A/N: this is slightly AU because House was with Wilson before the infraction (it fitted the story better sorry)

One scar too many

If you asked me three month ago I could tell you in detail every scar that litters my lovers body, well ex-lovers. All of them, from the tiny scrapes to the self inflicted ones across his upper arms. I've felt them scars with my fingertips during the small hours of the morning while he slept beside me, I've kissed them scars while we made love, but now there's one scar that would stop me from fully answering your question.

Three month ago House suffered an infraction resulting in him having to walk with a cane and take more then the suggested amount of vicodin. He shut me out and I'm not sure if I have the energy to get him to open up again right now. I know it's selfish of me but I'm afraid of what will happen to us both if I try and fail. I see it in his eyes, so cold and distant all the time, it sends chills down my spine every time he looks at me. It's like when we first met, no one was trusted, no one was let in.

He tried to make it work at first, he really did but everything just got to much for him. Whenever we hugged on the sofa we had to make sure his leg was comfortable, it was even worse when I accidentally sat on the wrong side of him. After a while even that stopped, we just stayed our distance. I always thought that after a while it would get easier, but it just got more and more uncomfortable. I guess the split was inevitable, all I can do is hope that it isn't forever. I'll have to settle for our shoulders brushing together as we walk.

We've been through a lot me and House, but everyone has their limts.

Please tell me what you thought, and how I can improve. Thank you for reading.