Here is chapter 3 my peeps! I hope ya'll like it please READ and REVIEW!! And thanks to my readers who sent me such brilliant ideas!!
House went back into his office and collapsed into his chair, he had spent over an hour searching and there was still no sign of Miranda. Where could she be hiding? He knew the hospital like the back of his hand, there was no where she could be hiding that he could not find her. He picked up his cell phone and dialed her number
"Hi-
"Miranda House-
"Your call was either unimportant or I missed it. Leave your name, number, and message and I'll try and get back to you."
"Miranda House, I know you are there. Pick up the damn phone!" he waited but there was no response. "You are sick and hiding isn't going to make it go away. Call me back!" He snapped his phone shut and looked up.
"What?!" he snapped at Cameron.
At first she looked afraid to tell him but then House stood.
"You know where Miranda is." He assumed.
"She…she took my clothes from my locker and left."
House looked over at his desk and noticed that his wallet had gone missing as well.
"That little!" he grabbed his jacket, cane, and bike helmet.
"House-"
"I don't have time to listen to you preach to me on how to raise my daughter. I think being one for the past fourteen years over qualifies me."
He left the room angry and hurt. He limped to the bike not even acknowledging the pain in his leg. He got on the seat roughly pulling the helmet onto his head almost making a dent in his skull no doubt. The motor growled as if it related to how he was feeling and he pulled away.
The roads were wet from rain and probably with how his luck was going soon snow. He shifted gears and began sinking into his own thoughts.
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE HAVING TO WATCH YOUR OWN FATHER O.D!
He pressed on the gas harder.
Oh, yeah go on meds…why, so I can be a drug addict like you?!
That was a lie. He didn't want his daughter to be like him, if anything he wanted her to be nothing like him.
I don't want to be like you! I won't!
He had made mistakes, but he had warned his daughter about them. She would not become what he was, but she would not become a spoiled little brat that disrespected her father.
Drug addict like you?! Drug addict like you?! Drug addict like you?!Drugaddictlikeyou!
He took a sharp turn and squeezed the handle. His daughter had the nerve to call him a drug addict. Him…he knew he was but he NEVER took his medicine in front of her in fact he gave up most of his bad habits for her. He loved her more then life itself and she could not see that!? If only Miranda knew how rare it was for him to show love. If only she knew how much it hurt him that she was sick.
Her voice was in his head and his mind was stuck on that one sentence.
Drug-
HONK! HONK!
House looked up and saw a car coming straight in front of him. Then what happened next was to fast for him to account for.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMD
Miranda had found her father's office empty and his wallet on his desk. She had to get away; this was too much drama for her at the moment. She walked over to the desk and opened the wallet. A twisted smile appeared on her face. House was always known to keep a couple hundreds in his wallet as well as his magic card. Looks like she could go on a shopping spree while her father ran himself ragged. She would no doubt pay for screaming at him later so she might as well enjoy herself while she can.
She opened her cell phone and called for a cab, she wasn't staying in this hospital anymore. And she wasn't going to listen to her father's sarcastic lectures. She had taken some of Cameron's clothes from her locker and changed. Making sure her pale face was hidden behind the dark blue hood of her sweater.
It was cold outside and if she was lucky snow would be falling soon. She walked to the taxi and got into the backseat.
"Where to?"
"Palmer Square." She said peevishly.
Miranda didn't know how much money she spent but she had plenty of winter clothes to go on to next year. Her father wouldn't be too happy when he found that his credit card was maxed with vintage Banana Republic shoes. She ate a couple bites of lunch and then through it away. Her stomach still wasn't comfortable enough to eat a lot of food. She heard her cell phone ring and took it out of her pocket. On the screen came her father's picture. It was a real good one, he was working on a lab report and she had caught him unguarded. She pressed ignore and continue walking through the shops.
Miranda only stopped when she could no longer walk the shops. Her feat were killing her and now it was time to go back home. She called a cab once more and put all of her bags into the trunk. It was pretty late so she expected her father to be home by now.
"Oh, this should be fun." She said sarcastically putting her seatbelt on.
"Where two ma'am?"
She told him her address and laid back into the leather seat. She had never ever thought she would be so angry that she would max out her father's credit card.
There was an accident a couple blocks away from them, she guessed that some moron didn't have their seatbelt on and her father would be working late on a new case. People these days were so careless. The cab pulled up to her porch and she paid him in full as well as the tip.
"Thanks." She said closing the door.
She opened the door to the apartment and walked upstairs to the top floor. Miranda pushed the door open. The house was still a mess from when they had left it a couple nights before. She shook her head, how much can change in just a few days.
She put all of her new clothes away and flopped on her bed. She held her cell phone in her hand and closed her eyes. Today was a long day and a little nap wouldn't hurt her.
I was made to love I was made to find you I was made just for you made to adore you I was made to love and be loved by you.
I was made to love I was made to find you I was made just for you made to adore you I was made to love and be loved by you.
I was made to love I was made to find you I was made just for you made to adore you I was made to love and be loved by you.
Miranda opened her eyes, she could hear her cell phone ringing. She hit receive, put it to her ear and whispered.
"Hello?"
"Miranda, thank god!"
"Chase?" she asked still dazed.
