damigella | Can't You See It, 4/?

Oncology personnel have been visiting me regularly. Today it's Sandy's voice I hear, my personal assistant. Her "Good morning, Dr. Wilson," sounds surprisingly happy. I realize how much I've missed happiness around me.

"Good morning to you! Actually, you sound remarkably content today. Are there good news from one of our patients that you're here to give me?"

The question is stupid, since I haven't seen a patient in almost two months. And yet it isn't, because some stay with us much longer than that.

"There are indeed good news, but they concern me personally. I'm getting married and moving to New York. I've come to say goodbye, but I do hope you'll be able to attend the wedding. You'll get an invitation in braille - they make some really great ones."

"I'm sorry to lose you, Sandy, but I'm also very happy for you, congratulations! And I hope I'll be able to attend." Lose her? She would probably have lost me anyway. There are very, very few blind oncologists, and I very much doubt I could be one.

"Thank you, Dr. Wilson. I'll miss you, too." She hugs me lightly as another person enters the room and stands by her.

"Did you tell him whom you are marrying, Sandy?"

"No, I figured you would prefer to do so personally."

Understanding hits me like a truck. Things are indeed very different from what I had imagined, and I struggle for words.

"Sandy, are you going to marry Dr. Hadley?"

I swear I can see her smile. "Yes, Dr. Wilson. And we both would like you to be there."

I really smile myself, for the first time in who knows how long. And then I frown again.

"Does House know?"

They both laugh. "Of course he does!" Remy says. "After all, I know stuff about him no one else does, it wouldn't make sense to have secrets. Especially when there's no reason to be secretive."

The pain hits hard, again. But it's not really news, so I get over it quickly. "There isn't any, indeed. So are you leaving PPTH too, or will you commute?"

"I am leaving. I'll enroll in a study at Columbia and they're giving me a halftime position there. Poorly paid, but it's a way to keep my license alive."

"Now I have to go, Dr. Wilson," Sandy chimes in. "Can I… can I kiss you?"

I nod, and when her lips brush my cheek lightly something warm and liquid drops on my face. Then she stands up and walks, almost runs away.

Remy shakes my hand. "Good luck, Wilson. You and House will probably have more time together than Sandy and I, but try not to waste too much of it, will you?"

With this, she's off as well. What does it mean? I'm confused. I'm desperate. I want House with me so much, and yet I never want to see him again. Ha ha ha. I never want to be in his presence again - as for not seeing, that's pretty much a given.

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Still very much enjoying this. Glad 13 is getting some semblance of happiness in her shortened life. I know the character irritates some people, but I've always kind of liked her, or maybe the potential for her character. I can only hope Wilson and House will be on the same page again soon and realize they've already wasted too much time.

I tend to like characters for their potential and hate TPTB for waisting it, especially female characters. And I'm annoyed as hell that we never saw Thirteen in a serious relationship with a woman, so I think we're exactly on the same page.

Wilson has suffered very much during House's absence, and his disappearing again hasn't helped at all. Thirteen is speaking for me too about the time-waste.

Thank you for reading and commenting!

I do hope things get better between House and Wilson.

It will take a while.

You don't stop surprising me! Happy for Thirteen!

I knew you would like this! At least now poor Wilson can stop being jealous... or at least be a little bit less jealous.

Thank you for being such a faithful reader!

LOL Remy knows them well... thanks for sharing!

(looks at icon) (swoons)(collects brain from floor with a spoon)(not sure it's all there) (looks at icon again)(who cares)

Thank you darling!

We've never read a more realistic, more well written journey on human emotion and recovery - we can really feel Wilson practically tearing himself in two. Please also post this story to FF net.

I think I'll need time just to recover from such a nice comment, thank you both so much.
I'll resume posting on ff.net soon; I took a break during a very intense summer in RL.

Can't You See It, 4/?

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