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Another 97 Seconds
Title: Another 97 Seconds.
Summary: Wilson has a near death experience after accidentally electrocuting himself, and experiences something
Warning: Sort of ooc and sort of pre-slash or slash depending on how you look at it. Also there is a mention of the afterlife and the sort of things people who almost die experience while they were almost dying. There’s some slightly crude language as well but otherwise it’s okay.
Rating: PG13 just to be super safe. It’s almost certainly PG but I want to give fair warning.
Prompt: For the Hurt/Comfort Trop Bingo, this is for Near Death Experience. That will give me a BINGO. I have already gotten Cuddling for Warmth, Car/Bike Accident, and Bedside Vigil B-I-N-G-O baby!
I started to feel pressure and a bit of pain in my chest. “I want you to know I will always love you, James. But you have to go back now. I want you to be happy now.” She kissed me softly and suddenly I was transported back to the cold wet ground, a searing pain in my left hand. House was kneeling beside me, pushing down on my abdomen with his hands, and shouting at me, calling me an idiot.
“I was fixing the satellite dish,” I moaned, attempting to sit up. House held me down, mumbling something about needing to clear my neck. “The cable went out again.” It was on my mind to tell House about what I’d seen and experienced, but…well, I didn’t think he’d understand, or care.
“It’s pouring rain, you idiot. You could have been killed. Consider yourself lucky.” He continued to examine me.
“I electrocuted myself. My heart stopped! How is any of that lucky?” I complained, staring at the nasty, reddish-pink burn on my palm from where I made contact with the dish. “And since you have almost died on me—what was it four times now?—I really don’t think you should be whining about one little accident.”
“You’re lucky because I came home in time to see you get the shock, and get to you in less than a minute. Plus, I was able to revive you. If I hadn’t been standing in front of the building at the exact moment, you probably would have died.” He looked over the edge of the roof and waved his hands. “The paramedics are here.” I nodded, too tired and in too much pain to think of another clever retort.
3.
Later, Greg sat at my bedside, watching over me and berating my doctors. Even though I knew it would annoy him, and probably give Greg an opportunity to mock me, I needed to talk to him about what had happened to me while I was—at least partially—dead.
“I saw Amber,” I announced at last; sometime around midnight. Greg lifted his head, and bit down on his lower lip slightly. “We were in this…comforting white room and she held me in her arms and told me she loved me, and then when you started CPR she kissed me. And I know what you’re going to say, that it was just my dying brain desperately trying to make sense of what was happening to it. How the lack of oxygen caused me to hallucinate. I know you think I was meaningless but I really felt something. I think it was real. No, I know it was real and nothing you can say will ever convince me otherwise.”
“Are you going to try and off yourself so you can spend more time with her, or experience something equally comforting?” I shook my head back and forth, rapidly. “Are you dying or severely ill in some way and in need of treatment?” I shook my head again. “If you were, would you refuse lifesaving treatment in order to possibly experience whatever you thought you saw and felt again?”
“Well since I don’t have a life-threatening illness, it’s kind of impossible to say how I’d really react in such a situation, but I can’t imagine a world in which I wouldn’t want to keep living. I like my life…our life. I like hanging out with you. I love my job. I love my car, and I love too many other fun things about being alive to give up on it.”
“Well then, there’s really no point in me trying to change your mind about the hallucination or whatever it was,” House replied. “And honestly, I wouldn’t want to be friends with you if I could change your mind on such an important life issue just like that,” he explained, snapping his fingers. “So, tell me about your vision. What was she wearing? Did you touch her breasts?”
“Yeah, I’m not sharing those kinds of details with you,” I chided, smiling.
“That’s a no,” he smirked, grabbing my water glass and taking a big sip. This made me think about what Amber had said about being happy. As annoying as he could be, House was the one I really wanted. He was the one who made me happy.
Summary: Wilson has a near death experience after accidentally electrocuting himself, and experiences something
Warning: Sort of ooc and sort of pre-slash or slash depending on how you look at it. Also there is a mention of the afterlife and the sort of things people who almost die experience while they were almost dying. There’s some slightly crude language as well but otherwise it’s okay.
