House watched her sleep. It was the early hours of the morning, when he pulled a chair next to the hospital bed. 'What would I without her? She is my everything. She doesn't know how much I need her and, maybe, she never will. God, why does this have to hurt. Great! I'm talking to God now. I have to tell her, but what would she do? Life's to short, I've been so stupid, I realize that now. Seeing her there, helpless. Makes me feel helpless. I hate that.' He thought to himself. He loved her. Everything about her; the way her body swayed when she walked, her confidence, her sarcasm, how brave she was, her sex appeal, the smile she gave him when she was pleased with something, her fruity shampoo and vanilla body mist mixed with a natural musk that was all Remy. He fell, hard! But he was to cowardly to tell her. She was his employee. Young, stunningly gorgeous, full of life; although she was closer to death everyday. She was his biggest puzzle. He was in love, Dr. House, in love. Even that seemed weird to him. He slowly reached his hand out and grabbed her's, the feel of the blue hospital blanket under his wrist. Tracing circles with his thumb against her knuckles. She looked so peaceful... beautiful. Her monitor went off, he looked up at the screen. He let go of her hand, standing up, he pushed the chair back.
"She's going into V-fib in here!" House yelled.
Two nurses rushed in.
'No! please don't leave me. I need you. I need to tell you how I feel. Stay with me.' He pleaded with her in his mind.
To Be Continued?
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