Christine waited impatiently in House's office for his doctors to come back. Once they would come back, she would be able to see Amy, but now she was stuck (as always) with House, who sat quietly by her with his vicodin and cup of coffee. Christine had her elbow resting on the table, her hand supporting her head to stay up. She had tears on her face, her eyes were red and glassy from the amount of tears that had been cascading down her soft skin.
House had taken quick glanes at Christine, seeing how she was. Usually he didn't care about the patient's friend, loved one, or whatever they were being all sappy because of the one they know was in a hospital; this time, he felt pity for her. He took a few pills and threw them in his mouth and swallowed them whole.
He slowly got up and limped towards Christine and placed his hand on her shoulder for comfort. Christine did not expect him to do a thing like that, yet she responded to it and looked up at him with her red, wet face.
House obviously knew this was hard for Christine, so that's why he went to her for sympathy. He had never done this before to anyone, but he couldn't stand to see Christine in pain, so he wiped away a tear from her cheeks with his thumb.
Christine opened her mouth to say something, but then they both turned to hear the doctors open the door to the office with the results from the MRI. Both Christine and House knew what the result was before the four puppets (as House would call them) could say anything, yet they kept their mouths closed and waited for someone to say something.
"It is a brain tumor." Taub, the short, dark-haired doctor stated.
"I didn't realize how bad she looked, from the accident, when we took her in the MRI room."
After hearing that, Christine couldn't help but stand up and asked out of nowhere, "What room is she in?"
The female doctor, Thirteen, looked at her and answered. "Turn left out of the office, third room on the right."
Christine glanced at House and then left his office to see her friend. As she did that, the doctors looked at House, their eyebrows raised. House just looked back at them as usual, not saying anything.
Christine got to the room and saw her friend laying on a hospital bed. She noticed all the bandages on Amy's arms and a small bandage on her forehead. Amy at the moment had glassy eyes that didn't look well with her emerald green eyes. Christine then walked over to her friend and sat beside her friend on a chair. "Hey, Amy."
Amy looked over at Christine and smiled weakly. "Christine."
"What are you doing all the way over here in New Jersey?"
"I wanted to see how my best friend was doing in her first apartment." The patient chuckled softly.
Amy and Christine had been best friends through grade school and high school. College though, they had to go their separate ways, but still stayed in contact with one another. They had gotten into fights, but got over them quickly. Christine knew about Amy's problem, but it didn't get in the way of their friendship.
Christine took her friend's hand, still looking at Amy's sick face. "I'm glad you came to see me, but wasn't expecting anything this big." She said, meaning the accident. The two laughed lightly.
Christine heard a creek come from the door and turned to see House and Foreman, one of the other doctors. House took glances at Amy and Christine, but as he took a long glance at Christine, he lifted his index finger, wanting her to go to him.
She bit her lip lightly and quickly looked back at Amy. She stroked a strand of her friend's blonde hair and got up to see House. She saw Foreman walking in the room and felt House pull her out of the room slightly. She looked up at House, anxiety on her face; as soon as Christine saw House's 'sorry to say, but have to' expression, her eyes grew in sorrow. She shook her head slightly. "N-No! She can't!"
House shrugged. "Sorry, Christine." He said, like he would to all of his other patient's loved ones. He looked down at her and saw her tearful face. Like earlier, he couldn't stand seeing his own loved one be in mental pain over a good friend; heck, he would feel the same if Wilson was dying from a medical disease, or anything else.
Christine took a quick glance through the glass walls, seeing her friend lay dying. She noticed Amy looking back at her with the same horrifying expression about the news. A tear cascaded from each of their faces as Christine mouthed to her friend: 'I love you, Amy.' Amy couldn't help but nodded and let more tears escape from her eyes.
Christine bit her lip as she saw Foreman stick a needle into Amy, which took her life away in a heartbeat. She saw her friend's eyes roll back into her head and closed her eyes.
Time of death: 9:48 a.m.
