Sorry for the slow update. The weekends are the only time I have really to update.
Chapter 3
She sat on the opposite end of the couch from him, not doing anything, just staring. Staring at him, observing him, he had to do something to break the silence.
He glanced at the remote on the coffee table and scooped it up; TV seemed as good as anything at this moment. He would rather be working on a case, but they took that from him.
The Basic House Equations:
Tritter + hospital EQUALS pain in the ass
No pain meds + no practice x no distraction EQUALS major pain spike
He flipped on the TV, trying to find some mind numbing show to watch. He stumbled upon Iron Chef, okay now the TV is going to make him hungry.
"Can you cook?" he asked her. His stomach was growling and the sight of food on TV was making him hungry, hungry enough to eat his own arm.
"What do you want?" she stood up folding her arms across her cleavage.
"First, never do that again. And second, whatever you can find." She scuttled off to the kitchen, after a few minutes or cabinet rummaging she yelled back out to him.
"House, do you live on anything besides peanut butter?" she sighed and came back to the living room.
"I'm going to the store to buy us something to eat, if I'm going to help you, can't do it on an empty stomach." She gathered her purse and coat and wandered to the door stopping before touching the knob.
"House, be careful. Don't push yourself, don't kill yourself." She left leaving House pondering.
She wandered the aisles of a local grocery store throwing random things into the cart. She took a quick inventory, cereal (sugary for House, low fat for her), milk, egg, hot dogs and buns, hamburger, spaghetti noodles and sauce, and other things for the rest of the week. She checked out her items, $137.56. This better be worth it.
She was on the road for a challenge and a fight. What else can she expect from the man who's been on an uphill battle for 8 years with you?