-7-
It was suddenly morning. It was still a bit dark in House's apartment, since he had curtains to block out the sunlight. It was no deal to House, but it was to Christine as she woke up.
Christine was cuddled up against House as they laid peacefully on the couch. She had her arms curled up on House's side and her head laid comfortably on his shoulder. One of her legs was on top of both of his legs, while the other rested along his leg. House on the other hand had one arm around her waist, and had the other under head, his hand tangled in her long hair.
Christine opened her eyes slowly, not remembering where she was. As her vision was no longer a blur, she looked and noticed how she slept and who she slept with! Her eyes grew wide with awestruck, her face glowing a bright pink. She gulped and looked down at her leg that was in a position that made her blinked a few times to realize how it was placed. She quickly slid it off of House's legs and gulped once again. 'How can I get out of this?!' She thought frantically, looking up and down at what she was seeing.
She remembered what had happened the night before and knew that it wasn't a dream, but didn't remember falling asleep with him. She enjoyed what had happened, but was now surprised.
She went to get off the couch, but felt House pull her closer to him. She looked at him and saw that he was awake as he did that. A smirked was placed on his face.
"Don't you have to be at work?" Christine said to him, hoping he would let her go.
The two glanced at the clock that was placed on the small end table and saw that it was seven in the morning. House then turned to Christine and answered, "Yeah, but I'd prefer to skip it."
Christine looked at him with fear on her face, still thinking about how they slept with each other. House raised an eyebrow, confused about her expression.
"What? Am I a ghost?" He asked sarcastically. He actually liked seeing Christine being scared about anything; it amused him.
Christine didn't respond. She quickly got up, but clumsily fell on the hard, wooden floor. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her shoulder blades lightly. She glared at House and said, "Well I think you should go to the hospital and do your job."
"I don't have to be there. My guinea pigs are there to take care of anything that might happen." House responded.
Christine raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you should still go."
"You're not my boss." He then had a disgusted look on his face, "If you were, then I would've been crushed like a bug."
Christine rolled her eyes and lightly punched him on the shoulder. "That was mean." She said, yet she laughed at his cruel joke.
"You know I was-"
"Yes, I know you were referring to her. If you were calling me fat, I would be pissed off."
House grinned and got up from the couch and went into his kitchen. Christine then got up and headed out of his apartment without a word.
Christine saw her cat sleeping on the couch and smiled down at her. She then went into her bedroom and got dressed into the usual jeans and tight shirt with a hooded jacket over it. She then went to get herself some breakfast, but kept on thinking about how she just left House without saying anything. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "He's just across the hall; it's no big deal."
After she ate her cereal, she washed her bowl and spoon and went to see if Rose was up or not. Christine filled her bowl up with cat food and filled her clear bowl with water, so she would have something while Christine was gone. Her cat was still asleep, so Christine gave her a peck on the head and pet her back slowly. "Bye, baby. I love you."
Christine always said that to her cat before she left for the day, or for anything else. She was honest, and she also said it in case if anything happened to either of them. Rose was the only family left for Christine, and Christine would be mortified if anything dreadful happened to her kitten.
Christine then closed the cage and left her apartment. After she locked her door, she turned and saw House standing right in front of her. She gave him an annoyed glare and said, "Alright, I'm sorry I ditched you. I had to make sure Rose was alright."
"Rose?" House raised an eyebrow.
"My cat, idiot." Christine rolled her eyes at him.
House shrugged and started walking out of the apartment. "Oh, so you listened to me and are heading for work?" Christine asked, placing her hands on her hips.
House turned to face her and answered, "I just got a call from one of my henchmen. We have a patient to take care of."
Christine looked down and slowly back up at House, regretting to ask a question she thought she would never hear come out of her own mouth. "Can I come?" She blushed lightly and continued, "I've always wanted to see what doctors do."
House's first reaction was awestruck, but he smiled and nodded once. "Follow me."
