She strokes a sling of her hair back with her free hand not holding the stocking. She leans slightly forward to put it on, but freezes in the middle of the movement, sighs and leans back on the chair again. This was the second try. She's never failed the second try before. "C'mon", she encourages herself, "you can do it. Despites, House's pain is worse than this every day". Still, it's hard to convince herself to try, because she knows that if she fails the third attempt she doesn't know how to handle it. One deep breath, then she bends forward ignoring the of pain shooting through the low left of her back, puts her foot in the stocking and pulls it up. Her breathing rapid now, pulse high.