Breathless
By: Lijep
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Breathless
It was the last thing he was expected. But seeing Stacy walk through the door of the clinic took his life by storm, just as it always had. He started at her white, creamy skin, clad in an all black outfit that accentuated her hair and eyes, and couldn't help but reach for the Vicodin. It may have been a knee-jerk reflex, but he felt as if he needed it right at that moment. If by any chance she chose to hurt him again, at least he wouldn't be in pain. He would be, as he always was, fine.
She talked to him, but he didn't know what she was saying or how to respond. All he could think about was her. Stacy. She was there, right in front of him in the flesh and blood. He glanced down at his feet and the sunlight glowed on her finger. Two rings on the left hand, one right on top the other. A sparkling diamond on a platinum band. Marriage.
He looked at the file in her hand. He couldn't catch his breath. The ring blinded him.
"I need your help," she muttered, not wanting anyone to hear what she was saying to him. He couldn't hear her either. Or maybe he didn't want to hear. For once, his curiosity left him. It packed up its bags, donned a bad Hawaiian shirt, and hopped on a plane, leaving House open mouthed and breathless. But maybe that was her. He could never be sure.
"I'm sorry…" he began, not sure what he was apologizing for. But he couldn't talk.
She always left him breathless.
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A/N: Short, pointless, interesting. I'm not sure what else I'm going to do with this. Let me know. Reviews.