A.N.- Here's another :) Enjoy!

Chapter 22- Massage Therapy

Elena Amber

After gushing over outfits with Addie we walked back to my office and James was still there, sitting in my chair looking like he had not moved since I left. "Hi," I said and grinned. He got up and walked over and swept me up putting his right hand behind my back and his dominant left hand felt my lymph nodes.

"You two are so cute," Addie said, "I can't even. I'll let you two be. Are you still clocking out at twelve thirty?"

"Thanks Addie and yes I think so," I said and smiled.

"Okay girlie. I think I might leave early too, I've got some last minute things I need to do before New York."

"You'd better send me tons of pictures," I ordered.

"You sure you don't want to come with? I promise you won't be third wheeling me and Clay Saturday."

I smiled, "You go ahead and kick ass up in NYC."

Addie laughed, "Ha love you. See you Monday? I'll tell you all about it over lunch."

At twelve thirty James and I walked in to PPTH and took the elevator to the fourth floor where his office and House's were located. We walked in to House's office and Chase, Thirteen, and Cameron were there. House was playing a Nintendo DS and sitting on one of the couches in his office.

"Wilson, just the man I wanted to see," House said, "I was wondering where you were; I was missing you. Pistol, come here I want to work on your back some more." I was reluctant, but I came to sit on the couch with House and he made me fall like Humpty Dumpty onto the couch where my stomach was against his legs.

"What are you going to do to her?" Thirteen asked, "Break her back?"

"I don't think Wilson would like that very much. Wilson, come here and sit at her head and support it." James came and placed my head and shoulders in his lap. I turned my face to House's team. James rubbed my neck and shoulders gently while House put pressure on my back.

"Do you want to hold my hand love?" James asked me softly like I imagine he did for his pediatric cancer patients and connected my left hand with his right.

"Twenty-five year old woman Elena Amber Wilson presents with trouble sleeping, muscle stiffness, inability to go on with daily routines. Differential diagnosis is grief; it's making her tense. I didn't figure this out until just now but you need to be massaging her back every night to see if you can resolve the tenseness, Wilson."

"How much do you eat daily?" Thirteen asked me.

"Lunch and dinner always," I said and squeezed James' hand, "I'm trying to eat more and regain the weight I lost in the first few weeks after my brother died. I wouldn't eat unless I had to in those first few weeks."

"How much weight did you lose?"

"Ten pounds."

"Oh my God," Thirteen said amazed. "How much do you weigh now?"

"She's one ten now. I make sure she eats," James said, "we are getting better with it."

"Are you on IV fluids?" Thirteen asked me.

"It depends on how much she eats," James said, "on days where she doesn't eat much I put her on IV fluids to help."

"What about the wedding plans? That's enough to stress out anyone who isn't going through a grieving period," Cameron interjected. I squeezed James' hand as House put more pressure on my back.

"House, be more gentle. I don't want you hurting her accidentally," James said and I felt House's fingers relax.

"Yeah wedding plans too," I agreed with Cameron, "It's a lot of work to make sure everything is how you want it."