The two got to the hospital, and Christine wasn't as terrified as she was the first time on a motorcycle. They got off the bike and went inside. As they walked in, House noticed something that Christine didn't see. She suddenly heard him cry out to the other side of the lobby. "Hey, Wilson! Who's the chick?"
Christine looked up at House and turned towards the direction he was looking at. It was his good friend and a woman that she had obviously never seen before. The girl had short, red hair and had dark eyes. The girl's face turned the same color as her hair as House yelled to them.
Wilson and the girl walked up to House and Christine. "Do you have to humiliate everyone?" Wilson muttered in a frustrated tone.
"Yeah, but especially you... since you're easily embarrassed." House answered with a innocent look on his face.
Wilson rolled his eyes. "This is Samin. She's-"
"You don't need to say it, Wilson. I'm pretty sure you're going to say that she is your wench that you've slept for the past month or so." House interrupted.
Wilson's face turned tomato red and growled at what House had said. "That's not true."
Samin looked over at Christine and saw that she was annoyed by House's attitude. She smiled weakly and extended her hand towards Christine with a friendly smile. "Please to meet you both." She said, referring to both House and Christine, yet just wanted to give a kind gesture towards Christine.
Christine smiled at Samin and shook her hand. "I'm Christine." She introduced herself. She glanced up at House and sighed. She looked back at Samin and said, "If Wilson hasn't told you already, this is Doctor House."
Samin nodded. She looked up at Wilson and smiled. "I have to go now." She then whispered to him, "I'll call you later."
Wilson nodded and smiled back at her. "See you later." He said to her.
Samin smiled at Christine, yet glared at House, and left the hospital.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to head back to my office." Wilson said to House. He then looked at Christine and back at House. Wilson turned and walked towards his office.
House and Christine watched as Wilson left their sight. House had a grin on his face and started walking towards the elevators. Christine quickly followed. "I knew he had a feisty side to him." House said, stepping into the elevator.
Christine walked in after him and raised her eyebrows. "You're a jerk."
"Yeah." House nodded, looking down at her, "You're not really a pianist; you're a Hooter's girl."
Christine gave him a disgusted look. She crossed her arms and looked forward. "Addict."
House looked in the same direction. "Addict's hooker."
Christine's face turned a bright pink, embarrassed. She couldn't think of a comeback for that and stood silently in the elevator. House noticed her surrender and smirked evilly.
The elevator doors opened the House walked out first, then Christine followed. As they entered his office, there were other doctors, staring at the two. They either raised an eyebrow or looked dumbfounded.
"Don't even say anything. She's here for 'take your girlfriend to work day'." House said, knowing that all of them would say something about Christine.
Christine, as well as the rest of House's team, rolled their eyes and sat down in their chairs. Christine could sense one of the guys staring at her. She turned to see a short, dark-haired guy looking at her. He gave her a strange look and turned away. Christine raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, who's the poor sap?" House asked, hoping for a quick answer.
"Amy Darsey. Got into a car accident early this morning and is paralyzed from the waist, down."
"But this is a car accidnet problem. Why should we take care of it?" House asked, raising an eyebrow at his team.
"Well, the person that was hit by her noticed Amy's body twitching and her eyes suddenly rolled to the back of her head." The dark-skinned doctor answered.
"Does she remembered what happened?" The red-haired, female doctor asked.
The man shook her head.
"Brain Tumor." Christine said aloud, not realizing that she had actually said that.
Everyone in the room looked over at Christine. Taub, Thirteen, Kutner, and Foreman, the doctors that worked with House, looked at House to see what he had to say. House glanced at the doctors and sighed. "MRI." He muttered. The four got up and lef the office.
Christine looked up at House. He blinked once and looked over at Christine, and then limped towards her. "How did you know?" He asked, already knowing that she was right about the diagnostic.
Christine bit her lip, trying to hold back tears that were forming in her eyes. She had to looked down at the floor, not being able to hold them on for long. A tear cascaded down her cheek as she answered his question.
"Because I know Amy Darsey. She is my best friend."
