This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter Thutner fic. Please let me know what you think
Disclaimer: Don't own House :(
Iris
Part 1
Chapter 1: And I'd give up forever to touch you
"Hold the elevator!" Kutner called, running through the lobby of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
He was running late due to the fact that he'd been up most of the night mindlessly watching television and trying to forget everything that had happened in the past three days.
To his relief, someone stuck their hand in the elevator door to stop it from closing. He couldn't tell who it was until he was in the elevator.
"Thanks," he said, stepping quickly into the elevator.
The person nodded silently.
Kutner looked over. It was his colleague, Thirteen, or whatever her real name was. Kutner thought back. Cuddy had used it three days ago, Hadley, or something to that effect.
She looked different today though. From the bags under her eyes, Kutner guessed the she hadn't slept at all that night, which, given the fact that they'd just pulled two all-nighters in a row, was a little bit concerning.
"You okay?" Kutner asked.
Thirteen nodded and gave him a fake smile that reminded him of the time she'd killed a patient, and then the next patient had allegedly seen and spoken to the patient that she killed.
This confirmed Kutner's suspicions that she was not okay. Something was in fact, very wrong inside her head. Kutner could only assume it was Amber's death. It had affected her the most, which Kutner hadn't really understood, seeing as how Thirteen and Amber had hated each other.
Kutner impulsively wanted to hug her and tell her things would go back to normal soon enough, that they would recover, and it would be okay, or at least to reach out and touch her arm, but this was Thirteen, she never needed anyone, she liked to deal with things on her own, so Kutner held himself back.
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open.
Thirteen took off down the hall, and Kutner followed, though he had to admit, there was something different about the way she carried herself. He just couldn't put his finger on it.