DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, but i REALLY wish i did. I do own Devon though ;)

A/N: Very first FanFiction, please be kind but honest.

I'm Used to Pain

Prologue

All he could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his chest as he ran across campus trying to get to class on time. He was cutting it close, but he knew if he ran a little faster he could make it. He picked up his speed and ran even harder, while juggling his books and dodging all the other students milling around.

He could just see the doors of his chemistry class up ahead; he was going to make it! He went to reach for the handle, but as soon as his fingers grazed the cold metal, the door opened. Pain exploded through his nose, and radiated up into his skull. As he hit the ground with a 'thud' he saw the horrified look on the girl's face that had opened the door. As he went down his head bounced of the concrete beneath him, then everything turned to black.

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Chapter 1

The first thing he noticed when he slowly came to, was pain. His nose felt as though it was the size of a boulder and hurt like hell! His head was buzzing and the fingers on his right hand were throbbing. Next, he became aware of the sounds around him, there was a slight murmuring and a girl's loud frantic voice.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" said the voice.

He tried his best to reply, but all that came out was a mumbling of, "huh? Door…ow."

The girls voice became less worried when she finally heard the young man able to get out what would have to pass as a sentence. "Yea I kind of hit you with it," she said remorsefully, "do you think you can open your eyes?"

The young man on the ground mumbled something intangible but managed to slowly crack open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the face of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, which wasn't such a horrible thing to wake up to when you have been knocked on your ass by a door. She had beautifully curly dirty blond hair, with great big chocolate colored eyes, also from what he could see of her, she had Julia Robert's lips. Her nose was just slightly crooked but it did not make her look unattractive or take away from her beauty at all, he found it endearing. She also had a scar that cut across her right finely sculpted eyebrow.

He was not prepared for such beauty so when he opened his mouth all that came out was, "ow." He kicked himself mentally but that changed when he saw her smile. She had the most radiant smile he had ever seen. She had perfect teeth, except for the slight crookedness of the bottoms and dimples at the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah," she said, still smiling, "that probably did hurt. I think I may have broken your nose." It was only then that he noticed the taste of blood in his mouth. Though all he could do was stare at her. God, she was beautiful! Her eyes then left his face and she touched his right hand. Picking it up she examined his fingers and she added, "and probably your middle and ring finger as well, they seem to be crooked. Let's get you up on your feet, and I'll take you do the nurses' office."

Finally he came back to his senses and remembered why he were running in the first place; chemistry. The young man felt dread creep up inside of him; Mr. Jenkins was going to have a fit. He absolutely did not appreciate lateness especially by him. Crap!

"No, I've got to get to class, I'm probably already late. I'll go to the nurse later," he rushed out while slowly trying to get to his feet.

The blond beauty, still holding his hand, tried to help him up without causing any more injury to his right fingers. She did not think letting him go to class with a probable concussion, two broken fingers and nose was a good idea.

"I really think you should go now, you might have a concussion. I mean your head hit the ground pretty damn hard," she told him.

When he got to his feet the world lurched and spun in a dizzying fashion, and he stumbled into the blond trying to hold his balance, but careful not to take her down with him. Thankfully she held strong and her right hand grabbed his shoulder while her left landed on his right side. Maybe she's right. I probably do have a concussion if my pounding head is anything to go by, he thought to himself. Also how the hell am I going to write notes if I can't use my hand?

"Okay. Yeah you're probably right," he mumbled.

"Come on I'll help you walk there so you don't fall over," she said "hold on a second, I think I have a tissue for you first. You're bleeding pretty badly from your nose."

She reached into her backpack and took out a travel sized tissue package. Thank God for that, he thought. He took about ten tissues and very gingerly held it to his nose.

"Fuck that hurts," he hissed when he touched his tender nose.

"Yeah I can imagine it does," she replied, "it looks swollen already." She grimaced as she looked at his nose. She then took his left arm and put it over her shoulders and then slipped her right arm around his middle for extra support. As they started the slow trek to the nurses' office, which thankfully wasn't that far, he noticed people staring at them, mostly at him because of his bloody nose. They did make a funny looking pair walking as they were. She was probably only 5'4, so she was tiny compared to his 6'3 frame

"They probably think you punched me," he said to the blond while still looking ahead. His right hand was still holding the bloody tissue to his nose trying to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it was not working out so well because of his broken fingers getting in the way. Every time he put more pressure his fingers would give a spike of pain, then his nose would start to whine even louder.

He saw her glance at him, then the people staring at them as they walked. She had a confused look on her face, why would people think that? I have no reason to want to punch him, she thought to herself.

"Why would people think that?" she asked curiously.

As he looked down at her to answer, she finally noticed his eyes. When he had first opened his eyes she hadn't paid much attention to him besides the fact that she had hit him with a door and he was hurt. Now, that she's gotten her brain out of panic mode she's finally noticed that he had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. They were absolutely gorgeous, she had no idea someone could have such beautiful eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he said, "new at Michigan?" She nodded slightly and turned to look ahead, still confused and he did the same while mumbling "Then you will learn." They walked in silence for a couple of minutes. It was then that he noticed that he didn't know her name. As he opened his mouth to ask, she beat him to it.

"My name is Devon," she paused then added in a sheepish voice, "and I'm very sorry about hitting you with that door."

He again looked down at her, "Greg," he replied, "and I am very sorry you hit me with that door." He heard Devon chuckle, then her beautiful smile hit him again when she turned her head. He couldn't help himself, so he gently smiled at her then faced forward. The rest or the walk to the nurses' office was done in silence.

