AN: Sorry that I took a while to write this one. I hope you enjoy!
I sat in the hospital bed waiting for the results. I hate hospitals. I used to have a stepdad. His name was David Carter. My mother meet him though some old high school friends. a few years after David and my mother got married. He got a brain tumor. The type of cancer was called Glioblastoma. The tumor was in the part of David's brain that controlled motor functions. I had to watch my step dad who I was very close to go from walking normally to and cane then a walker and finally a wheelchair. He ended up getting something stuck in his colon and had to have surgery to get it out. For healthy people the surgery takes about 2 weeks to recover from and David just couldn't. After a few days in the ICU my mother pulled the plug. I realised that I was tearing up. Why did everyone I love have to die? Why do good people die sooner than the rest? Why would God put all this guilt onto a 16 year old boy?
I heard the sliding door open. It was House again. "It's just a Hamstring Muscle Contusion." House said.
"But you said it was some genetic thing?" I said and tried to cover up that fact I was crying.
"You don't have it." House said and walked up to me. "On the other hand. You never told me that you were in the car crash with your mother." House said.
"I wasn't hurt from it." I said. How did he find that I was in the crash?
"Yes you were but the combination of shock and adrenaline took the pain away. Your mother dying gave you the shock but the fight with that kid from your high school pumped you up with adrenaline." House said like it was obvious. As if on cue my leg started to hurt. I grunted. House nodded as if that confirmed his diagnosis. "I'll prescribe you some pain meds and bed rest until Saturday." House said.
"So I'll be stuck in the apartment?" I asked.
"Yes as of now you are discharged from PPTH." House said and did some jazz hand movements.
~HOUSE MD~
The next few days consisted of me on the couch watching TV and trying to write a eulogy for my mother's funeral on Sunday. On Friday night I was trying to write the eulogy when House came home from work. He completely ignored what I was doing and limped to his room. This was unusual. Most of the time when he came home House would bother me until I ignored him. "You okay? No snarky comments today?" I yelled from the couch. He didn't answer so I grabbed my crutches and maneuvered to House's bedroom door. I knocked on the door.
House opened the door. "I'm fine. I just wanted to see how you'd react." House said a grabbed the eulogy that was still in my hands. "What's this for?" House asked.
"My mother's funeral on Sunday. I figured you wouldn't even care if I went seeing as you hate religions." I said.
House was reading the eulogy. "You've written eulogies before." House said and handed it back to me.
"Yeah I've done it for my grandparents and my step dad." I said.
"Step dad?" House asked. I nodded and told him the whole brain tumor story. House listened to the whole thing. He took my crutches away. "Your leg is fine now. I want to take you somewhere." House said.
~HOUSE MD~
House brought me to a music store. I've never been in this one before. My mother always said it was too expensive for us. I hesitated at the door but House nudged me inside. I almost gasped at the amount of instruments.
"Hey Greg! Looking for anything?" Asked one of the workers.
"Alec, this is the owner Mark." House said to me.
"Hello Mark." I said and shook his hand.
I walked over to the acoustic guitars as House talked to Mark. I was looking at the cheap ones but House gestured at the expensive ones. I shook my head. House sighed. "Look Alec I'm a doctor might as well take advantage of it." House said. I walked back over to House.
"You're not buying me one." I said to House. "I'm not ripping money off of you." I said. He pouted. "Fine I'll try one." I said. I've always wanted an acoustic electric guitar but could never afford a good one. I smiled at the Taylor guitars. One of the Taylor guitars caught my eye. Mark pulled it off the wall for me to try. I pulled a pick out of my pocket and played lean on me.
"Nice." House said and Mark nodded.
My face turned red. "I'm not that good or anything." I said.
"No, you're great. Almost as good as Greg I'd say." Mark said.
"Maybe even better." House said.
I've never thought I'm even okay at playing guitar. Mother always said I was good but she's my mother. Mother's always say things like that to their kids. I've never played to people besides at my church but I was always playing with Jimmy. The reason I chose Music as my minor is because I'm way better at piano and singing. Guitar on the other hand is just a hobby. I've played piano at many concerts and I was in my school's choir. I always had a least one solo. I set the guitar down. "I'm better at piano." I mumbled and walked over to a piano. I played one of the songs I've written.
"Stick with guitar kid. You'll get more girls that way." House said. I didn't know if that was a compliment or not so I just nodded. "Alec pick a guitar or I'll pick one for you." House said and limped over to the counter. I sighed. I guess he's not going to let me leave without one. I picked the guitar that I tried out. Mark went to grab the case for it. House also bought me some more picks, extra strings, and a capo.
~HOUSE MD~
In the car we talked about our favorite bands. Most of the bands we both enjoyed. Well, except for my contemporary christian bands. When we got back to the apartment House insisted to have me play some more songs. I played mostly Beatles songs because I had most of those memorized. At some point House played his piano as I played the guitar. At midnight we stopped and watched some TV together.
"When's the funeral?" Housed asked as he drank some whiskey.
"It starts at 11 AM. I need to be there an hour earlier to help set up. Then after the burial there's an event at one of my mother's friends house. You know the Irish always have parties to celebrate the person's life after the funeral and she is... I mean was Irish." I told him. I looked up at the ceiling. It's going to take some time getting used to talking about her in past tense. Some time later I fell asleep on the couch.
AN: I'm running short of ideas. So if you guys have any ideas that would be very helpful. Also I'll be pretty busy coming up. I have a Convention and a camp coming up. It will probably take a lot longer to get the next chapter up. As always thanks for reading!