Little drama coming! I hope you like it!
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- I was thinking... Wilson began.
- Yeeees?
- What if... House had been sick longer than we thought, and we didn't notice?
- Wilson, I practically lived with him for almost a year, I would have realised it.
- But... He is a master in hiding things...
- Yes, but he couldn't hide a mental illness.
- If it was in the first stages... Nurse Garett spoke about a personality more violent than the others, right?
Cuddy glared at him.
- Don't seek excuses for him! He was just himself in destroying my house! The arrogant and jealous bastard that everyone knows!
- What if... It wasn't the case. What if his jump from the fourth floor of that hostel was a "symptom" too?
- What if he just wanted to scare you? Oh, and that's probably because of his disease that my dates are bumbled, your lunches stolen, the patients offended, the ….
- Okay Cuddy, I got it! But you're comparing stolen lunches with a jump from the fourth floor?
Cuddy shook her head.
- What he did is unforgivable, if rightfully it is because of a mental illness he crashed his car into my house, all of his responsibility is taken away. Worse, it becomes our responsibility, because we were the two persons closer to him and we didn't help him. I don't want that!
- Well, as he would answer you...
- If you quote Mick Jagger, I pull your eyebrows out!
Wilson couldn't help but laugh at that.
Greg exited the candy store, a candy bag in his hand. He hadn't been very kind with Rachel, by leaving her alone. So he was going to redeem himself. He popped a lollipop into his mouth, self-satisfied.
Suddenly, something pushed him and pinned him against a wall.
- Your wallet, quick sticks you schmuck!
He looked down to see a little gun pointed at his belly. His reaction was immediate. Dropping the candy bag, he pulled his knife out of his belt, and stuck the point on the throat of his attacker.
- Hey! Calm down buddy!
- Who's goin' to calm down, skid mark ? House growled , furious.
The guy stepped back, putting distance between his throat and the 3 inches blade.
Seeing House make a threatening step toward him, he shot and ran.
He saved himself by catching the wall, avoiding to fall. He wasn't in pain. Never in pain. Picking the candy bag, he went back to the hostel as if nothing were wrong.
He found Rachel asleep on the bed. A little smile stretched his lips. He liked her, she had spoken to him while he was walking in a fancy neighbourhood of New York ... Except Monica, nobody talked to him.
And Rachel looked like him, they both loved pirate stories... He winced when his belly throbbed.
In his head, not real.
He went to the bathroom, took some tissues and made cotton wool with them which he stuck into the red hole that the man had done to him. Then he fumbled in his pockets, where he found his yo-yo that he made himself with a fishing line and two corks.
Then, he went near Rachel and took one of her hairpins. Grinding his teeth, he sutured the gash over the cotton with his makeshift.
He wasn't in pain.
He threw the left-over of his yo-yo and the hairpin in the trash. He 'll buy a nicer hairpin for Rachel, and a real yo-yo for himself...
He jumped when he heard an enormous crash in the street.
He hurried to the window, and saw an old Volvo crushed against a streetlight which didn't wait for falling over the car.
"Get out"
"What are you mad about, just let it out, you'll feel better "
"You were right, I feel much better."
He turned his gaze to . Rachel's mom. The woman he had destroyed the house.
" What are you waiting for?"
House turned his head, looking for the origin of the voice.
"Wasn't it your goal from the beginning?"
House put his hand over his ears. That voice scared him. Last time he heard it, it had told him to kill a man. It seems to escalate in volume .
" She tore open your heart, you're in agony because of her, now is the time to tear open hers."
- I-I'm not in pain. He replied by automatism.
" Come on, who are you going to convince by repeating that over and over?"
- I'm nut. Normal peoples are right. Whined Greg. I'm in pain because I'm nut. It's not real. Nut people always are imagining things...
"Yeah. Right. The fact that you were dying of love for her and she left you like a scum after she gave you the hope of a life with her hasn't done anything to you."
"Don't. Don't, please don't!"
"Goodbye House"
- I-I've no ri-right.. I-I've been horrib-ble with her.
He felt like a clamp clasped his chest.
He let out a squeak, falling on the bed. Usually, Monica was with him in these moments, she made the voice go, she kept it from torturing him. She hold him in her arms as if she was his mother.
" Now. You'll feel much better after that. Go on."
His fingers tightened around the knife.
His gaze met Rachel's. She was awake.
She gave him a 200 watt smile.
- You cam' back? We goin' to do super things tonight, right Daddy?
Rachel's smile slowly faded .
- Did I say somethin' wrong?
House touched his cheek. Two wet trails flowed down the length of his face to meet under his chin.
- Rachel... Do you really want me to be your Daddy?
- Ya'! You great Daddy! Rachel answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
At that instant, House knew the voice was not coming back.