Hello people of Earth and Wisconsin! I love House M.D., so I've decided to try and write a fan fiction of it. To tell you the truth, this was the first fan fiction blot bunny that I ever had, and I've actually started to write it before, but I've lost the files I saved them under, and I think this is better anyway. If you don't like it, tough turtles.
Disclaimer: If I owned House, this would be a real episode.
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"Mom?" I whisper. "Mom, you're gonna be alright."
She shakes her head. "Sweetheart, you know I can't promise that." Her voice is hoarse. Her face is pale and she looks so fragile.
"Mom, you're going to be fine," I tell her, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.
"Poppy, you've been here for the past fifteen hours. Go eat something."
"Mom, I'm fine, I-"
"Go," she asserts. I nod and leave the room, walking down to the cafeteria.
Suddenly, I realize how hungry I am. Every once in a while I tell my mom I'm going to eat something, but I really only get a container of yogurt or an apple. I haven't eaten a real meal in almost a week.
I walk into the cafeteria and get a tray and a plate. First I head for the salad, but change my mind and walk over to get a sandwich. I stop halfway across the large room and walk back, deciding I deserve a salad and a sandwich. Then I get a piece of cake and a large Coke, in the hope that the caffeine will make up for my lack of sleep.
After I pay for my meal, I look around the room and spot what is probably the last empty table in the whole cafeteria. I sit down and begin wolfing down my food.
"That's my table," a voice says. I look up to see a middle-aged man standing over me.
"I'm sitting here," I tell him. Usually I try to be respectful to adults, but I haven't hardly slept or eaten in a week, and my mom is dying.
"I'm a doctor," he retaliates, sitting down.
"My mom's dying."
"I'm older."
"I'm a girl."
"I'm taller."
"I'm more mature."
"I'm smarter."
"I was sitting here first."
"I've been sitting here since before you were born."
"I'm not moving."
"Neither am I."
"I never said you had to," I finish.
He shrugs and begins to eat. I nearly laugh as he pushes aside the lettuce in his salad to reveal a steak. "Trick the lunch lady?" I ask sarcastically.
"Had to," he replies. "The big kids stole my lunch money."
I snort. "Who are you, anyway?" I ask.
"James Wilson," he replies easily.
"No you're not," I say, not looking up from my food. "James Wilson is my mother's doctor. I've met him."
"Who're you?."
"I asked first."
"I'm older."
"I'm finished eating."
"So?"
"So I'm going upstairs to see my mom now."
And with that I stand up and walk back up the stairs to my mom's hospital room.
When I got there, somehow, she was even worse than when I left.
"Poppy, I need to tell you something," she rasps, beckoning me closer.
"Yeah mom," I ask, swallowing hard.
"Y-your father…" she trails off, as if she can't find words.
"Mom, it's okay, we're all right, the two of us…"
She shakes her head. "Sweetheart, I'm not gonna…"
"Mom, don't say it!" I practically yell at her. "You're gonna be fine!"
"Greg," she says. "Gregory House."
And then the monitor beeps, long and steady, and my mother is gone.
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Well, I hope you like my first House MD fanfiction! I'm going to keep going with this. And, in case you didn't figure it out (Which I hope you did), then she was eating lunch with House.
By the way, I'm not really sure where exactly this takes place, so it's just kind of floating around in the middle of some episodes, so there may be some parts that seem later,and some that seem earlier, so...yeah...sorry.