Rain dripped solemnly down glass that wore a name, a scent, an autograph of the man inside them... House's blue gems peered out into the grey of autumn as a heavy sigh mimicked the winds.
His mind shot past imej of worn fields, snow-covered backyards, strictly shielded army bases, buku and essays, A's unnoticed, F's highlighted, punishments and birthday wishes... He started thinking about his life.
Yes, he saw Cuddy in college, Wilson in jail... Stacy in tears.
He saw a whole leg, a half one, he saw his own fear of having no leg at all somewhere in there too... that fear still lingered, he...
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