THIS IS JUST A STORY I CAME UP WITH. PLEASE REVIEW J
DON'T OWN IT. WOULD LOVE IT IF I DID.
Standing there, with Thirteen volunteering to take the painful medicine, it just didn't feel right, even to House. She already had nerve damage, and he didn't want her to die even faster. Truth was, she was a good doctor, and was fascinating. Of course, House wouldn't admit that.
"No. You're not going to take it." House said, drawing himself up to his full height.
"It makes sense. I'm dying, so what does it matter? Plus, I'm a doctor. It's our job to take care of them." Thirteen said, folding her arms. House resisted the urge to smirk. She wasn't intimidated. In a way, he was proud of her. No, get that thought out of your head, you idiot. Wait, did I just call myself an idiot? House thought to himself.
"I'm your boss, and I'm saying your not taking it. I'm taking it." House said, preparing to inject himself.
"Like you're a better candidate than me for it!" Thirteen yelled.
"Yeah, but I'm the one with the vicodin." House replied, then injected the medicine, and popped a vicodin in his mouth.
I KNOW, SHORT, BUT COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND REVIEW, PLEASE? IF I GET ENOUGH, I MIGHT CONTINUE.