James Wilson (wilsonlikesties) wrote in prideviewapts, @ 2008-07-10 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | gregory house, james wilson |
Who: House and Wilson
What: Wilson has another nightmare
When: Thursday evening
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: tba
Status: Started
It happened more often than he liked - the nightmares. Sometimes they'd be stupid but others he'd see things that didn't happen. Things that seemed so real it shook him to his core. Tonight's nightmare was much like that. There was a women he didn't recognize - faceless - who was dying. He was crying, House was having a seizure, House was in the hospital bed in a coma and suddenly the woman was dead and he was alone in a pure white room filled with light.
And then he'd wake up, his heart beating - the pounding in his ears deafening. He'd swallow, pulling away from House to sit on the edge of the bed as he shook and tried to get his thoughts together. He was at home, in his home. There was no woman, House was fine...
Yet he couldn't stop the urge to put his head in his hands, sniffling a bit and rubbing at his eyes.
He hated the nightmares.