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...You wouldn't happen to also have testicular cancer, would you? Wilson, I'm serious. If that was actually from you, go get screened right now.

This is you. I swabbed your piss. You’re pregnant, Wilson. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.

WHAT?

HOUSE.

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[With a childlike surprise] Dad!!

Yes, Ava?

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//YES I AM RAAA

Awesome!

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//I'm gonna be so real, spent like 30 minutes trying to think of how to say in character that House loves this, but I couldn't do it. HE LOVES IT THO AND SO DO I IT'S SO CUTE

Awesome!

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//OOC

HEY so i've been dealing with quite a bit recently, and it's been kinda hard to keep up with all of the asks and the rping. (yes I know some of it is out of character, fucking sue me, it's a RP account, i'm not a writer for the show.) I'm gonna be taking a small break from posting on here for a little while. I might answer some asks now and then, or respond to some mentions, but I don't currently have the capacity to keep up with everything. Sorry!!! Hopefully when i'm in a more stable position i'll be able to get back to being more consistent, but until then you guys are just gonna have to be patient. sorry bout this!

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I was kinda thinking…I mean you were sad as well during that Amber time. Your time with your only best friend was cut in half and your repressed feelings got even more repressed. Why else would you get wasted at a bar instead of your house? Because you knew your keys would be taken and you knew you would call Wilson and see him again. You never ment to see Amber instead, you wanted to see Wilson. You did have some part in her death but…People act like it was all your fault, when you were a hurting man during a hurting time. Dont take all the blame, please. You don’t deserve it all.

...

thanks..

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What if everything was fake. You’re not awake. You’re just imagining everything, and it’s all been a big hallucination.

What if.

Get.

OUT.

OF MY.

HEAD.

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[He lets out a small, shaky laugh. He shakes his head, and smiles sadly.]

Yeah. Maybe.. maybe I'm just hungry. Thanks, James.

[Barges into his damn office and hugs him tightly]

Dont you dare push me away, House. You need this. You arent hallucinating. She IS DEAD.

[His eyes widen and his arms are held up in the air, as he's unsure of what to do with them. He just stands there for a moment.] Wilson- Stop. I'm- [He pauses, before reluctantly hugging back] ...

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I'm so fucking sick of being haunted by her. and it was my fault. if I didn't need that fucking ride because I was drunk off my head then none of this would have fucking happened. Not her dying, not her somehow coming back, not the hallucinations, NONE OF IT. [He takes a shaky breath.] I'm... Sorry.

[Barges into his damn office and hugs him tightly]

Dont you dare push me away, House. You need this. You arent hallucinating. She IS DEAD.

[His eyes widen and his arms are held up in the air, as he's unsure of what to do with them. He just stands there for a moment.] Wilson- Stop. I'm- [He pauses, before reluctantly hugging back] ...

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No. It's not. [He tries his best to hold his usual angry, careless facade, but he sounds like he's choking back tears.] How is this possible? She died, Wilson. I watched it.. I watched her... It was my fault. She shouldn't have been on that damn bus. and now she's back, and she's fucking torturing me. I already have to deal with hallucinations of her. and now.. It's hard to tell what's real anymore. This shouldn't be possible. She shouldn't- [He closes his eyes tightly, and his hands tighten on the back of Wilson's shirt.] Why won't she leave me the fuck alone?

[Barges into his damn office and hugs him tightly]

Dont you dare push me away, House. You need this. You arent hallucinating. She IS DEAD.

[His eyes widen and his arms are held up in the air, as he's unsure of what to do with them. He just stands there for a moment.] Wilson- Stop. I'm- [He pauses, before reluctantly hugging back] ...

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[Barges into his damn office and hugs him tightly]

Dont you dare push me away, House. You need this. You arent hallucinating. She IS DEAD.

[His eyes widen and his arms are held up in the air, as he's unsure of what to do with them. He just stands there for a moment.] Wilson- Stop. I'm- [He pauses, before reluctantly hugging back] ...

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*hugs you and refuses to let go until you relax*

[Pushes you off of me] Don't fucking touch me.

I don't know you. I don't want anyone touching me, but especially not someone I don't know.

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You have missed a lot, dad.

-Ava.

Don't even. just. I don't want to know.

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house it's ok... it's ok house

No. No, it isn't.

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Are you trans? Still don’t know

No, I'm not trans. Nothing against them, either. I'm just not.

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hey pookie bear!

Disgusting, absolutely not.

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amber wants a threesome with you and wilson

Absolutely not. She- She shouldn't even be- GOD would you people just STOP TALKING about her?