I Don't Want to Lose You …
A man dressed in scrubs approached her cautiously. She looked up and saw the man smiling, a good sign, it meant she was ok. He held out his hand to shake hers he introduced himself as Dr. James Wilson. He seemed nice enough.
He continued to rattle out information as she stared blankly down at the floor. None of the things that he was telling her were important, at least not to her. The only thing that mattered was if her mom was going to be ok.
He told her she could go in to see her, but not to expect too much. She thought about what he said. She never really had expected much from her mom. She was there, and she was someone she could talk to, but she was more of a friend than a mother. She remembered her past birthday, her sixteenth, the one that was supposed to be special. They had all the plans ready, they had invited all her friends, but when it had finally come, her mom was nowhere to be found. It broke her heart…she said she would be there.
She walked past an older man who stood with a cane, bumping up against him, almost certain to knock him over. "Sorry…" She whispered and kept walking until she stood in the doorway of her mother's room. She stopped and caught her breath; feeling like it had all been taken from her. She held her hand over her mouth, as she looked down at her mother, now the weak women that she truly was in the inside, and it scared her to death.
She looked out of the room and saw Dr. James Wilson talking to the man she had nearly knocked down. She hoped they weren't discussing what she had done.
She laid her head down on her mother's chest and closed her eyes to try and block out everything that had happened. Of course she couldn't, it was there to stay. The memories of this day would be etched in her mind for years to come. She didn't really want to forget this day, especially if it would be her last day. Especially if she was going to lose her.
As soon as she had closed her eyes and laid her head down on her mother, James Wilson and his good friend Gregory House turned their way, looking down at the women that lay on the bed.
House starred at the lady who looked so small against the vast sheets with a look that made James Wilson question him.
"What you know her?" He asked, not so surprised if he did, House knew almost everyone from all the times he had hung out around the bars.
"No. Why would I know her?" He asked in a monotone voice that showed no emotion what so ever. Something that Greg House had perfected.
House looked back once more now looking at the girl laying her head on the mother's chest.
He walked away without another word, thinking about how he could confront her once again after what he had done. She had told him she wasn't pregnant so that girl couldn't be who he thought it could be. Or could it.
Because even Gregory House knows that everyone lies.