No Strings Attached
Chapter 1
The sun was shining brightly through his closed eyelids. He groaned a bit before turning over to grab his bottle of Vicodin on the nightstand. With his eyes still closed, he reached over, his hand felt around looking for the familiar bottle when his hand found something. It was soft and…lacy?
'What the hell is this? I don't own anything that's lacy.'
As his last thought crossed his mind, he suddenly realized what it was. His eyes popped open and he quickly sat up. His head pivoted towards the nightstand. Sure enough, lying on the nightstand was a red lacy bra. His eyes slowly examined the room.
'Where am I? This isn't my bedroom. It's too girly. This room would fit somebody like C--'
His thoughts wasn't even finished when he looked over at the person, sleeping next to him. Lying under the covers on her side, her hair fell from the side of her head, covering her face. Even with her face half covered with hair, he knew who it was.
'It couldn't be. It can't be. How? How did this happen?' he asked himself as the events from the night before come rushing back to him.
When they had rushed into her room, it was too late. The attending doctor was already recording the time of death into the file. By the time they figured out the problem and pinpointed to where it was at, it was in her autopsy report. The loss of their patient affected every single one of them. They each blamed themselves for missing that tumor in her brain. So now, the four doctors are lost in their own little world.
In the conference room, Foreman is just sitting at one end of the table, staring off into space. Chase was at the other end of the table, trying to occupy himself with a crossword puzzle. Cameron was nowhere to be seen. In the office connected to the conference room, House was there, twirling his cane. He was reviewing the case for the hundredth time. He couldn't see how they missed the tumor in her brain. All of her symptoms pointed to a tumor, but they just couldn't figure out where. By the time they had figure it out, it was too late.
It wasn't just the fact that he had missed the tumor but also the fact that he lied. He lied to the patient. He promised her that he would make her better so she could play with her siblings and friends. 'It was all a lie,' he thought.
He wanted to hide from Cuddy who was badgering him about his clinic duties, yet again. So he decided to hide in the place where he thought nobody would bother to look for him…his patient's room.
After he had beat his game for the twentieth time, he was bored. So he decided to check her heart monitors to see if the treatment was working. He thumped over to her bedside to check the monitors when she suddenly woke up. She smiled at him so sweetly that he thought that his stone heart would crack. She had asked him if she would be alright soon to play with her friends. She had missed her friends. He stared at her, not knowing what to do. Her smile got broader as she waited for his answer. All he could bring himself to do was nod.
Shaking his head, he leaned back into his chair. He spun his chair around and stared out the window. Dark clouds were gathering. The sky was gloomy at 2 in the afternoon. A storm was coming. 'The perfect weather to match the mood,' House thought.
At that moment, Wilson walked in the office. He turned his head towards the conference room where Foreman was still staring off into space and Chase was biting his pencil down to wood chips. At that point, Cameron walked in the conference room. She walked straight towards the sink and start making the coffee. Wilson noticed that her eyes were puffy. Chase and Foreman didn't moved a muscle. He turned his head back towards House. House still didn't seem to notice that Wilson was in the room.
"Do you want to go get a drink?" Wilson asked quietly.
Only then did House noticed that Wilson was in the room. He turned his chair around and got up without saying anything. House was out of the door before Wilson could even comprehend what had happened. Wilson poked his head into the conference room, breaking the silence and tension.
"Hey. So..uh..do you guys want to come with me and House to get a drink? You guys could use--." Wilson didn't even finish his sentence when all three of the ducklings gathered up their stuff and clambered out of the room. Wilson looked after them, shook his head and sighed. 'It's going to be a long night,' he thought.
Author's Note: Not a oneshot.