When they reached the doors he stopped, and Devon stopped as well and looked up at him confusion. When Greg realized that the door wasn't opening he looked down at her. God she really does smell good, he thought, like cinnamon with a hint something that is probably all her. Whoa, that sounded really creepy!

"Are you going to get the door?" Greg asked, "I can't really do it, since I can't stand on my own at the moment and have two broken fingers."

Devon's eyes widened, "Oh yeah, yeah sorry," she rushed out while grabbing for the door. They made it inside without further incident and an elderly nurse, maybe in her sixties, quickly rushed over to help.

"Greg, what the hell did you do now?" the nurse hollered.

"Doris, the science building door attacked me!" Greg whined like a seven year-old.

Doris' eyes narrowed and she glanced at Devon before looking back to Greg. "Are you sure it was the door that attacked you and not this young woman's fist?" Doris asked.

Greg widened his eyes and looked back and forth between Doris and Devon, "Why on earth would a beautiful girl like Devon here, want to attack me?" he said with mock shock.

Devon blushed when she heard the word 'beautiful' and continued to watch the exchange. She soon realized that these two were obliviously not strangers. If calling each other by name weren't a big enough giveaway, just the way they talked to each other would have been.

As Doris continued to question Greg's story, and Devon thought she should set the record straight. "Um, I hit him with the door," Devon hesitantly interrupted their bickering, "it was an accident. He was reaching of the door, and I opened it and hit him with it. Knocked him out cold for a minute," she told the elderly nurse. Doris looked at the young woman with narrowed eyes, for a couple seconds but then relaxed.

"Okay," she said, and then looked at Greg, "lets get you cleaned up."

"Oh, so you buy her story as soon as it comes out of her mouth, but when it comes to me you have to question every little detail. Sexism my dear friend!" Greg hollered.

"Oh would you shut up!" Doris yelled turning to face Greg, "I've had enough of you and your stories. You come in here all the time with stories about injuries and feeling to sick to go to class and how 'the other kids are mean to me" so I have had enough out of you Greg." Doris said exasperated.

Greg shut up quickly, and then quietly muttered something about the injustice of it all. Devon couldn't help but laugh at these two. They obviously liked each other but at the same time couldn't stand each other for very long. Devon turned back to Nurse Doris and asked where she should put Greg.

"You can set him down in that room over to the right, dear. I will begin the healing process after I get my supplies," Doris replied.

Greg and Devon slowly walked into the exam room that was specified and Devon sat him on the table.

"Are you going to be okay?" Devon asked worriedly.

"Yeah I will be fine once I get my face straightened out and my fingers put back together."

"Okay," Devon smiled.

Just then Doris came in with the supplies needed to fix up Greg. Devon turned to leave but was intercepted by Doris.

"Where are you going?" Doris asked

"I was going to leave and head back to my dorm room," Devon answered hesitantly, "Why?"

"I'm going to need you to stay until I'm done with him so you can take him home. He can't be walking around campus alone right now because he more then likely has a nasty concussion," Doris answered.

Greg, hearing this said, "No, no. Doris you know I don't need her to stay. I can make it back on my own. Really, you know its nothing I haven't done before." He then looked at Devon, "You can go, seriously."

Devon looked at Doris for confirmation that she could leave, but was denied.

"You're taking him home, so just sit tight while I work," Doris said with finality in her voice then turned to Greg.

Devon sat in a chair in the corner and watched as Doris worked.

"Greg, I need you let go of that tissue, so I can see your nose and how bad it is."

Once Greg lowered his hand Doris gently grabbed his face in between her hands and palpated his nose. It was clearly broken, as it veered off to the right a little more then slightly. Every time Doris touched his nose Greg grimaced and flinched away from the pain, but Doris held strong. Devon felt for the young man, it probably hurt like hell. As Doris put her thumbs on either side of the bridge of his nose Devon cringed because she knew what was going to happen next.

"Okay Greg you know the drill. Don't move!" the nurse told him.

"Oh fuck this is going to hurt," Greg muttered.

"On three…One…Two…Three!"

Doris snapped his nose back into place, as Greg hollered as tears sprang to his eyes. Devon could already see black forming under his eyes. Shit, that must have been painful thought Devon. Greg was breathing heavily and had his hand up guarding his nose against any more pain.

"This is what happens when you refuse go to the hospital to get this stuff done," Doris told him.

"It's fine. I can breath better and it's as straight as it's going to get," Greg replied, tears still in his eyes from the pain.

"Alright if you say so," Doris sighed, "any more injuries?"

"My fingers," Greg said.

Doris gently took his right hand in hers and examined his two fingers. She also put those back into place which an audible crack which made Devon wince and Greg moan in pain. She then looked through her supplies and splinted his fingers and his nose. She then checked his eyes with a penlight for concussion. Turns out it wasn't as bad as previously thought, so there was some good news. Greg was then told to take some Aspirin for the headache. She then wrote him a note explaining his absence from class and put in his left hand.

"Alright that will do it, now you can get out of my sight. And don't you dare come back for at least a month." Doris told Greg teasingly, but there was truth to her words as well. "The longer you stay away the better."

"But Doris how could I survive not seeing your beauty every week. That's the only reason I am in here giving you lame stories. I couldn't bear to stay away from you that long. How would I cope? Oh Doris don't you love…" Greg rambled, before the elderly nurse interrupted.

"Find a way to cope. Now get out, you're taking up to much of my time."

"Fine I'll leave for now. See yea Doris," replied Greg with a smile. As he slowly left the room he gave Doris a kiss on the cheek and was out the door with Devon following close behind.

"Bye Doris," she called back.

Doris smiled in return.

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A/N: Please review, I am open to any feedback since this is the first story that I have ever written. Thank you :)