Part 4 this may be the last chapter for a day or two, I need to recharge my mind: P

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As soon as Wilson left, House seemed to be in a better mood. The pain had lessened to just over a tolerable level and his team seemed to be ok with that. The bad beginning to the day morphed into a good afternoon, but obviously for House, this wasn't bound to have lasted long.

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3PM

Laura was still reeling from the conversation she had just overheard. She knew that House was a very private person, due to his 'prickly' personality as well as what the nurses say. But to have his two supposedly best friends 'claim' to understand him and believe that they know exactly what's wrong with him annoyed her greatly. Never mind, discussing his personal life and problems with the door wide open for others to ear wig.

Despite his prickly personality, he was a character she wanted to know, spend time with.

She arrived on the fourth floor whilst her mind was wondering what to do about her current situation, to tell House or not?

I don't really know him but no one deserves to be backstabbed by friends who have done just that. I have seen it myself, she thought.

She strode confidently towards his office only to find him suddenly bolt out of it. She observed his gait and followed him into the men's toilets.

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By the time he managed to cure the patient that 'saved' him from talking to Wilson, House's state ended up deteriorating.

'A friend only when fitting…' House thought when thinking about their talk that morning.

The tablets he took that morning whilst drinking some ginger ale didn't do anything for his rolling stomach. The team obviously thought it was a hangover and so acted normal.

Sadly for House, it rolled too much and so he flew out of his chair and headed towards the men's toilets limping heavily.

He didn't see Laura and so continued into the toilets and threw up in the nearest available WC.

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He didn't see Laura walk in but he did feel her near. When he finished vomiting, he turned to look at her but didn't see pity just genuine concern which he was shocked about considering they don't really know each other.

"How long have you been like this?" she enquired.

"Not long actually…" he trailed off.

"For somebody who says everybody lies, I should think you would know how to do it a bit more successful huh?" she commented with a smile.

All he could do was grin back at her just before the urge to throw up arrived again. When he turned back to her, she could see a small amount of fear within his blue crystal eyes.

However, instead of opening up to her he replied "Why do you care?"

She seemed to steel herself, and he could feel her become tense. It was when he started throwing up again that she loosened up and answered him honestly "you intrigue me."

"What sort of answer is that?" he quickly said.

Ever the snarky man, even when ill she thought.

"The most honest answer I can give you." She stated.

He turned to her and said openly "I don't know why I'm like this. I've been like this for two weeks."

"And you haven't thought to get yourself checked out?" she replied.

"I have but then everyone here would know about it, and I definitely don't want Wilson and Cuddy knowing."

He immediately felt her tense again when he said their names and was quick to enquire why but all she said was "gossip talk about them around the hospital."

"I could get you an appointment at Princeton General if you would like. Nobody here would have to know."

He looked shocked and she was quick to say "I know the Dean there, she's my cousin."

He seemed to relax at that piece of news; if it was possible to do this free from his 'friends' prying eyes then he welcomed it.

"Thank you." He said and all she did was reply with your welcome, and say are you ok now?

He nodded his head and moved to get up. She didn't help him, but nodded her head and gave him a smile before leaving the room.

He smiled to himself as he watched her leave.

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