I haven't written anything for many years but I am hoping to get back into it! I would love to hear any criticism or remarks you may have. Set after 6.11
"I don't care that she was quite possibly the hottest girl i'd seen all month, I just can't do anything with a girl who calls me Daddy," House explained as he stole another one of Wilson's fries. Chase and Foreman exchanged a look of disgust, not wanting to hear about their bosses sexual endeavours while they ate their hospital cafeteria lunches.
Cameron and Cuddy remained indifferent to the anecdote, my best guess is that overexposure has rendered them somewhat immune to House's special brand of crude. Wilson stopped mid-bite, blinked comically and then excused himself citing ,"I have a consult to get to.'
"I know right, I Just can't deal with the whole Daddy Issues trope in bed", I shared empatheticaly as I took another bite of my overpriced, slightly stale, but edible salad.
That got everyones attention, especially Cameron's, who settled on blushing and adverting eye contact.
"Funny, the girl with Daddy Issues is turned off by other girls with Daddy Issues, who would've thought?", asked House rhetorically as he moved onto Cuddy's chips, she seemed to have lost her appetite.
"You don't have Daddy Issues do you?", asked Chase somewhat naively as he as well adverted eye contact. His question on the other hand managed to get everybody's attention at the table.
"Of course she does Wombat! Why do you think I haven't tried anything with Thirteen? I know what pretty girls like her can be like when the get their Daddy-deprived clutches in an older guy.", Slightly hurt I became suddenly very interested with the brownish lettuce on my plate. Before I could think to say anything I realised I had bitten off more than I could chew, quite literally. My face turned blue tinged, as human nature dictated my movements and I reached for my throat, coughing and successfully signalling my distress.
"She's choking!", Cuddy unnecessarily pointed out, as if none of us were Doctors.
Funny what happens to you when your body thinks you're dying, for me everything became silent and lights became overbearingly bright, the feeling of panic was inherent of choking but still overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
"Oh my Gawd, is anybody here a doctor?", sarcastically exclaimed House as Foreman vacated his seat and moved towards me with clinical urgency.
"uch" "uch" "ugh ugh ugh", quite pathetically I was able to, with the aid of Foreman, cough up a piece of tender chicken which after closer inspection I learnt was no bigger than my thumb.
"Are you okay Remy?!", I would know that worried voice anywhere, Allison Cameron, such a beautiful face to be marred by concern. Looking at me eyebrows furrowed in concern and expectant of an answer I managed to pitifully croak out two words, "I'm good"
No one seemed convinced.
Cuddy, no longer in shock of my near death, jolted into action and handed me a half glass of water with the instructions, "drink slowley". With a shaky hand I moved the straw so that I could take a couple sips and then lowered the glass to the table.
After everybody had seen that I was alright and no longer in any immediate danger they left one by one, Cameron with a lingering gaze, until there was two.
"Thirteen, are you sure you are alright?", seriously inquired Foreman as we started to clear the table and get back to House's office.
"Im sure, it wasn't even that serious!", I explained slightly irritated, I knew I was shaken up but it was hardly a traumatic experience. We entered the elevator silently as Foreman seemingly thought of what he could say next as to not upset me further.
"It kind of was. You turned blue! It was scary Thirteen, Allison thought we wouldn't be able to get the food out in time! We thought for a moment that you might die.", This time it was Foreman who got upset, as we exited the elevator and turned into House's office I remained silent. Foreman offered no more conversation.