A/N: Mmmh What shall I say well maybe just that this will get interesting and if you don’t understand ;) you will Don’t worry… So back to the fic… And please, please review it’s heartbreaking to not see any new reviews. Thanks to the ones that do review you make me write more =) and well ok I’m getting cheesy… And SOOOOO so BUT sooo sorry for the late update I was having really hard time but now it’s ok =)So to the fic…
A knock was made at the exam room door. House put his PSP inside his jacket pocket and move out of the door’s way.
Cuddy slammed open the door, she had a file in her hands. She handed it to House and House glanced up. He had to admit that being on a wheelchair gave him a fantastic view. Cuddy noticed his eyes so she crossed her arms.
House took the file and read:
Abdominal pain, vomit, dehydration.
He recognized the symptoms, he had already treated them.
“Just to prove how magnificent I am, I solved this case 30 minutes ago.” He handed back the file but Cuddy didn’t accept it.
“No, she passed out, 25 minutes ago. So go and do something productive, instead of being locked here, playing in your PSP.” She said walking towards the door, she put her hand on the doorknob and wait for House’s respond.
“I’ll go running, well not literally since somebody left me in a wheelchair and even if I wasn’t I’ll be a cripple because of that same somebody.” Cuddy turned back and gave him a look full of guilt. She stepped out and slammed the door.
House didn’t know why she kept hurting her. He must not care for her but the truth was he did. He just wanted to treat her so bad he will make her forget her feelings for him and she’ll be happy. Or at least he thought that was it. He opened the door and started moving his wheels.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
“Nice to see you again House.” The girl spoke as he entered her room.
“I’m afraid I can’t say the same.” He shrugged. He moved his chair closer to her bed. While he checked her vital signs.
“That woman, I liked her.” She said while House placed his stethoscope in her heart, her pulse was still weak but the girl was full of life. Like if she hadn’t blacked out.
“What woman?” He asked glancing at her.
“Cuddy, she’s interesting.” She remembered the short, slim, blue-eyes woman. When the girl had finally opened her eyes Cuddy was there. And they had spoken a little conversation but they had talked. Noticing the raised brow in House’s face she answered.
“She feels so much guilt, it’s really interesting getting to know why.”House raised his brow even higher. What did this girl know?
The girl remembered the pain in Cuddy’s eyes, those eyes which remembered everything. The horrible hospital night she had gone through, House being unconscious, House’s leg wound. Those eyes were full of guilt and the girl hated to admit that. She saw the puzzled expression in House.
“Am I a puzzle?”House jumped at her question. He moved his chair backwards.
“If you were a thing you wouldn’t be sick.”He said to hide his amusement.
“Nice remark but it was slow. Admit it, I do intrigue you, at least that’s what your mind says.” She was revealing her secret but House didn’t get the indirect.
“I didn’t came here to get a free consult you, little psych.” The psych smirked.
“Great nickname. I’m indeed a psych, I can read minds. I can read yours. Are you afraid that you have no secrets to me?” She said this between laughter, House felt something within his spine. It was fear, he wasn’t safe anymore. The girl laughed harder and harder, louder and louder until all the room was filled by it. It was like watching the devil laugh. Then there was no pulse.
The laughter disappeared. And so did House, he went to the nurse’s station to get help.
In another room, the laughter was still awake. But it didn’t come from the psych neither from Cuddy or House. It came from the monitor that read someone vital signs. The laughter didn’t know its life would be short.
A knock was made at the exam room door. House put his PSP inside his jacket pocket and move out of the door’s way.
Cuddy slammed open the door, she had a file in her hands. She handed it to House and House glanced up. He had to admit that being on a wheelchair gave him a fantastic view. Cuddy noticed his eyes so she crossed her arms.
House took the file and read:
Abdominal pain, vomit, dehydration.
He recognized the symptoms, he had already treated them.
“Just to prove how magnificent I am, I solved this case 30 minutes ago.” He handed back the file but Cuddy didn’t accept it.
“No, she passed out, 25 minutes ago. So go and do something productive, instead of being locked here, playing in your PSP.” She said walking towards the door, she put her hand on the doorknob and wait for House’s respond.
“I’ll go running, well not literally since somebody left me in a wheelchair and even if I wasn’t I’ll be a cripple because of that same somebody.” Cuddy turned back and gave him a look full of guilt. She stepped out and slammed the door.
House didn’t know why she kept hurting her. He must not care for her but the truth was he did. He just wanted to treat her so bad he will make her forget her feelings for him and she’ll be happy. Or at least he thought that was it. He opened the door and started moving his wheels.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
“Nice to see you again House.” The girl spoke as he entered her room.
“I’m afraid I can’t say the same.” He shrugged. He moved his chair closer to her bed. While he checked her vital signs.
“That woman, I liked her.” She said while House placed his stethoscope in her heart, her pulse was still weak but the girl was full of life. Like if she hadn’t blacked out.
“What woman?” He asked glancing at her.
“Cuddy, she’s interesting.” She remembered the short, slim, blue-eyes woman. When the girl had finally opened her eyes Cuddy was there. And they had spoken a little conversation but they had talked. Noticing the raised brow in House’s face she answered.
“She feels so much guilt, it’s really interesting getting to know why.”House raised his brow even higher. What did this girl know?
The girl remembered the pain in Cuddy’s eyes, those eyes which remembered everything. The horrible hospital night she had gone through, House being unconscious, House’s leg wound. Those eyes were full of guilt and the girl hated to admit that. She saw the puzzled expression in House.
“Am I a puzzle?”House jumped at her question. He moved his chair backwards.
“If you were a thing you wouldn’t be sick.”He said to hide his amusement.
“Nice remark but it was slow. Admit it, I do intrigue you, at least that’s what your mind says.” She was revealing her secret but House didn’t get the indirect.
“I didn’t came here to get a free consult you, little psych.” The psych smirked.
“Great nickname. I’m indeed a psych, I can read minds. I can read yours. Are you afraid that you have no secrets to me?” She said this between laughter, House felt something within his spine. It was fear, he wasn’t safe anymore. The girl laughed harder and harder, louder and louder until all the room was filled by it. It was like watching the devil laugh. Then there was no pulse.
The laughter disappeared. And so did House, he went to the nurse’s station to get help.
In another room, the laughter was still awake. But it didn’t come from the psych neither from Cuddy or House. It came from the monitor that read someone vital signs. The laughter didn’t know its life would be short.
House and Wilson are best buddies!
