House woke up and felt the pain course through his body, he slowly looked around to find himself sprawled on the pavement of the road. He could taste the blood in his mouth and as he tried to push himself off the road, he yelled out in pain. The pain was unbearable, it was even worse than the infarction. House looked down and saw the reason for the pain, his good leg was twisted the other way round and a metal rod was lodged in his stomach. He had no recollection of what happened until he turned his gaze forward and saw his precious bike or what was left of it on the road.
He didn't know what other injuries he had but at the moment he couldn't think from the pain. All House could do was yell out for help in hopes that someone might hear him and a few moments later he heard the patter of feet rushing towards him. House was already starting to lose consciousness from the pain and all he saw before it turned black was a pair of green eyes staring into his.
House blinked his eyes open slowly to find himself in bed, just not his bed and not definitely not his apartment. He gingerly sat up and took in his surroundings and saw that the room he was in was very minimal, nothing much he can deduce from the owner of the room. House lifted the blanket and saw that this wounds had been tended to. House tried to get out of bed but all he could manage was to groan out in pain.
"I seriously doubt that would be the best course of action" a female voice said. House looked around and there she was, the owner of the green eyes that he saw before he blacked out. "You were in a pretty bad accident...well self accident I would say and the bike that you rode on...well let's just say it's gone to bike heaven." She made her way into the room and sat in front of the bed, her eyes still locked onto House. "Though it was a good thing that I stepped outside the house that night otherwise I wouldn't have heard the crash."
House looked at her and the only word that registered to him was 'that night'. "How long was I out?" House asked his savior and she brought up three fingers. It took a while for House to process it, he had been out for three days and this woman sitting in front of him had taken care of him during that time. Not to mention that his broken leg had been set professionally and the wound was cleaned and treated. "So...Doctor..I didn't manage to catch your name?" House asked her and she looked curiously at him before a small smile crept up, "Well that's to be expected because I didn't mention my name but the name is Caroline and no need to mention yours because I very well know who you are...Dr Gregory House."
House looked at her in surprise and she let out a laugh. "Who doesn't know the famous Dr Gregory House, the best in his field but best known for his bedside manners." House let out a throaty laugh and wished he didn't because it caused him to cringe in pain. "Shouldn't have made you laugh but it's good to have a bit of laugh here and there." Caroline said as she stood up "I suggest another day in bed before you can try to get out of bed but with that broken leg there..I'd advise against it." She made her way to the door but stopped at the doorway and turned "Dr House, is there anyone I can call to tell them what happened to you?" Caroline asked him and it took a while for House to respond "No...No one" House said in a low tone. Caroline saw briefly in his eyes the sadness but it was gone the next moment, Caroline nodded and left the room leaving House to his thoughts.