House watched behind the glass doors as Elizabeth gripped the handlebars of the walking apparatus tightly. Her face was drawn into a pained grimace, the physical therapist at her side saying what was no doubt useless motivation. He had been in that position before.
"You should talk to her." A glance to the left revealed Diane. She's out of her lab coat, which means she wasn't working at the moment. "She's not going to listen to anyone else."
"I didn't exactly do well."
"She needs you regardless. If it had been years ago, I probably could've gotten to her." Diane sighed, staring through the glass. "Now? She needs you."
House scoffed. Diane stared at him, tightening her jaw, reminiscent of what House had seen of her brothers.
"Just think about it." With one last glance, she turned and left.
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Entering the physical therapy lab, House sneered "Get Lost", at the therapists greeting.
"Well!"
As the peeved woman sped by him, House just continued towards his fiancé who was presently sitting on the floor. As he stopped next to her, she looked up at him silently as tears ran down her face. Propping his cane against the apparatus she had just been using he leaned down and wiped her eyes before gently pulling her up into his arms. Wrapping her arms around him she leaned into his chest before muttering,
"I can't do it."
Kissing the crown of her head, House whispered
"Yes you can. You can, you will, and you're going to do a hell of a lot better than I did."
Before Liz could respond House continued,
"Now try again."
Placing her hands on the bars once more, House stood behind Liz with his hands on hers waiting to help her if she fell. Slowly and painfully, Liz began to move forward, House murmuring encouragement all the while.
Wilson was walking down the hall and happened to glance up to see Diane looking in at the two through the glass doors.
"Di?"
Starting, Diane looked at James before smiling
"Just making sure House does his relationship duties correctly."
"And?"
"So far, so good."
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