-10-
House went back into his office, to make sure he didn't leave his bottle of vicodin out for people to see and take. He looked everywhere, but couldn't find it. He groaned and went to the pharmacy counter in the hospital and saw the nurse already pulling out a bottle for him; since he had gone so many times, they already knew that he would need a refill on his meds. He took the bottle from the small counter and finally left the hospital.
'It's strange how my patient turned out to be Christine's sister.' House thought, 'I know I would never do such a thing, but I'm going to see how Christine is … wait, why am I talking to myself? Man, that's just lame.'
After his little conversation with himself, he didn't notice that the everything outside was still wet from the rain ealier that day; he was outside and stepped in a deep puddle of water. He lifted his leg up and saw that theh water only got him up to his ankle.
As he looked up at the parking lot, he noticed that Wilson's car was no longer there. House then got onto his motorcycle and rode back to the apartment. As he drove closer to the apartment, he noticed one window that was still lit; it looked like it was Christine's room. After House parked his bike, he walked in the apartment and headed towards Christine's room.
House didn't even bother to knock and just went inside Christine's apartment; as he entered, he felt a different atmosphere. He heard a soft, high-pitched meow beside his feet. He looked down to see Rose. The small kitten rubbed her body against House's good leg. It meowed again, and she softly pawed at his leg.
"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood for-"
Before House could finish his sentence, he heard a sudden scream come from the bathroom. He turned and limped quickly towards the bathroom. As he popped his head in the room, his eyes grew at what he saw.
Christine sat on the ground, her back against the small wall, like earlier. She looked like a mess, though. Her skin was pale, eyes were glassy, face was filled with tears and sweat; she looked like she was medically ill. She only had a simple black tang top on and a pair of short-shorts. The thing that House saw made him worry; he looked down at Christine's arm and saw a long, fresh cut along her wrist. The blood dripped onto the tiled floors, making a puddle of red, smelly liquid. House also noticed a few other cuts on the same arm, causing him to really feel anxious and fearful.
Before Christine could do anything else, he rushed to her side and turned her face with his hands, forcing her to face him. He wiped away her tears with his thumb. Now that he was closer, he also noticed her lips were very pale, almost blending with her skin.
"I just wanted… to get rid… of the pain." Christine croaked, her voice sounding very weak and sick. Christine felt ashamed for House to see her like this; knowing him, he would call her an idiot for doing this.
House got up and looked in every cupboard in her apartment to look for bandages. He eventually found them and limped as fast as he could to get back to Christine, who still laid on the hard floor. When he got in, he noticed Christine holding a familiar orange bottle. Not knowing he was there, Christine popped a few in her mouth, and swallowed them.
House quickly took the bottle from Christine and threw them in the garbage. Christine tried sitting up and retrieving the vicodin back, but House pushed her back against the wall. Thinking clearly, Christine realized that House had thrown away something that he usually never gets rid of. She looked up at House, her expression still awestruck.
Christine suddenly didn't feel good. She felt her stomach churning, from not eating for a long period of time and having all those tablets of vicodin that she didn't need in the first place. She quickly turned to drop her face towards the toilet and started gagging in it.
House crawled beside her, pulling her long hair up, so nothing coming out of her would stain her hair. With his other hand, he rubbed her back gently and slowly.
After the twenty minutes of gagging in the bathroom, House stayed with her to take care of her. Christine was unconsious, not feeling well from all the pain she went through. House picked her up and limped (without his cane, of course) to Christine's long couch and set her down on that. There was a little space left for him to sit on, so he sat beside Christine, caressing the edges of her face softly.
"You're an idiot." House said softly, yet he smiled as he said that. He then noticed Christine smiling at what he said, meaning that she was awake shortly from her small rest.
"I know I am." Christine muttered. She fluttered her eyes open slowly. As her eyes were somewhat opened, she looked at House with guilt and shame. "I'm so sorry about what I did. I honestly didn't know what I was thinking. It's just hard for me to go through that suffering, loosing someone close to her. Yo-"
Suddenly House placed his lips on Christine's. Her eyes grew, surprised that House did that. She smiled and kissed him back. Shortly, House pulled away and smirked down at her, looking into her blue eyes. "You talk too much."
Christine blushed lightly. "N-No I don't."
House's smirk grew even more. Knowing that Christine was feeling better, he laid down beside her, still looking into her eyes.
The way that House looked at Christine made her feel lucky to have someone like him; even if he was a jerk and being perverted to everyone, but there was a another side of him that she saw. She liked House either way.
Out of even more kindness, House stroked her cheek, slithering his hand to the back of her head. He smiled kindly and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He then leaned toward her ear and whispered softly, "I love you, Christine."
Christine's eyes grew, not expecting him to say that to anyone, especially her. She gulped lightly and saw House grinning at her, making her cheeks warm up and turn a rosey red. She smiled, though, and whispered back, "I love you too, Greg."
"Just call me House."
Christine smiled, and started cuddling towards House. She placed her head between his shoulder and chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Sorry for taking your vicodin." She apologized.
"As long as you took them, I'm fine with it… well, except for your purpose of taking them in the first place." House smirked. He pecked her forehead and muttered to her, "Good night."
"Good night." Christine closed her eyes, relaxed as she laid very close to her new love.
House smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, closingn his eyes as well.
