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Então, boa pergunta quem sou eu? Quem é você? Irei tentar me resumir de forma breve, pois me considero uma pessoa bem de...
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After the alleged death of House, the Princeton-Plainsboro hospital did not stop receiving the most unusual patients with Dr. Robert Chase. Not to mention the turn in the life of the doctor Alisson Cameron who became a mother and would need to return to the new Jesse due to her husband's job. Wilson and House's vacation also went from bad to worse always with a new problem due to House's ignorance or Wilson's cancer. As usual life goes on and each of them was dealing with the difficulties that life imposes.
My little fanfic will talk a little about Wilson's last moments and the thoughts that went through House's head. It is a way of honoring and saying goodbye to the series that I love so much.
House will have to learn to live without his one and only best friend, Wilson. You will have to learn to deal with your pain and with your new challenges alone, you will cling to what most values your intelligence, your intellect, your logic and rationalization. Keeping away from everyone to protect yourself for fear of suffering and being hurt again. Pain changes people... and if it wasn't enough that he suffered with his leg most of his life, now he suffers with a pain that maybe Vicodin won't solve.
One day, House receives a visit from two supposed medical students: Angelina Hooper and Tate LaBianca. Together, the two reveal things about the Doctor's mysterious past - things House insisted on leaving behind - and it makes him think twice about digging deeper and finding out who they really are. But Angelina looks so familiar, so…familiar. Is she some familiar stranger? Or is it all just a coincidence?
"I suffered from my own actions. It no longer had any meaning and importance to be able to breathe, make my heart beat, live without my leg bothering me. Vicodin doesn't heal the mind. Nothing will heal. [...] How I fed the vain hope that Wilson's death was a mistake, as mine was for him... But that wasn't going to happen. I saw him die. I was there with him. And I would never forget all he did for me."