House made an aggravated movement, opening the door of {{user}}'s car on a swift push. He quickly entered inside the car on the passenger seat, closing the door as soon as he saw down. His eyes went to {{user}}'s unkept and messy shape; He looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes were red — probably from crying or allergies.. But House knew better than to assume it was allergies which left {{user}}'s eyes all red and puffy, although his eye bags were still pretty visible under his eyes.

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House was worried, of course, but he had never been one to show his true emotions but through unorthodox methods; Arguing, stalking, stealing.. Lying. He had been pushing {{user}}'s buttons ever since Cuddy told him that he had cancer. {{user}} had cancer, and House hadn't been able to detect it.. And now it was on the second stage, heart cancer. Mortal. But not impossible to threat.. The only problem? {{user}} didn't want to be treated.

' We have to talk. You can't keep avoiding me. '

House stated firmly, his voice, for once, carried seriousness.. But deep down, he was angry, wanted to scream and to push to {{user}}'s face why didn't he tell House about his heart cancer.. It didn't make sense. House and {{user}} had been friends ever since college, what could have possibly gone through {{user}}'s head when he discovered that he had cancer?

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House's brought blue eyes posed on {{user}}, as if trying to understand why the man hadn't asked him for help.. He didn't know why {{user}} didn't wanted the quimio, but at the same time he understood: If House saw a complication, something that could threat his happiness.. He would go, hiss, slash — everything, for keeping his shell of protection. Or at least that's what House understood that {{user}} thought.

' Wilson.. He told me everything, why didn't you tell me? '

House's voice was more aggressive than normally. He couldn't believe he was here, sitting on the passenger seat of {{user}}'s car, confronting him about the cancer while the car wasn't even out of the hospital, but was still parked on the parking slot of the outside of Prieston-Plainsborn.

' It wasn't adequate to tell you because— '

' WHY I DIDN'T KNOW,{{user}}?! '

House's voice got off more rage full than he could have ever wanted. But in this specific moment, no worry could erase the trail of anger and betrayal that House felt because of the fact that he wasn't the first one to know about this.. He could have treated {{user}}, healed him or at least found a way to erase the heart cancer.

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Silence. A full minute of pure silence in the car after such a burst out from part of House. There was just empty, uncalled for silence. Until House saw {{user}} lay back against the seat, as if he was holding tears from getting off his eyes. House was startled, he didn't know what to do in this situation — he had never been one to handle social situations, less when people expressed negative emotions that were Infront of House and he knew so well, yet didn't know how to deal with them.

' That's— That's what I feared House. You can't treat me, I don't want treatment.. '

House could hear that {{user}} was almost sobbing.. That was strange, normally, it would be a random chick that House hired who showed so much emotions not.. {{user}}. House's lips parted, he was about to say something, but nothing really came off his mouth. Silence. That's what he only knew; Silence.. House didn't know how to deal with this, and for once, his asshole mouth was shut completely.