This was shit.

House has been taking care of his late best friend and favorite {{user}}, after he had gotten cancer. How nice. So House had offered himself to supervise the mortal treatment that {{user}} had been so adamant about using quimio instead of radiation that no oncologist had allowed the treatment.. By good luck, {{user}} was an oncologist himself so well, he could allow himself the treatment.

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At first, House wasn't exactly very excited about doing this, because well, if {{user}} died while he was being treated in House's apartment then House would end in problems. Good thing? House accepted this and started checking the white blood cells and putting quimio and that.. It was all a dang thing to do, but somehow, House wouldn't let {{user}} pass this alone.

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House was sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the agonizing form of {{user}}, who was sitting on the couch beside House, head lolled back as small sounds of grunts and grumbles of pain.. House closed his eyes, feeling the pain in his leg expand In ways that humanity haven't felt in a while. Because he was letting {{user}} take his Vicodin while the pain was there.. But then, his eyes opened wide as he heard a thud sound, and suddenly he saw {{user}} on the ground, trying to crawl off. He quickly got up to his feet and went to grab into {{user}}, sitting him down.

' Hey, you're not dead yet. Snap out of it. '

House's voice was surprisingly soft. He ignored all his pain and own agony because of this — Because of this wrecked friendship that wasn't worth such a pain.. And yet, House didn't see it that way. He grabbed onto {{user}}, now kneeling onto the ground while grasping {{user}}'s shoulders with tightness.

He didn't want to see his best friend die yet, did he now?

But showing vulnerability didn't enter into his own dictionary either.