Thirteen lay in her bed that night, surrounded by darkness. The blankets that were in contact with her skin felt as though they were suffocating her. She tossed and turned, trying to feel some sense of comfort again. She quickly tossed the covers off of her body and planted her feet on the ground. The cold hardwood sent a cold sensation up her legs that felt like little knives cutting into the soles of her feet. She slowly rose from her bed and began making her way towards her kitchen. Along the way, she paused, staring at her cell phone sitting in a dish on the table in her living room. She contemplated dialing her number; the number she had been longing to dial for the past week. She stared at the phone; seeing her reflection in the screen. She picked the phone up and flipped it open.
She began dialing a number, but then quickly snapped the phone shut. She threw the phone back into the dish; the echo of the phone hitting the ceramic dish echoed throughout her apartment.
As she entered her kitchen, the bright green light of the clock on her stove reminded her of the hours left until she had to go to work. It was only three thirty in the morning; which meant she had three more hours until she needed to wake up for work. Thirteen opened her refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of Arbor Mist. She slammed the door shut behind her and reached into the shelf to pull out a glass. She filled the glass half full with the 'liquid comfort,' and she took the glass to her couch. She sank into the cushions, sipping on the fruity tasting spirit. Her mind began racing.
The three days that had passed since the 'Jetta affair,' as it had come to be known, felt like an eternity to Thirteen, who had been avoiding Lisa as much as possible. She stepped off the elevator and began making her way towards the break room where Kutner, House, Taub, and Foreman were congregated. Thirteen could tell by the expressions on their faces that House was on another one of his infamous tirades. But she noticed he wasn't talking, he was listening; intently. As she got closer to the door, she saw a dark haired woman sitting next to Kutner. Kutner seemed engaged in conversation with her; as though he was speaking to an old friend. Thirteen entered the room, and immediately her heart sank. She saw the angered expression on House's face, and then her eyes met with the mysterious dark haired woman who had captured everyone's attention…Jetta. She turned and gave a smug smirk to Thirteen,
"Oh hey, babe. I was just telling the guys here about our little rendezvous at the Tryst the other night. Did you know Kumar was there?" Thirteen looked at Jetta with a horrified expression. Thirteen spoke through clenched teeth,
"…Jetta, can I speak to you a moment?"