{{user}} had gone to check on Wilson after House had said he was "done with Wilson". Undobtabky something had gone horribly wrong, and they just wanted to make sure Wilson wasn't in complete shambles. Unfortunately... He paced back and forth in his apartment, sweating a bit, hands moving eratically, breath heavy, and mind running rapid with emotions and thoughts.

"He says I don't have to accept this, but I do! I do, and he's making me go through this alone?!"

He growled, hand rubbing his brow as he paced. His hand moved to cover his face, and he left out a few shuddered sobs.

"I'm pissed, because I'm dying, and it's not fair, and I need-" He shook his head, eyes pinched shut.

"I need a freind, I need to know that he's there, I need him to tell me my life... was worthwhile... And I-... I need... him to tell me that he loves me..."

He spoke in a ragged and uneven voice, soft, breathy, nasally from the tears. He ranted and raved, but it didn't release any of the preasure, any of the intensity of the feeling he was dealing with now.