A/N: I’m in such a Schreiben mood today sooo… Here’s chap 2 …I hope Du like it… Plot twist watch out… And here is where the Mary Sue enters but you’ll like her I swear.. Oh and I got inspired in the song Just my Imagination Von The Cranberries. It will appear in the last chap… So to the fic right?
“House, clinic duty now.” Cuddy sagte as she watched House sitting in his chair.
“God woman, Du don’t even care that I almost die in a car accident two months ago.” House sagte not turning his eyes from his computer monitor.
“House. Clinic. Now!” Cuddy ordered. House turned around. He could still catch the guilt in Cuddy’s eyes. She had been blaming herself for what had happened but House knew she wasn’t guilty for anything. He was, he had been the stubborn arsch who wouldn’t obey her and he was the one that had played the game until Cuddy couldn’t do anything else but take his motorcycle causing him to use his car.
House was guilty and he felt every part of that guilt specially when he stared at Cuddy, she was suffering as well and that was hurting him. He cared for her because she had been there while he recovered. Wilson had been there too but he didn’t feel guilty.
“Ok, ok woman. I will go. I’ll go running.” He sagte as he moved his wheelchair backwards. “Oh and Von the way that was sarcasm since I obviously can’t walk. And even if I wasn’t stuck in this chair I would still be incapable of running because I have no muscle tissue.” He passed Cuddy leaving her destroyed.
The poor girl had been scold over the fault of his older brother and even though the girl didn’t do anything wrong she still felt bad and she wished she could rescue his older brother. She loved him so much she didn’t care the punishment she had to go through but as long as he was safe, sicher from his father she will take anything.
Cuddy allowed herself to spill some drops over his forgotten cane.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
“So what’s wrong again?” House asked the annoyed teenager.
“I have told Du I have an abdominal pain and I barfed this morning and yesterday I was fine.” House nodded at her respond and trailed his wheelchair Weiter to the patient. He took the end of her hemd, shirt and raised it.
“What the hell are Du doing? I’m not pregnant Du know I’m 16, thank you” She sagte as she pulled her hemd, shirt down and slapped his hand. House glanced at her awkwardly.
“How did Du know my diagnosis was Du were pregnant?” He asked.
“You are predictable. But going back to the point I’m sick remember.” He moved closer to the girl.
“No, you’re not, Du just have a stomach bug. “ He wrote something in his prescription board and handed it to her.
“Why are Du in a wheelchair?” The girl asked holding the doorknob before opening the door.
“Why are Du interested?” House said. He didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his accident.
“Nothing Du just look miserable. Are Du going to stay in the wheelchair forever?” The girl sagte closing the door and sat down again.
“Are Du gonna stay in this room forever?” He sagte with sarcasm, he didn’t know why but this girl was …well he could say nice.
“No until Du tell me. It must be hard to be as cripple and then-“
“How do Du know I’m a cripple?” This girl was freaking House out.
“You won’t believe me if I told you.”
“I believe in everything but God.” The girl glanced at the floor, she shyly raised her head. She was mysterious, that’s why House liked her. She seemed to be an interesting puzzle.
“Let’s say I know Du and I know your mind. I have to go.” The girl took her mantel and put it one. She then left a confused Gregory House with a file in his hands. In the file she saw the telephone.
He was about to discover the truth but he would be blind about it for a good couple of months. What is the truth? He
“House, clinic duty now.” Cuddy sagte as she watched House sitting in his chair.
“God woman, Du don’t even care that I almost die in a car accident two months ago.” House sagte not turning his eyes from his computer monitor.
“House. Clinic. Now!” Cuddy ordered. House turned around. He could still catch the guilt in Cuddy’s eyes. She had been blaming herself for what had happened but House knew she wasn’t guilty for anything. He was, he had been the stubborn arsch who wouldn’t obey her and he was the one that had played the game until Cuddy couldn’t do anything else but take his motorcycle causing him to use his car.
House was guilty and he felt every part of that guilt specially when he stared at Cuddy, she was suffering as well and that was hurting him. He cared for her because she had been there while he recovered. Wilson had been there too but he didn’t feel guilty.
“Ok, ok woman. I will go. I’ll go running.” He sagte as he moved his wheelchair backwards. “Oh and Von the way that was sarcasm since I obviously can’t walk. And even if I wasn’t stuck in this chair I would still be incapable of running because I have no muscle tissue.” He passed Cuddy leaving her destroyed.
The poor girl had been scold over the fault of his older brother and even though the girl didn’t do anything wrong she still felt bad and she wished she could rescue his older brother. She loved him so much she didn’t care the punishment she had to go through but as long as he was safe, sicher from his father she will take anything.
Cuddy allowed herself to spill some drops over his forgotten cane.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
“So what’s wrong again?” House asked the annoyed teenager.
“I have told Du I have an abdominal pain and I barfed this morning and yesterday I was fine.” House nodded at her respond and trailed his wheelchair Weiter to the patient. He took the end of her hemd, shirt and raised it.
“What the hell are Du doing? I’m not pregnant Du know I’m 16, thank you” She sagte as she pulled her hemd, shirt down and slapped his hand. House glanced at her awkwardly.
“How did Du know my diagnosis was Du were pregnant?” He asked.
“You are predictable. But going back to the point I’m sick remember.” He moved closer to the girl.
“No, you’re not, Du just have a stomach bug. “ He wrote something in his prescription board and handed it to her.
“Why are Du in a wheelchair?” The girl asked holding the doorknob before opening the door.
“Why are Du interested?” House said. He didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his accident.
“Nothing Du just look miserable. Are Du going to stay in the wheelchair forever?” The girl sagte closing the door and sat down again.
“Are Du gonna stay in this room forever?” He sagte with sarcasm, he didn’t know why but this girl was …well he could say nice.
“No until Du tell me. It must be hard to be as cripple and then-“
“How do Du know I’m a cripple?” This girl was freaking House out.
“You won’t believe me if I told you.”
“I believe in everything but God.” The girl glanced at the floor, she shyly raised her head. She was mysterious, that’s why House liked her. She seemed to be an interesting puzzle.
“Let’s say I know Du and I know your mind. I have to go.” The girl took her mantel and put it one. She then left a confused Gregory House with a file in his hands. In the file she saw the telephone.
He was about to discover the truth but he would be blind about it for a good couple of months. What is the truth? He
