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We had a group study session each day, and as days turned into weeks, I got quite used to it. It had become the most interesting session of the day, until, one Friday morning, we excused ourselves from it. The day had been ordinary enough until Dr Cuddy reminded us about the forthcoming tests. That wasn't an issue, but the portions for the first test definitely were. We would be tested on what we had selected as our second language, she said, causing us to wonder what our second languages were. "French," she said looking at our bemused faces. "And German for you," she said looking at Dan.
I hadn't read French for over four months, and I wondered whether I would remember anything at all.
That meant I had four months' worth French reading piled up for the weekend, I realized suddenly. But I wasn't the only one, I guessed, judging by the others' faces. Dan was the only one who looked unperturbed.
"I'll tell House that you'll be busy," she said, and departed.

It felt as though the day lasted forever. The afternoon stretched on and on, and I had reached a stage when I felt as though I didn't care anymore. I needed a change from it, I decided. I looked around the room. Katherine sat at the windowsill, dreamily looking out. The book lay forgotten on her lap. Eric was furiously scribbling in a notebook but what he was writing didn't look like French. Emily was revising from her notes and Robert was reading a French novel we had been assigned. It looked demanding, so I had put off reading it. Dan would probably find it easy, I thought. That morning, when Emily had asked him why he was so unruffled by the test, he replied that he'd mastered French as a child, which was why he chose German. I decided to ask him to clear my doubts. I stood up, and Robert looked up as though waiting for an excuse to be distracted. "How's the book?" I asked. "C'est fantastique," he replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at him and made my way out of the room.

Dan was in his room, or rather, study space. He wasn't studying, however. He was watching something with his headphones on and didn't even hear me enter. He realized that someone was in his room and began, "I was just about to start-"and then stopped when he saw that it was me. "I thought it was Cuddy," he said, and I smiled, amused.

He explained topics I had doubts in, and I stepped out an hour later, my head spinning with rules of verb conjugation.

On my way back, I passed House and Cuddy. It looked as though they were arguing. Cuddy was yelling at him but he continued limping forward, unconcerned.

By the time I reached the others, the mood of the group had changed. All of them were studying seriously now, quite possibly having discerned how much they had to do in such a short while. I joined them, and got started on the novel. It was a crime mystery, and more fun than I expected.

The sun had set long before I finished the book, and by the time I did, I was desperately longing for a change. I didn't have a choice, I reminded myself, and continued. I didn't get far with it, though, for a short while later, Eric and Emily decided that it was time for a break and walked out hand in hand. Katherine went in search of Dan, and I was left with Robert. We looked at each other, and Robert closed his books. "Let's leave too", he said, and I readily agreed. We wandered around the corridors aimlessly, and just as I was about to suggest going back, we ran into House.

"Return this to the library and tell her to stop paging me," he said, handing us a huge book with 'PPTH Official Records' on it. "Won't you have to sign the library register?" I asked but House didn't reply. Instead he walked away, surprisingly fast for a cripple.

We went to the library and returned the book to an unsurprisingly annoyed librarian who muttered about people who didn't follow hospital protocol. I was about to leave but Robert stopped me. "Let's look around."
"We have to go back and study," I said, but he pulled me along anyways.
Once inside, I forgot completely about studying. The walls were filled with thick, musty books. Admittedly, they were all medical books, but I still felt attracted. Further inside, the shelves were filled with CD's on different topics.

"Let's watch one of these and relax," said Robert with a smirk. I wasn't sure if he was serious, but I played along. "This one looks interesting," I said, picking up a CD about The different types of Autism and their characteristics. "That's it, then," he said and borrowed it from the library. I laughed at his absurd idea, but he didn't respond. "So you're serious?" I asked as we walked out.

I wasn't paying attention to where we were going and noticed only when we walked into a small theatre-sort of room. "Yeah," he replied with the same cute smirk. In that case, let's get popcorn for our movie, I said.

Ten minutes later, we both were seated next to each other with buttered popcorn from the cafeteria. The CD was on, but I don't think either of us paid much attention to it.

"We ought to go back," I said remembering suddenly.
"You ought to loosen up," he said. "Nerd."

I threw a single popcorn at him. He retaliated with a handful, and quite suddenly, it turned into a full-fledged food fight. I didn't remember having that much fun in ages.

We settled down, ate the remaining popcorn, and watched in silence. It was more interesting than we gave it credit for, but we both were tired. Neither of us realised that the other had fallen asleep.

I heard the sound of a door opening, and opened my eyes and looked around the room. The CD had long gotten over, and the room was littered with now-stale popcorn.

Robert was still asleep, his blond hair a little tousled. I couldn't help but notice that he looked good asleep.

I didn't have much time to ponder this, for the door opened and a very familiar face poked in through the door. I realised that the sound I had heard wasn't that of a door opening but that of a person using a cane.

"I've no doubt that you two are busy having fun together, but I need the room," said House louder than necessary.

Robert awoke by then, looking thoroughly confused. Wilson followed House in with a CD in his hand, and Robert shook himself awake.

"Clean the room after we're done," said House and threw our CD at me. I caught it, and Robert and I walked out as fast as we could without running.

Robert's ears were red with embarrassment, and I was sure mine were too. I sighed and looked at my phone. It was 4:20 am.

There was no point in going back to sleep, we decided, and made our way to the group study room to get an early start to the day.

It was blissfully empty, and as we made up for the time we had missed the previous night, I felt strangely peaceful. Doing things with Robert felt right, somehow, as though we belonged together. I blushed at the thought and looked up to see what he was doing. He was reading seriously, and inspired, I did too.

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