When he woke up, he wasn't as surprised as maybe he should have been. He was in the clinic, his wrists were bandaged, and he felt like utter shit.
He opened his eyes just enough to see Phedre in a nearby chair, not turned toward him at the moment, but her entire body filled with tension. And on a nearby hospital bed - Jack. Recovering, House guessed, from a blood transfusion. And he heard the light strains of Helen's voice from across the clinic. It was in that moment, even so soon, that he decided that he would not try again.
As soon as they saw him awake, they were going to grill him. Why could he do this, how could he be so selfish, why, why, why? He decided that he had no intention of answering. They were going to force him into therapy, he imagined. That was going to be bad enough. The last thing he wanted was to face up to his... friends, on top of that.
He closed his eyes again, not really to deal with any of it yet. He might have decided not to try again - not to put anyone through this again, at least now while they were still here - but that didn't mean that he was happy. It didn't mean there wasn't a big part of him that wished he had succeeded. He still didn't want to be here. But he would live with that.
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When he woke up, he wasn't as surprised as maybe he should have been. He was in the clinic, his wrists were bandaged, and he felt like utter shit.
He opened his eyes just enough to see Phedre in a nearby chair, not turned toward him at the moment, but her entire body filled with tension. And on a nearby hospital bed - Jack. Recovering, House guessed, from a blood transfusion. And he heard the light strains of Helen's voice from across the clinic. It was in that moment, even so soon, that he decided that he would not try again.
As soon as they saw him awake, they were going to grill him. Why could he do this, how could he be so selfish, why, why, why? He decided that he had no intention of answering. They were going to force him into therapy, he imagined. That was going to be bad enough. The last thing he wanted was to face up to his... friends, on top of that.
He closed his eyes again, not really to deal with any of it yet. He might have decided not to try again - not to put anyone through this again, at least now while they were still here - but that didn't mean that he was happy. It didn't mean there wasn't a big part of him that wished he had succeeded. He still didn't want to be here. But he would live with that.