He came back one uur later, this time he was not alone.
“Why do I have to knock?”
“Because if u knock, she will respond.”
He obeyed him. He knocked “Lisa open up”
Silence. He knocked again. Silence when he got tired he dialed her number and called there wasn’t a response either.
“She’s not answering House.”
“Great. I must break in again.”
He searched for the key when he founded he opened the door. All the lights were off except for one that came from her room.
They walked towards the room, the door was closed and there was silence. Silence had eaten the house. When they were in front of the door they open in very quietly.
They discovered the body. House immediately fell on his knees volgende to her slumbered body, he wanted to wake her up. He couldn’t, he realized she had passed away. Wilson had just been staring shocked, his eyes were crying but he didn’t notice. House wasn’t crying he just held the body. He was desperate.
“Do something u idiot, call emergencies. Something, there must be something to be done.” House shouted to his friend. Wilson woke up and took the phone that was volgende to the nightstand.
House stared but not at Wilson, his eyes were on Lisa. His eyes were watering but he decided to not toon his feeling not now. He caressed her cheek which was sunk in a red liquid.
Wilson hung up and went to the House’s side but he stayed standing.
“Does she have a chance?”
“No.” Wilson fell volgende to his side, crying. He took one of the rigid hands and kissed it.
“I cannot take this.” He stood up and walked to the door. He left her alone with House but that wasn’t dangerous anymore.
House stayed there, holding her. He leaned to see her beautiful face for last time. Then he kissed her, her lips were ice cold and they weren’t roze anymore it was meer like a grey-blueish tone. He then stood up, his leg killing him but it didn’t matter. He was bathed in blood but it didn’t matter. He saw the note as he left the room but he didn’t care picking it up. Nothing mattered for him anymore because neither a note nor his best friend cries will bring her back.
She will stay dead forever.
To be continued
“Why do I have to knock?”
“Because if u knock, she will respond.”
He obeyed him. He knocked “Lisa open up”
Silence. He knocked again. Silence when he got tired he dialed her number and called there wasn’t a response either.
“She’s not answering House.”
“Great. I must break in again.”
He searched for the key when he founded he opened the door. All the lights were off except for one that came from her room.
They walked towards the room, the door was closed and there was silence. Silence had eaten the house. When they were in front of the door they open in very quietly.
They discovered the body. House immediately fell on his knees volgende to her slumbered body, he wanted to wake her up. He couldn’t, he realized she had passed away. Wilson had just been staring shocked, his eyes were crying but he didn’t notice. House wasn’t crying he just held the body. He was desperate.
“Do something u idiot, call emergencies. Something, there must be something to be done.” House shouted to his friend. Wilson woke up and took the phone that was volgende to the nightstand.
House stared but not at Wilson, his eyes were on Lisa. His eyes were watering but he decided to not toon his feeling not now. He caressed her cheek which was sunk in a red liquid.
Wilson hung up and went to the House’s side but he stayed standing.
“Does she have a chance?”
“No.” Wilson fell volgende to his side, crying. He took one of the rigid hands and kissed it.
“I cannot take this.” He stood up and walked to the door. He left her alone with House but that wasn’t dangerous anymore.
House stayed there, holding her. He leaned to see her beautiful face for last time. Then he kissed her, her lips were ice cold and they weren’t roze anymore it was meer like a grey-blueish tone. He then stood up, his leg killing him but it didn’t matter. He was bathed in blood but it didn’t matter. He saw the note as he left the room but he didn’t care picking it up. Nothing mattered for him anymore because neither a note nor his best friend cries will bring her back.
She will stay dead forever.
To be continued
