A/N: So, to begin, I am a crazy Broadway freak. Currently I am in love with 13. And some lines totally reminded me of House. So it's lines of 13 incorporated into this little drabble. It was written in literally 10 minutes, and is not betaed, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own House, or 13 the musical
This is your life...at least until Disney can rewrite it.
Nothing before, nothing after. All you have is this moment, and you do anything but live in the moment.
This is your life with a shitty thigh, and a crooked limp.
This is your life watered down to about a dozen Vicoden a day.
This is your life watching them move in together. Watching her fully release herself of you.
And it's for the best, because she loves him and shit.
They fit together like a puzzle you've just solved. And you're alone-not that it's anything new.
You wanna get rich
Wanna get drunk.
Wanna get out, cause this goddamn cage is so restricting. You're sick of Wilson's advice, you're new ducklings routine diagnoses, Cuddy's boobs, Foreman's passiveness, and Chase's hair getting in the way of your brilliant radical ideas.
Maybe you'll fly somewhere. Maybe you'll leave this regimen. Probably not though. The sky goes blue, and the sky goes black and you stay put.
She walks in to your office.
"Hey, hey, hey. Present for you." she chimes
"Engaged yet?"
She rolls her eyes and dumps a new file on your desk, "From the E.R." Cameron turns on her pointed heel, and exits dramatically.
This is your life. Stuck in your office, infatuated with Cuddy, enamored with Cameron.
This is your life, and Disney's pretty busy right now.
