Hi! This is my first House fanfiction. I may be slow to update. PLEASE tell me what you think! Oh and the medical Information will be as correct as possible, seeing as I myself am an aspiring Diagnostician.
He awoke to a blinding white light seeping in between the blinds. It gave him a throbbing headache. Yet nothing could counter the endless pain that radiated from his mutilated leg. The pain…. It meant…. He hadn't taken the Vicodin. It meant last night was not a mere narcotic delusion. It had been REAL. Hot, Blurry, and brief, albeit vividly real. At least that's what he hoped, for perhaps the pain was part of the delusion. Though, he couldn't bring himself to recall her leaving after the snogging (though it hadn't stopped at just that)…..She couldn't have stayed? He reached his hand out to the opposite side of the bed. To his disappointment his hand only came in contact with a small scrap of paper. He examined the small cursive writing that was scrawled across the paper.
House,
It turns out your wound had reopened and was bleeding all over. Therefore, you passed out from blood loss (But what do I know? I'm not a real doctor anyway.) SO, I rebandaged your shoulder. Don't come in today if you don't feel well enough (like you've needed an excuse before.) Yesterday was tough so take it easy.
Lisa
He smiled at how she could so easily convey sarcasm through a note. 'Wait, she signed her name Lisa?' He thought to himself, 'Weird.' He dragged himself out of bed, deciding he would go in today.
The blinding sun seeped through the blinds abruptly waking her up. She stretched and looked around. 'This….isn't my house,' she acknowledged. 'Crap!' She had fallen asleep in House's apartment. She glanced at the alarm clock that stood on the table beside the sleeping form that was, somehow, the man she loved. 6:00. Damn it! She was supposed to be at work by now! And why hadn't Rachael's nanny called to see why she hadn't returned home? She scrounged for her phone in the pocket of her lilac scrubs. Upon inspection she found the reason, her phone was dead. She dragged herself from bed, scribbled a quick note for House, and rushed out the door.