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Chapter II
After having a quick word with Doctor Yeats (a fine, caring and decent doctor, unlike a certain doctor you deal with every single day of your life), you enter room 109, were your older brother is lying on his back, in a comma, and his black and blue body and broken bones shock you beyond words. This is your older brother, whose strength you've always admired. When you were a child of six and he was thirteen, he seemed huge and invincible, and you were never able to get rid of that impression. Therefore, his vulnerability astonishes you, but in a negative way. It can't be him. But it is him.
There's no doubt he'll make it. You need to tell yourself that he will make it. That they will make it. You hold his unharmed hand and squeeze it softly.
You walk out of the room wiping the tears away from your face.
You spot your brother's best friend, Mike, sitting on a nearby chair, holding your sleeping nephew, and you walk towards him.
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'What happened to Cuddy?' House raises his eyebrow at you.
'What makes you think I know what happened to Cuddy?' Damn, he really is a crappy liar.
'Come on Jimmy. Even Cameron would have hidden it better!' He smirks, and you feel like strangling him with your own hands. Or with a wire, for a most dramatic effect.
'OK' He was going to find out anyway 'His brother was in a car crash and he was admitted at Princeton General. Happy now?'
'Oh yes, very' He begins to exit the office, but he suddenly turns back 'Her older brother?'
'I don't know, she said 'my brother Jack'' Now is your turn to raise an eyebrow 'Are you interested? Do you care?'
'Not really, but I remember him from a night out about 20 years ago. He pretended he was cool with Cuddy dating me, but sent me death glares throughout the whole evening. The 'you are fucking my little sister' sort of glares. It was pretty intimidating.'
'I seriously doubt it' you chuckle. An unpleasant older brother wouldn't intimidate House at all. Not in a million years.
'It's so sad, even my best friend doesn't trust me. You know, you are hurting my non-existent feelings'
'Yeah, right' But your reply is lost to House. He's already out of the room, and a little voice, that some people call conscience, blames you for telling him, for he most surely will go mess with one distressed Lisa Cuddy.
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So, here it is. Chapter II. I hope you liked it, and I apologize for its... SHORTNESS? Please review.
And thanks for the reviews for the previous chapter.