Author's Notes: Written out of necessity caused by extreme boredom today in Choir. Not that I don't love the class, we just seriously need to do stuff more often. Again, one of my tiny little one-shots that seem to be the only thing I can write.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to do these?
Sensitive was one thing that Greg House could never be. He can't stand caring, kind, or sweet people. In fact, he hates the words themselves, so much they make him feel sick to his stomach if he thinks about them long enough. When Foreman had been infected by that terrible disease that left the whole hospital shaken, all House could feel was annoyance that he might have to train another employee. When he had torn apart Cameron's naive and downright nonsensical crush on him, all he knew was that he was passing up a great opportunity to get laid. But that would have made work the next morning unnecessarily awkward, so he let her down easy. No, Doctor Gregory House had no compassion whatsoever. But if he cared so little, what was the warm, tight feeling he got deep in his chest when he saw Chase's silky blonde head on the pillow next to him each morning?