A/N: I’m in such a writing mood today sooo… Here’s chap 2 …I hope آپ 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 سے طرف کی The Cranberries. It will appear in the last chap… So to the fic right?
“House, clinic duty now.” Cuddy کہا as she watched House sitting in his chair.
“God woman, آپ don’t even care that I almost die in a car accident two months ago.” House کہا 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 پچھواڑے, گدا 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 کہا as he moved his wheelchair backwards. “Oh and سے طرف کی 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 محفوظ 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 آپ I have an abdominal pain and I barfed this morning and yesterday I was fine.” House nodded at her respond and trailed his wheelchair اگلے to the patient. He took the end of her شرٹ, قمیض and raised it.
“What the hell are آپ doing? I’m not pregnant آپ know I’m 16, thank you” She کہا as she pulled her شرٹ, قمیض down and slapped his hand. House glanced at her awkwardly.
“How did آپ know my diagnosis was آپ 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, آپ just have a stomach bug. “ He wrote something in his prescription board and handed it to her.
“Why are آپ in a wheelchair?” The girl asked holding the doorknob before opening the door.
“Why are آپ interested?” House said. He didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his accident.
“Nothing آپ just look miserable. Are آپ going to stay in the wheelchair forever?” The girl کہا closing the door and sat down again.
“Are آپ gonna stay in this room forever?” He کہا with sarcasm, he didn’t know why but this girl was …well he could say nice.
“No until آپ tell me. It must be hard to be as cripple and then-“
“How do آپ 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 آپ and I know your mind. I have to go.” The girl took her کوٹ 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 کہا as she watched House sitting in his chair.
“God woman, آپ don’t even care that I almost die in a car accident two months ago.” House کہا 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 پچھواڑے, گدا 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 کہا as he moved his wheelchair backwards. “Oh and سے طرف کی 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 محفوظ 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 آپ I have an abdominal pain and I barfed this morning and yesterday I was fine.” House nodded at her respond and trailed his wheelchair اگلے to the patient. He took the end of her شرٹ, قمیض and raised it.
“What the hell are آپ doing? I’m not pregnant آپ know I’m 16, thank you” She کہا as she pulled her شرٹ, قمیض down and slapped his hand. House glanced at her awkwardly.
“How did آپ know my diagnosis was آپ 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, آپ just have a stomach bug. “ He wrote something in his prescription board and handed it to her.
“Why are آپ in a wheelchair?” The girl asked holding the doorknob before opening the door.
“Why are آپ interested?” House said. He didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his accident.
“Nothing آپ just look miserable. Are آپ going to stay in the wheelchair forever?” The girl کہا closing the door and sat down again.
“Are آپ gonna stay in this room forever?” He کہا with sarcasm, he didn’t know why but this girl was …well he could say nice.
“No until آپ tell me. It must be hard to be as cripple and then-“
“How do آپ 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 آپ and I know your mind. I have to go.” The girl took her کوٹ 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
