I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…

She stared in disbelief, as he slammed the door behind him and shut her out, leaving her to fend for herself in House's apartment.

She dug deep into her duffel bad, grabbing one of her worst shirts. It was the one that she had worn while working around the house. It had rips and stains but it didn't matter for what she was going to do with it.

She ripped the shirt and tied it around her hand; she didn't want to get any blood on House's couch, for she would have to live with him for a very long time. Or at least until she was 18. She pulled it as tight as she could as she sat on the leather couch that was placed facing the piano.

She focused on the piano for a long while, before she stood up and walked towards the bench. She gently ran her hands over the keys, creating a soft sound to fall in the room.

He lay on his bed and listened to the sound that played through his door. It was now 8:30 and he knew teenagers never went to bed early, but he didn't expect what he heard next to come through his door.

She knocked softy on his door after wandering around the apartment a few more times.
"House?" She called. He wad disappointed, she didn't call him Dad, but what could he expect, he hadn't been there her whole life. "Can I come in…?" She whispered, her cheek pressing against the wooden door.

He opened the door and looked at her, tears in her eyes and her hands tucked away in the pocket of her sweater. "What do you want?" He said bluntly. He wasn't going to baby this girl, not now, not with everything that was going on.

"Never mind." She said and went to turn away from him. "Wait, come in what is it?" He asked a little more gently than the last time.

She stepped into his room and quietly made her way to sit herself down on the edge of his bed. She stood in front of her making his point clear that he wanted the answer now. She looked up at him, into his blue eyes, that at this time looked soft and caring, not like he expression that was placed across his face, that showed obvious frustration.

"It wont stop bleeding." She held up her hand and showed him the spot that had already soaked through the white t-shirt.

He held her hand in his and examined the cut. It was bleeding a lot like she had said, but the clinic was closed so there wasn't much he could do about it, until it opened the next day, which by then the cut would probably have already stopped bleeding.
He left and came back with a first aid kit, where he pulled out some ointment and gently put it across the cut. She flinched when he pressed to hard and pulled her hand from him.

"You'd think I hurt you or something." She giggled and let him put some bandages across it.