I Don't Want To Lose You…
House sat behind his desk twirling his cane, and rubbing his forehead with the other as if deep in thought, when Stacy burst into his office.
"Did you know that whore was here all along and not bother to tell me." She blurted out, causing House to look up at her in surprise, something Gregory House was not used of being.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, to the machines hooked into her mother that were still beeping the way they were before, to her mom with her eyes closed laying in front of her.
She stood up and grabbed her bag, she had to get something to eat or she would waste away to nothing. Holding back the tears that were threatening to fall she ran from the room to get away from it all, to get away from the misery and pain that lingered in the Hospital walls that crept into her mind wherever she went.
"Now what good would that have done?" House asked dryly, looking Stacy in the eyes now, daring her to say something else. She walked out of the room and walked quickly to the very room she had been avoiding all day.
She starred into the room and saw her sitting there. She thought back to when her and Greg were together; it brought back all the memories of pain, love, anger and guilt. She looked at the women that she once despised and didn't know how she could even think the things she was thinking. She couldn't wait till she died, and she knew just the thought of that was wrong, but what that women did was despicable.
She could see the door opened so she thought, 'why not surprise him'. She crept up quietly to the door and threw it open, just to freeze in her tracks with her mouth wide open, staring at the both of them in bed together. They were just lying there, but that was all she needed to see. Her boyfriend and a total stranger in bed together. The b!tch probably knew that he had a girlfriend the whole time, but didn't have enough morals to know better. She could feel her heart break into a thousand pieces, as she ran from the room and out of his apartment. She could feel the pain he must have felt when she had done what she did to him, and it did hurt.
She snapped back to reality and shook her head, trying to get all the thoughts that were running through her head to go away, then walked away down the hall her heels clicking loudly the whole way.
He leaned heavily down on his cane as he stood in the doorway, waiting for the right time to go in. He took a deep breath and limped inside, sitting down on the chair that sat beside her bed.
He touched her hand softly thinking of the time he had spent with her. All the times he had went away with her. She was the only woman that made him feel the way she did. Even when he was with Stacy, he knew he loved her, but he knew he loved Kyra a lot more. What he felt when he was with her was a sense that she didn't care what he did wrong, she didn't mind his snide remarks, in fact she could come back at him just as could as he had came at her. The love he felt from her was unbelievable. And then he had gone and get caught; it wasn't much of a shock. He had expected it. It was the perfect revenge for her taking away his leg.
The only problem to his plan was what he did to Kyra at the same time. She thought that him and her were in a meaningful relationship, and not that she was just something that he could have on the side. Her feelings were hurt just as bad as Stacy's. She had no idea that he was seeing someone else.