Good story! You did a believable job getting inside House's head. I especially liked:
House reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of Wilson’s hand, just to make sure that he was still there, not a figment of his imagination. But no, he was there, solid and warm, and House told himself to let go. He was being silly, a grown man acting like a child – and he hadn’t even acted like a child when he was a child.
But he couldn’t let go, because holding onto Wilson made him real, made it impossible for him to leave House.
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regna
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Date: 2008-06-09 08:06 pm (UTC)House reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of Wilson’s hand, just to make sure that he was still there, not a figment of his imagination. But no, he was there, solid and warm, and House told himself to let go. He was being silly, a grown man acting like a child – and he hadn’t even acted like a child when he was a child.
But he couldn’t let go, because holding onto Wilson made him real, made it impossible for him to leave House.
That's *very* nice! Keep writing!