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His eyes are heavy. He's just woken up from a long sleep, House knows. He barely opens his eyes to see Wilson. Oh. Well, tears finally blind his face. Without warning, he feels pain shooting through his joints, he can't help it, he doesn't even think about not doing it, he's in so much pain.
He knows he's never had so much pain in his life, as if he were going to die.
He clears his throat several times as his screams materialize into a horrible cry in which he can only pronounce the word Wilson at every turn. He screams until his voice is destroyed and his vocal cords ache, then it all stops when he can't feel himself anymore.
Hell is empty and all the demons are here.
Yes, that's it.
Or...
No...
Or...
Oh.
Well...
That's a new one.
Well, not really.
Because it'll all start again.
May I confide in you? I've left out a few details, just for my own amusement. Everyone fell for it, even the man himself, which is a bit rich for a man who died before your very eyes, damned to live out his worst nightmare for eternity.