I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…
She sat alone, the only sounds heard were the bubbling of the coffee pot that sat in the corner, and the constant sniffling that came from her, as she tried to catch her breath slightly, hoping the miserable feelings would soon be gone.
The sound of his cane thumped into the room, coming closer and closer as she kept her eyes closed and awaited him to make his presence known. He didn't. She kept her eyes closed and let the tears leak from underneath and she sniffed one more time and gripped her arms tightly with her hands, holding herself from showing how much she was shaking under the shadow of him.
One, two, three, she gave herself three seconds more and she opened her eyes to see House sitting in the chair that Dr. Cameron had occupied, before she left to do some more tests on their recent patient.
Silence. It filled the room as she looked down at her legs and blinked down hard, trying to keep her calm and not breakdown.
"How did your session go?" He asked dryly, feeling as if he would explode with the anger that filled him if he spoke any longer.
"Fine." She said and looked away from him, feeling the color drain from her face, as she knew it was all but fine.
"So am I going to have to pay Dr.Cameron for her services, or are you going to start talking to Dr. Riley." He was now talking seriously, showing her it was time to talk and not play games.
After a pregnant pause he continued, seeing she wouldn't be the first to talk, " I saw you got out early, so I called over there and she told me that you two didn't make much progress, that you actually didn't talk at all."
"You can't just call my doctor and get that information!" she spat; angered that he would invade her privacy in such a way.
"Did you forget I was also your doctor my dear?" He asked calmly smiling in such a way that she had, had enough.
She stood over him as he sat in the chair, and yelled into his face, "That's not fair!" Her face reddened with the humility that he always seemed to bring to her. She raised her hand in a fist and brought it forward to hit him, when he grabbed her wrist and held her close, holding his face close to hers, and spoke, " Life isn't fair." Letting her wrist fall back to her side, he limped out of the conference room and yelled back, "Meet me in the car, we'll talk at home."