Rating: PG13 just to be super safe. It’s almost certainly PG but I want to give fair warning.
Prompt: For the Hurt/Comfort Trop Bingo, this is for Near Death Experience. That will give me a BINGO. I have already gotten Cuddling for Warmth, Car/Bike Accident, and Bedside Vigil B-I-N-G-O baby!
1.
“Wow, that looked painful,” Amber exclaimed, leaning over me. The world around us was bright, white, and soft. She held me close to her, humming softly. “I love you, James.” I wasn’t in any pain, and I felt incredibly safe, happy. I don’t know how long we were cuddled together like that, but it felt like a couple minutes. Just as I worked up the nerve to ask if I was dead, she sat up, looking around excitedly as if she were seeing something I couldn’t. I started to feel pressure and a bit of pain in my chest. “I want you to know I will always love you, James. But you have to go back now. I want you to be happy now.” She kissed me softly and suddenly I was transported back to the cold wet ground, a searing pain in my left hand. House was kneeling beside me, pushing down on my abdomen with his hands, and shouting at me, calling me an idiot.
2.
“What kind of moron are you?” Greg shouted. He too was kneeling over me, only in this world he was examining me, trying to see what my injuries were. “You’re up on a roof in a lightning storm.”“I was fixing the satellite dish,” I moaned, attempting to sit up. House held me down, mumbling something about needing to clear my neck. “The cable went out again.” It was on my mind to tell House about what I’d seen and experienced, but…well, I didn’t think he’d understand, or care.
“It’s pouring rain, you idiot. You could have been killed. Consider yourself lucky.” He continued to examine me.
“I electrocuted myself. My heart stopped! How is any of that lucky?” I complained, staring at the nasty, reddish-pink burn on my palm from where I made contact with the dish. “And since you have almost died on me—what was it four times now?—I really don’t think you should be whining about one little accident.”
“You’re lucky because I came home in time to see you get the shock, and get to you in less than a minute. Plus, I was able to revive you. If I hadn’t been standing in front of the building at the exact moment, you probably would have died.” He looked over the edge of the roof and waved his hands. “The paramedics are here.” I nodded, too tired and in too much pain to think of another clever retort.
3.
Later, Greg sat at my bedside, watching over me and berating my doctors. Even though I knew it would annoy him, and probably give Greg an opportunity to mock me, I needed to talk to him about what had happened to me while I was—at least partially—dead.
“I saw Amber,” I announced at last; sometime around midnight. Greg lifted his head, and bit down on his lower lip slightly. “We were in this…comforting white room and she held me in her arms and told me she loved me, and then when you started CPR she kissed me. And I know what you’re going to say, that it was just my dying brain desperately trying to make sense of what was happening to it. How the lack of oxygen caused me to hallucinate. I know you think I was meaningless but I really felt something. I think it was real. No, I know it was real and nothing you can say will ever convince me otherwise.”
“Are you going to try and off yourself so you can spend more time with her, or experience something equally comforting?” I shook my head back and forth, rapidly. “Are you dying or severely ill in some way and in need of treatment?” I shook my head again. “If you were, would you refuse lifesaving treatment in order to possibly experience whatever you thought you saw and felt again?”
“Well since I don’t have a life-threatening illness, it’s kind of impossible to say how I’d really react in such a situation, but I can’t imagine a world in which I wouldn’t want to keep living. I like my life…our life. I like hanging out with you. I love my job. I love my car, and I love too many other fun things about being alive to give up on it.”
“Well then, there’s really no point in me trying to change your mind about the hallucination or whatever it was,” House replied. “And honestly, I wouldn’t want to be friends with you if I could change your mind on such an important life issue just like that,” he explained, snapping his fingers. “So, tell me about your vision. What was she wearing? Did you touch her breasts?”
“Yeah, I’m not sharing those kinds of details with you,” I chided, smiling.
“That’s a no,” he smirked, grabbing my water glass and taking a big sip. This made me think about what Amber had said about being happy. As annoying as he could be, House was the one I really wanted. He was the one who made me happy.