Hey guys! :D Wellll, the last chapter I just kind of threw in a random stalker stabby dude, so HA. I must say, I really am making this up as I go along. x.x Help me? :) Thank youu Katheryn Mae Wilson MD for the idea, but can you message meh with more details? :D xx

House had just gotten Cuddy all fixed up and she was now in a hospital bed, which she of course, objected to.

"I can't be in here, House. I have work to do, and.." She trailed off slowly.

"You really can't be thinking about work after you just got stabbed. Did you see where he went?" House asked.

"No. I was a paying a little more attention to the knife in my stomach." She snapped.

House sighed. "Well yelling at me isn't going to help." He replied.

"Sorry," she replied quietly.

He didn't reply to her apology, just continued asking. "What did he look like?" He inquired.

"I - I don't know. Can we just drop it?" She asked with an irritated sigh.

"You were stabbed. We can't let them get away with that. Do you at least know why he stabbed you?" He asked.

"Erm.." She started, trying to think back. "Rachel!" She exclaimed. "He said.. I killed his little sister." Her tone softened sadly as she looked away.

"So Rachel had a brother. We could look him up." House announced.

"Except for the detail that Rachel had no last name before I adopted her." Cuddy said, wincing a bit at the pain in her stomach every time she shifted.

"Crap." He muttered darkly.

"Can I please get up? I feel fine." She lied a bit.

"No." He snapped. "The wound's healing fast. Just suck it up and lay there." He ordered.

She narrowed her eyes as if she were going to go on an angry tirade, but she remained silent and sat back in the bed.

The beeping of House's pager made her jump. He looked at the device and muttered an irritated swear before looking back up at her. "Sorry, lackies want me. Be right back. If you get up, I'll be forced to... sorry, can't think of a non-sexual threat." He shrugged and backed out of the room.

She simply watched him go and leaned into the propped-up pillows with a sigh.

"So, I really gotcha with that knife, huh?" Cuddy abruptly turned her head to see the man who had stabbed her.

She finally could see his appearance. He was a shaggy looking kid, looking to be around seventeen, and he wore faded jeans and a gray t-shirt.

Cuddy thought about yelling for help, but she knew that would make her seem weak. "Leave here now, or I will call the police on you." She snapped.

"Oh, you wouldn't do that to the brother of the little girl you killed, would you?" He smirked.

She could tell this was turning into a game for him. He was barely trying to avenge the death of his little sister anymore.

"I didn't kill her!" She grasped her stomach after yelling, feeling the piercing pain run through it.

Just as the kid began advancing toward her with the very same blood-ridden knife, he was knocked to the ground by House's not-so-subtle cane.

"Touch her with that again, and someone will be here trying to avenge your death." He practically growled.

If the man was scared, he didn't show it. He lunged for House's bad leg with the knife, but House jumped away just in time, causing a ridiculous amount of pain in his leg.

Cuddy stared in disbelief, fear flickering in her eyes.

Before either of the two could do anything else, two security guards came up from behind and grabbed the kid, forcing him to drop the bloodied knife. They took him away without even a struggle, though the kid was thrashing.

"House, are you okay?" Cuddy asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." He snapped, though he was on the ground rubbing his leg. He popped some vicodin in his mouth and after a few minutes was on his feet with a lot of help from his cane.

She sighed. "See, this is another reason why having more than a professional relationship is bad."

"What, my leg? Cuddy, if you haven't noticed, my leg's been like this for a while now." He replied.

"I caused that pain you felt in it just now. Do you know how that makes me feel?" She argued.

"Cuddy, be quiet. This isn't your fault and you know it." He rolled his icy eyes.

She sighed and closed her eyes, hiding a wince from the pain in her stomach.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice softer now as he stood by her hospital bed.

"Just fine." She replied quietly.

"Good. I'll be right here if you need me." He replied honestly as he sat down in the chair beside the bed, resting his cane on its arm.

It didn't take long for both of them to fall asleep, a peaceful look finally spreading on their faces.