Day Three

I didn't intent to not call. I wanted to. The page was open and everything. Every time I picked up the phone, I couldn't dial. I wanted to stay with House forever, even though I knew that was impossible. When House came home, I was prepared to tell him everything.

"So did you call someone yet?" he asked, clearly uninterested. I held my breath for several seconds until I blurted out "They were all closed." Skeptically, he looked at me.

"They were ALL closed?" I blushed over my stupidity.

"Ok, alright. I admit I didn't call anyone. I forgot." He shook his head.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." He replied. "I can't be with someone who spends an hour in the bathroom."

"I'm sorry I like to look good." I snapped. He looked at me for a brief second and walked away. I figured, what the fuck, he's already pissed at me, why not risk it?

"House, I was wondering-" I was interrupted by the sound of his cell phone. He looked at me, then at his phone.

"Have to take it." Was all he said before flipping his phone open. I wanted to cry. Or punch him in the mouth. After his phone call, he came back half angry and half amused.

"Idiots. Luckily I talked them though everything and I hope they don't kill the patient." He laughed in spite of himself. I couldn't help but stare at him. All traces of his laugh gone, he looked at me.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just...You! You don't care about...fuck. Never mind." I threw my hands up and got my crap together. He followed behind me, the sound of his cane giving him away if he was trying to be subtle.

"You have no place to go."

"That may be so, but I'd rather be anywhere but here." I stormed out of his apartment, hoping with some strange twist of fate, that he would run towards me, grab my arm, cry "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! I LOVE YOU!" and kiss me passionately. He shut the door on me. I actually DIDN'T have a place to go, so I figured my safest place would be Chase's place. At least he wouldn't nag me to death. He opened the door, and, as usual, greeted me with a bewildered look.

"Chase. I have no place to go. Please. Let me stay here." He looked over his shoulder and back at me. Finally he smiled and let me come in. I had put my stuff down and within seconds I heard the voice of someone. A girl. I looked at Chase who suddenly looked terrified.

"Chase..."

"It's alright. She shouldn't care." This "she" was saying something when she saw me and jumped back ten feet. Chase looked at me, then her.

"Oh my God! Chase, who is this?" She didn't look angry, just curious.

"Kayla, this is Wilson. Wilson, this is Kayla. Everyone happy?" Silence.

"I need a drink." Chase walked off to the kitchen and left Kayla and I in the room together. I didn't know what to do, so I walked over to the couch and sat down. Kayla was still standing there when she finally spoke.

"I think I know your situation." I looked up at her and she smiled.

"What do you mean?" She sat down next to me and crossed her legs.

"Look. I've been to the hospital a few times to see Chase and I've seen you there, too. Every time I saw you, you were with House. Now, call me crazy, but the way you look at him is full of intensity and love. I don't see it in him. I can feel it, however. Is that why you are here? Something to do with him?" I couldn't speak. I just stared at her. The only thing I could manage was a tiny nod. Her smile returned and she put her hand on my shoulder.

"I think I can help." She whispered. I wanted to know more, but Chase came back. Every now and then, I kept looking back at Kayla. Our eyes never really met, but I could tell she was still thinking about it. When Chase wasn't looking, she mouthed "I'll help you tomorrow" to me, and I smiled in spite of myself. I didn't even know her, but I trusted her. Still, I couldn't help but ask her why she knew all this. She laughed a little and pulled her hair back.

"After all, he is my father."