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Warning: Nothing for the first couple of chapters...I guess? lol
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What am I doing?
House sucked it a sharp breath as he stared hard at his red and gray tennis ball.
Am I seriously thinking he could possibly love me? This is ridiculous!
He gripped the ball harder. He felt himself breaking.
He can't love me. He is man-whore of the hospital. Every woman loves him. I'm just his friend...his friend...if he barely calls me that...because thanks to good old asshole-House, I go and screw it up.
The ball hit the wall hard, but not hard enough to cause a flinch from his team in the other room. The prick of tears hit House's eyes and he let out a light cough before taking a deep breath and walking out to his team to begin a differential for a new patient.
Everything has to be okay.