"Yeah, where the bloody hell have you been?! Do you have any idea what has happened?"
Miranda sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"No, but I can only assume that you are going to tell me."
She heard Chase sigh on the other end of the phone, "House has been in an accident."
Miranda's words got caught in her throat. She almost dropped the phone. Then she remembered. The accident a block away from the apartment. It wasn't between two cars. It was between her dad and some other shmuck.
"Is he-
-he's still alive. Luckily he had his helmet on."
"Come and get me!" she said in tears over the other end of the phone.
"Why should I? After you ran off on your own accord and then go and say all those things to your dad? Maybe a little guilt will do you good, he was looking for you after all."
"I know…but Chase please…I can't be here…alone…p-please."
Another sigh was heard from the other end.
"Fine, be ready I'm on my way."
"Thank you Chase…thank you!"
The wait for Chase to arrive seemed like it was taking forever; but it left Miranda time to think about what she had actually said to her father. What had she done? Her father wasn't trying to kill her; he wanted to help her and ended up getting her in the process. She was such a coward! Her father would have never given her something that would become addictive. And he always strived to make sure she did not repeat any of the mistakes he did.
Tears fell down her face; she was so ashamed of herself. What if her father died? She would be all alone in the world.
A car pulled up and Miranda got into the front seat.
Chase looked at the girl in front of him; she had been crying that much was obvious.
"How is he Chase…please tell me he's going to be okay!"
"He's stable." Chase said quietly.
Miranda bit her lip and silently cried as they drove down the street. She turned her head and the sight of the accident scene made her nauseous.
Oh, daddy. Please be okay…please don't leave me.
House was bruised and battered. His eyes were closed but not damage from the helmet. His arms were cut up but nothing needed to be amputated. His leg, as he would put it hurt like a bitch. But they would not risk allowing him any Vicodin with the feebleness of his body. He closed his eyes and attempted to go back to sleep.
But thoughts of the crash kept recurring in his mind. His bike was probably trashed; good think he had auto insurance. It was so fast. One moment he was riding and the next he was being scraped of another cars windshield.
"God…Vicodin would be freaking awesome…" he groaned grasping his leg in his hand.
His other was sore but not as sore as his weak one. He probably would have preferred it being his right for a change. Just to give it a bit of a change.
Miranda rushed to her father's room pushing people past her as she ran down the hall. She opened the door to House's room number and through herself in there.
House was asleep his breath ragged and pained.
"Oh." She cried.
House's eyes opened slowly but when he saw his daughter he closed them again. Maybe she would talk to him if she thought he could not hear her.
He felt her cold and sweaty hand slip into his and he almost had to keep himself from jumping up to feel her forehead.
"Daddy…would you wake up…p-p-please…don't leave…I didn't mean it…I didn't mean any of it…I'm s-s-so-o sorry daddy…I k-k-know you would never hurt me…t-that you were only…trying to help."
He didn't answer and he made sure to keep his hand limp so she was certain that it would be a convincing act.
"D-d-d-d-daddy…please forgive me…I-I don't think you're a d-d-drug addict…I w-w-want to be like you…I want to b-be as smart as y-you…as…as loving…"
Miranda wanted an answer, she wanted her father to wake up and tell her that everything was alright. She wanted him to tell her to get onto bed next to him and watch soaps with him. Miranda wanted to cry because Kelly Monance didn't get her kiss and House to wipe away all the tears
"Daddy…p-p-please…" when she saw that he was still unresponsive she got on her knees.
"Lord…please…don't take my father…p-p-please…if you make sure he's alright…I'll go to church…Yfc…I'll do anything…"
Still nothing.
"It should have been me."
House sat up straight and looked down at his daughter. Her eyes were still closed from praying. He reached down and pulled her up onto the bed with him. She looked up and her eyes sparkled with tears and relief.
"Daddy!" she sobbed.
She hid her face in his chest and cried hysterically.
"Shh…I'm fine…" he whispered.
"I'm sorry…I am sorry!" she cried.
"I know…I know you are." He said smiling to himself.
"You-You know? You heard me?" she asked staring at him.
"Of course I heard you…the whole hospital probably heard you."
Miranda blushed scarlet but continued to bury her face in her father's chest.
"We have a lot to talk about Ms. Miranda Elizabeth House."
She nodded and squeezed her dad who whimpered.
"Sorry!" she said pulling away.
"No, it's a good pain." He said brushing it off.
"There is such a thing as good pain?"
"It means I can still feel and am not completely paralyzed."
Miranda bowed her head feeling worse; her father could have been made completely immobile.
"I'm sorry." She whispered deeply ashamed.
"I know…and I forgive you…but you are still a deep full of shit." He took out the remote that was on the hospital bed table.
The TV screen lit up and showed that General Hospital was on.
"Ah, here we go. Let's see who dies, who cries, and who get's in who's pants."
Miranda leaned back and closed her eyes, falling asleep in her father's arms.
"I love you daddy." She whispered.
"I love you too babe."
Here's the next chapter my lovelys...I really like this one...next we see how House and Miranda solve a few problems...then it's smooth sailing with her and him...as far as their relationship goes...however something still isn't right wit Miranda's health...CUE DRAMATIC THEME MUSIC