James Wilson - grief

Hours, days, weeks, months have passed since the accident took the life of someone so dear to him.

During the short time of their relationship, Amber became almost the whole world for James, because he so often gave himself entirely to his beloved. This grief was incomparable to anything.

House didn't care. At least, that's what Wilson thought. His best friend simply left him, hanging the curtain of cynicism as usual.

James didn't know where to go because everything around him reminded him of Amber, as if her face, her touch, the smell of her perfume, everything was haunting him. He pretended that everything was fine...he tried.

He could stare at her photo for hours, or hold the note Amber left for him when she left to pick up House from the bar. Damn bar. Damn bus...

As usual, sitting in his office, James was thinking about quitting the hospital, because he had absolutely nothing to do here. No one loved Amber here, and no one needed him here either