It has been so long that I figured most of you will have forgotten about me completely... well, I'm not dead, as it happens. And I recently, after months, wrote this... It's intense and involves my usual ingredients: angst, friendship, drama and hopefully insight. I thought I'd post it here to notify all of you that I'm still here, and not just those on the fanfic spot. It's really quite long, but it has a certain flow to it (I've heard... you know me, I won't believe its good until someone says so) that makes it very easy to read. This follows House fresh out of Mayfield... the rest will...
House describes Wilson as "a buddy of mine people say 'Thank you' to, when he tells them they are dying."After Wilson suffers his third failed marriage, House theorizes that Wilson feels a need to "fix" the vulnerable women he meets, and when they become well-adjusted with Wilson's help, he becomes discontent and moves on.House also describes Wilson as an "emotional vampire".On a date with Lisa Cuddy, Wilson evades a question as to whether or not he wants children.
However, Wilson defends House when House's career is in jeopardy, after billionaire entrepreneur and then chairman of...
The episode begins with a view shot of the supposedly-Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, a faint, annoying sound in the playing in the background. And as seconds go by, we finally realize that the buzzing, strumming, or perhaps ticking noise was intended to initiate suspense. As if the spoilers swimming around the internet hasn't caused that already. Back to the episode: We see random shots of clinic patients and staff in slow motion, and if you have already watched the episode like I have, you'd notice that the only actual faces we're actually seeing are the people who will be taken...
[Shot of squash court, two girls, best friends, playing against each other. After the game, shot of changing room, they are just about to leave.]
Anna (1st girl): I’ll see you tomorrow. Give you another thrashing.
Leah (2nd girl): Yeah, we’ll see about that! (laughs) Need a lift?
Anna: No, I’ll walk home.
Leah: OK. Bye
[Both girls leave at the same time. Leah gets in her car and drives off. Anna is walking in the same direction. Shot of her heart, beating normally. Shot of her walking. Another shot of her heart, now beating erratically. Shot of her vomiting, then collapsing.]