House watched her, her fluent movements as she was bandaging up a man in the ER, her fluid movements when stitching up a four year old's arm, watching her as she comforted a woman whose husband couldn't be saved.
All he could do was watch. He couldn't tell her he was impressed, smitten with her. It was only a matter of time before she realised he was there.
What he didn't know was that she had seen him, when she was bandaging up the man, stitching up the four year old girl, and as she was consoling the woman whose husband was pronounced D.O.A.
She also caught the glimpse of his eyes, as they momentarily shone at her.
The she saw him walk away, without looking back.
He just couldn't muster up the courage to talk to her, to tell her that he loved her as much as she loved him. If only he could see the way she loved him.
And that's when she broke.