Hi guys!
The other day, my friend prompted me something where there would be holding hands, so here you go. (thanks, Ju) I hope you like it, lemme know.
7. Hold Hands.
She was literally panicking now.
It was just a cold, he kept telling her. But go convince her.
''What if she contracted something in that abandoned house...''
''She didn't contract no shit. You on the other hand... You've gotten a serious paranoia syndrome, my dear.''
''And where did you get your asshood syndrome?''
''Cute. She has a cold, not whatever rare disease you're thinking about.''
They looked at Rachel. Her little chest was moving at the rhythm of her breathing. She was attached to several machines the neonatal service required. But she was going to be fine eventually. And, of course, Cuddy was having a panic attack because of a flu.
And it was starting to get serious.
House looked at her when she leaned on the wall, trying to regulate her breathing. He closed his eyes, rubbing them tiredly. He couldn't ignore her serious worry.
''Here. Sit.''
And he helped her to sit down on a chair, facing the neonatal room where her daughter was. He put a hand in hers, the other one maintaining her waist. She didn't let go of his hand when they sat down, and he didn't mind to feel her warm palm against his and her little fingers squeezing his hand tightly.
''You said you'd trust me with your baby the other day.''
She looked at him, nodded.
''She's going to be fine. I'll personally play the nurse and get sure she doesn't need anything,'' he said then, making eye contact. His voice was warm and gentle.
Again, she nodded. She seemed to calm down, the worry on her face starting to ease a bit.
''We cool?''
''Yeah.''
But he didn't let go of her hand.