I Know Him So Well
N.B I do not own the character Dr Gregory House. I do however own all other characters that appear in this story.
Chapter 1
"My name is Lucy Brandon. I am 25 years old. I am originally from Oxfordshire in the UK but I came to live in the States three years ago and I now reside in New Jersey. I am 25 years old."
"Good, what is your name?"
"My name is Lucy Brandon."
"…"
"Lucy Marie Brandon."
"Good. Now we can begin."
The therapy always started like this. Strange, 5 months into this treatment and Dr Kelly still acted as if Lucy was losing her mind. She was not losing her mind. Lucy knew this. 5 months ago, when she had been losing her mind, she felt different, considerably worse for wear, and a lot more impatient with people like Dr Kelly. Now, she was quite happy to lie back on the sofa and repeat this routine, week after week. Why she still went was beyond her. In her mind, she was fixed. Sure, she still had problems, and it was probably these problems that kept her coming back, but she was by no means 'ill' anymore. Who knows? Maybe it was because this sofa was just so damn comfy…
"Now then Lucy, how are you feeling?"
"Very well, thank you Dr Kelly."
"And why are you with me this week?"
"Same reason I'm here every week I suppose. I just can't stay away anymore."
"Ha, well that's good to hear. How's the family?"
Family? Yeah right. Lucy hadn't spoken to her family for the last couple of years. Sure, she had tried keeping up with her mum every now and then, but after a while they just… drifted apart. It was bound to happen.
"They're great. Mum threw a garden party the other week; she said it was a big success."
Well, got to give the old guy something, really. Otherwise this therapy business wouldn't be any fun at all…
"… So are we just going to sit here and chit-chat like we do every week or are you actually going to tell me what's really happening in your life? Believe me, you're not as good at hiding information as you may think."
"What do you mean?"
"How's the leg?"
"Oh, Dr Kelly, I was going to tell you, but it just seemed so-"
"Irrelevant? Lucy, nothing you say to me is irrelevant. How did it happen this time?"
Ah, the leg. Okay, so she was no longer losing her mind, but she was still clumsier than ever. What was this, the third time? Breaking your leg three times in one year was pretty horrendous, but she just kept on falling. After the third time, honest to god it felt as bad as it did when she first broke it.
"Pain isn't everything."
Yeah, pain wasn't everything. One of the doctors had taught her that. Stupidly, it was probably the only thing she had learned throughout her stays. Well, aside from changing her life, that's all she'd learned.
"I fell again. I was on my way home from a party and just tripped myself up coming down some stairs. They kept me in a little longer this time because of a head injury, but I'm fine. Really."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Don't think I don't know about him."
"Oh…"
"How's he doing?"
"Fine. His leg is still hurting. He's still grumpy."
"What did he say to you?"
"What didn't he say? He said… everything. He said nothing. He said everything I imagined he would say, and more. He's still as predictable as ever."
"And how do you feel?"
"I feel… good. I feel bad. I'm feeling really sore but that's ok. Pain isn't everything.."
"… Go on.."
"I'm throwing everything into this and it's terrifying me. I don't want to end up alone again."
"I can understand that. You've always been quite quiet about him. How did you meet?"
She sighed. This could take some time.