Chapter 11- His dream

"Greg" the soft voice called him.

"What? He growled irritably, House felt like he'd only just gotten off to sleep and now someone had done him the ungrateful favour of waking him up for work.

"You were going to tell me something"

"What are you talking about?" He opened his eyes, and starting rubbing them so he could focus on who he was talking to. But she was standing over him like an apparition of an angel.

Katrina stood there all dressed in white her black hair contrasting with what she was wearing; Katrina seated herself at the end of his bed. She was looking at him smiling.

All House could do was sit up and let his mouth hang open.

"So what were you going to tell me?" she asked

"I wasn't going to tell you anything. But now I have to tell you, you look really beautiful" he smiled still in awe of her beauty.

"Stop gawping at me. It doesn't suit you" she joked.

"I'm sorry" he said casting his eyes towards the floor.

"You've told me that already. What's really on your mind Greg?"

The question seemed so odd it made him look back at her before replying,

"Nothing else"

"Stop lying to me Greg! Just tell me what's on your mind!" she had gotten up and walked round to front of the bed so she was now face-to-face with him. Now she could see his facial expressions properly.

"I'm not lying to you!" he retaliated getting out of bed; he stood up and stared down at her.

"Are you sure?" she stared back; she wouldn't back down now, not even if he tried to stare her down. "Because I hate the way you bottle up your emotions! They need to be let out! Just let me in!" after shouting at him she continued with "I can help you."

She went to touch his hand but an invisible force held her back. Katrina stopped for a second looking shocked at this barrier, but then started knocking against it. A barrier would not stop her from getting though to Greg, but she found she was still unable to get through to him.

However much he wanted her to break though, a part of him still wanted this barrier between them. He looked at her no emotion on his face, whereas Katrina's face showed every emotion of sadness as possible.

She was weeping uncontrollably and pounding her fists against the barrier, shouting to him. But the shouts where muffled so he couldn't make out what she was saying.

She was persistent. She really believed that she could break through this barrier and reach him. Maybe if he saw how hard she was trying, Greg would get rid of this barrier and they could be together.

But finally she gave up and slumped on the floor resting her tired head on the barrier; she refused to look at him and sat there panting like a dog.

The glow that had surrounded her before was now flickering faintly. The room had become darkened and the light that glowed was like a dim ember which came from the woman on the floor.

The white clothes had become dirty and damaged; her black hair had become wet and knotted, from the sweat she had given out while trying to break the barrier. Her once delicate hands had become bruised and bloodied from the effort of pounding at the barrier and her beautiful youthful face had become old and haggard.

The last thing he noticed about her was that the life in her light blue eyes had dimmed, and that far away look had disappeared leaving them now looking black.

House heard his bedroom door open and saw the figure of Wilson walk in. He was also dressed in white and he now became the stronger light which dazzled within the room.

Wilson knelt down and grabbed Katrina's hand, she appeared weak. House had never thought of her as weak. She was a strong person. Nothing could keep her down. Seeing her like this worried him.

She then stood up and clung to Wilson's chest and nuzzled into it, feeling the love and warmth he was giving out to her.

He looked at House and gave a brief smile. But it was filled with pity.

Then he spoke and to House's surprise he heard it.

"You missed your chance. If you don't let her in she'll abandon you, and then move on to someone she feels, gives her the love that she desperately needs. She will love them, but they will always be second best."

Wilson and Katrina walked out the room leaving House alone and wondering what Wilson had meant.

"What chance?" he asked himself in the darkness he stood in. House walked over to the door to ask Wilson what he meant and shouted "What do you mean by second best?"

Suddenly realised he wasn't using his cane.

At that point he realised.

It was a dream.

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