I didn't know how to approach this chapter. To tell the truth, I pick a title (just one word) and I write something based off of that word... I let my imagination take over! I don't know when I am going to reach the end, but I still have a few more chapter ideas left!

Illusion

She had walked up to him in his office, catching him by surprise. He had been leaning back in his chair, his pills finally taking effect. A haze was slowly coming over him, the pain in his leg fading away little by little. His shift was over and the office was dark. He had been on his way out the door, but stopped when his leg buckled and he nearly fell. That was when he decided to take his medicine and let it kick in before going home.

There were very few people left in the hospital. House suspected he was one of the only doctors left. His chair felt so comfortable and he closed his eyes in weariness. The feeling of defeating pain was exhilarating, but left him drained every time he took his painkillers. There was the gentle sound of a door opening, but it was so faint, House didn't know if it was real or in his head. He supposed he didn't care. If anyone wanted something, they would see he was not taking visitors.

He felt soft, flowing hair sweeping over his face, delicate fingers touch his cheek, lips touch his in a single kiss. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed her arm and brought her closer, the kiss becoming passionate. He tried to bring her to him, to feel her warmth against him...

House sat straight up, his breathing labored. His leg throbbed with a renewed intensity. His clock was three hours from going off and House could feel his shirt sticking to his back with cold sweat. He wiped his face with his hands and dropped back onto his pillow. It was only a dream, an illusion of what we wanted. House didn't know how long he lay there until sleep came to him again, but it seemed too long until his alarm clock went off.

She had woken much the same way, through a dream. As she gasped for air, she remembered his hands pulling her closer, his face next to hers, his eyes staring straight into her own as he kissed her. He had been unusually gentle, his hands holding her firmly against him.

She pulled her knees to her chest, balancing her elbows on them as she put her face in her hands. It was still dark outside and, if she couldn't get to sleep again, she was going to be useless for the night shift. Angry he could do this to her and not even know it, she hit her pillow and laid her head back, brushing hair from her face. No sleep came until the sun started to rise, and it was useless by then, for she had to get up for another day. Another day avoiding House, who had kept her up all night...

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