.
I wanted to show not a Wilson sacrificing is life in a moment of love, but deciding after much reasoning and soul searching to face pain and handicap to give House a better life. And deciding it again and again, three times a week for a month. Finally deciding to trust an (ultimately untrustworthy) sadist as his only hope to keep House's license, at the expense of what should have been a not-too-serious physical handicap.
What House had to go through in the contractverse was much, much harsher and without hope; this was something much smaller and imho more realistic. Possibly, because of that, more scary.
that's going to be a story which stays with me for a long time...
That's precisely what I felt after my first (and last!)Bratwurst.