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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 29, 2009 22:30:37 GMT -7
Wilson didn't know why she seemed so hell-bent on trying to get him to stay. He wrapped his hand around the coffee cup, enjoying the warm, comforting feeling. "And when I come back, the problems will still be there," he retorted. Wilson didn't know why he seemed so hell-bent on trying to convince her that it the right thing to do was for him to leave.
He lifted up the cup and took a long drink. "You have to understand why I want to leave, Angel."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 29, 2009 22:40:38 GMT -7
"Which is why you need to face them." Angel sighed, seeing how this was only going to go in circles. Rubbing her temples, she tried to look at it from a different approach. Sadly she was getting too frustrated to see it any other way other than Wilson trying to run away.
"You want to leave because of House. A man that you have for so long tried to help, fix, make better." Angel said, hoping she had gotten things right. "Of all people, someone who works with cancer patients should know that not everyone can be saved, made better. You can only save someone if they wish to be saved, and House refuses to be saved. Seeing House every day makes you feel as though you can't succeed." Suddenly she really wanted a drink even though she swore off alcohol.
"Look, I can't stop you from leaving. It's ultimately your choice." She sighed, looking at her luke warm coffee. "Just know that at least one person there will be rather let down that you're leaving."
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 5:22:03 GMT -7
She had made a good point but Wilson was beyond the point of reason. "House has a chance of fixing himself if I'm not around," he said, finally telling her what he'd been thinking earlier. "He won't have me to lean on, so he'll have to clean up his act if he doesn't want to get himself into serious trouble." He didn't know why he hadn't thought of leaving earlier. That one sentence made all of the sense in the world to him....And if House could cure himself than maybe Wilson could come back eventually. He'd just have to hope that his presence wouldn't revert House back to his old ways.
He finished off his coffee and placed the cup to the side. "House?" Wilson asked. He looke at her for a long time and then it hit him that that wasn't the right answer. "No.........you. Why? You barely even know me."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 30, 2009 6:54:22 GMT -7
Angel listened as Wilson made his explanations, finishing her cup of coffee. He did make sense,which was why Angel had resigned herself to letting him do what he wanted. If he truly saw it as the way to do things, then she couldn't stop him.
Of course he'd ask when she mentioned who it was going to miss him. Sighing, she looked down at the bottom of the empty mug, wondering how to respond to the inquiry. "There's something about you Wilson," She started, her cheeks turning a bright pink. "You just make me feel comfortable, relaxed, like I don't have to always portray my party girl image." She confessed. "When you touched my hand back in the lecture hall, I felt something, I don't know about you though." It had been a while since she'd had a steady boyfriend, but she wasn't expecting him to feel the same way. It was the story of her life.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 7:05:17 GMT -7
Wilson slowly nodded his head. He had, albeit briefly, felt something too. "That's just another reason I have to go," he stated. "I'm not ready to fall in love again...Not so soon after Amber's death." Sure, Amber would want him to move on with his life, but Wilson couldn't. The memory of Amber's final days were still deeply engrained in his brain.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 30, 2009 7:09:00 GMT -7
Angel's heart faltered. He'd lost his last girlfriend to death, something no one could ever stop. The man in front of her was complex, a whirl of mixed emotions. No wonder he needed time away. "I'm sorry..." She murmured. She was, considering he didn't need this on top of everything that was already going on. "Maybe I should go." She whispered loud enough that he could hear.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 7:15:00 GMT -7
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about," he replied, quietly. He nodded his head slightly when she said she should probably get going. He wasn't going to keep her here if she didn't want to stay. "We should do this again sometime." He didn't feel it necessary to add on, 'If I don't leave, that is.'
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 30, 2009 18:19:56 GMT -7
Angel hesitated, internally debating whether to stay or leave. Sighing, she moved to stand, grabbing her coat. She then rummaged through her purse to pull out a pen. Grabbing a napkin, she wrote down her cell as well as her home number. "If you ever need someone to talk to," She offered him the napkin. "Feel free to call me any time." She got up and moved out of the booth, standing next to him. "You're a good friend, don't ever forget that." She added, giving him a friendly kiss on the forehead. Pulling on her jacket, she exited the coffee shop and hoped Wilson would make the right decision.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Jan 30, 2009 23:09:38 GMT -7
Wilson folded up the napkin and placed it in his pocket. "I'll try not to forget."
After Angel left, he sat at the booth for a few more minutes contemplating how much life sucked. Once he was done mentally berating himself, he got up and went over to the counter to pay for the drinks.
All it would take was one stupid mistake by somebody (most likely House) and Wilson would be leaving Princeton-Plainsboro in a heartbeat.
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