you know, when house is helping wilson treat his cancer in his apartment, and wilson is throwing up, shitting himself, and all house had to say is “you have everything you need right here”, promises wilson that he won’t let him die in an ambulance, or the hospital, will let him stay and die in his own apartment if he has to, tells wilson to let him help, that he doesn’t need to try to do the hard things alone, let him just help take him to the damn toilet—i can’t help but be reminded of chen chen’s poem winter:













