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Chapter 14
"Great. So we can probably just start treatment for her." Foreman said as they pushed open the glass doors to the conference room.
When the team entered the room, there was a collective gasp. The table was overturned, the chairs knocked everywhere, coffee maker smashed, coffee beans everywhere, books crumpled and strewn about, and there was a computer sized hole in the window.
"Holy mother what happened here?" Chase looked around in amazement. "Looks like House went off his rocker."
Sure enough, House sat in his office, which was also smashed to bits, nursing a bottle of vodka and bandaging a bleeding fist. By the huge dent in the wall, it was obvious that he'd smashed his fist into the wall.
"What did you do?" Foreman's voice was full of disgust. "This place looks like shit."
"House? Are you ok?" Cameron asked, her voice full of concern. While House had been slightly quieter than usual all week, this was a new low.
"Fuck off." House muttered, staring out the window and taking a big swig out of his bottle. When nobody moved, he threw an empty bottle at them, narrowly missing Chase's head. "I said fuck off!" He screeched.
Without another word, his subordinates hurried out of the office. Nobody wanted to get beaten up.
"What's wrong with him?" Chase muttered as he walked towards the elevator.
"No clue, but I think I'm going to use this as a reason to go home early." Foreman said gleefully as he pulled on his coat. He cast a sympathetic look at Cameron. "Have fun cleaning that up."
Her coworkers threw looks of commiseration over their shoulders as they stepped into the elevator. Cameron sank against the wall and sighed. What was wrong with House?
How did I not know? House wondered to himself. How. The. Fuck. Did. I. Not. Fucking. Know? He sighed and slammed his fist in the wall again. It started to bleed again, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart.
He should have seen it coming. There were so many signs. Really, it was very obvious. Anyone would have seen it and pointed it out long ago. He had been blinded. Too blinded by his happiness. And now it had come to a crashing stop.
He had to fix this. Although it made his heart constrict and his body fill with pain, he knew what had to be done. What he had to do.
Author's note: Yep, another shorter chapter. Mostly just a filler with House's reaction to, well you'll see in the next chapter.