Finally I'm getting out of this hell hole. I was sitting on my bed with my guitar on my lap. I was already dressed and ready to get the heck out of here before I went completely insane.

My mismatched eyes were drawn towards the door as my oh so beloved boss decided to walk through with his car keys jingling in his hands.

"Ready to get out of here Delphine?" He asked as he smiled sheepishly at me. I rolled my eyes. Fuck, does he not get the clue already! I was seriously starting to get fed up with this yuppie of a man.

"What's wrong?" He queried again as he came nearer to me. I completely ignored him as he came closer, placing his hand on my shoulder was only the catalyst.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yelled as I jumped up from the bed, my guitar falling onto the end of the bed safely. "I am sick and tired of you fawning over me! I don't want, or need your god damn attention!"

I advanced on him with a vicious look in my eye, completely oblivious to the audience in the doorway. My sight was filled with red as I stared at the sad excuse for a man in front of me.

"What the hell Delphine?! I'm your boss you will not talk to me like that! You being in the hospital or out of it does not change that fact."

"My name is Cori for the last fucking time! You are not my boss you are my ex employer asswipe! " I smirked triumphantly looking at his shocked form standing there with bug eyes. "What?" He asked stumbling back slightly.

I never actually thought someone could be this taken aback by someone quitting, especially when that person was always so pissed off about working in such a shitty environment.

"You heard me you overbearing son of a bitch. I. Quit. Now get the fuck out and leave me alone. My brother is going to bring me home." The look on his face started to change, from shaken, and shocked, to pissed off and forlorn. I had never seen him get this worked up when other girls would go off at him and quit.

My body was shoved back by a very quick and hard shove to my chest. I was knocked back onto the bed, my eyes wide in shock, staring up at my now former boss. He thudded his feet down a few paces as he hovered over me, his eyes glowing with hate. I barely noticed the sound of the sliding door slamming open.

"Who the fuck do you think you are you filthy french BITCH!" He raised his hand to strike m and I naturally tried to shield my face from the blow, though it never came. My eyes snapped back open to see House dragging Dan away from me with his cane hooked into the back of his shirt, effectively choking him.

Dan grabbed at his neck trying to lessen the pressure on his throat which was only released when House tossed him into the wall in the hallway opposite my room. I didn't get the chance to pay attention to what they were saying to each other as Gibson rushed her way into the room with a flustered look about her.

"Oh my God are you alright?!" She asked as she started pawing me, trying to see if I was hurt in any way shape or form. I sat there for a moment just staring at the doorway trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, and why it seemed so familiar.