Poor Little Teen
by Rondabunny
Chapter Two
[I haven't thought about continuation, but if you're so sure you need one...]
Thirteen:
What time is it? No, no, I don't want to open my eyes. I know he's starring at me. He is always watching me. I feel his eyes going down my face to my body line under the blanket. I know when I open my eyes I will meet his and I don't want it. I'm too scared. It is too painful to see his cold blue piercing gaze. I wish I died yesterday. At least there would be no reality to face, nothing to regret. Now I have to deal with it somehow. His stupid sarcastic humor once again, my humiliation, torture of my colleagues everything will start all over. I need to quit, to run from them, but now all I have to do is to stand up, take a shower and go through humiliation routine. Come on! Open your eyes, Remy! You are stronger than anybody of them, you can do it! Why do I soothe myself? I am alive, I am functioning, and I am damn angry, it means a can play them like a piano.
She stood up and was really surprised not to see House in the arm-chair right in front of her bed. "Thanks God, he's gone," – she thought to herself. Remy walked barefoot into her living-room and finally she saw him there curled on her couch sound asleep. Dr. Hadley stood there for a moment enjoying the view and went to the bathroom. There was no blanket covering him but she didn't want to do it either. It was his decision to come here and save her. She didn't ask him to do it. She wanted to be alone, a safeguard wasn't in her duties. So, Remy went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
House woke up to the sound of running water. He nearly jumped from the couch. How, how could he fell asleep? Where is he? No! Where is she? He was supposed to make sure she wouldn't hurt herself. How on earth could he fell asleep like a log?! He stretched his leg, stood up and limped as fast as he could to the bathroom door. House tried it but the door was closed. He hammered on the door as if it was a drum.
"Are you O.K. there?" – he asked trying to break the damn door.
"None of you business, House!" – was the answer from the bathroom.
He let go of the doorknob and leaned on the wall to calm down.
House:
Fine. She is angry. That's fine. There are two options here. Either she is angry with me seeing her vulnerable or it's just her menstrual molimina which is much worse taking into consideration that she nearly killed herself yesterday. Thank God, I'm not a woman and my sanity doesn't coincide with the monthly period. O.K. I'll go and find something sweet and nutritious in the fridge maybe it will work.
Thirteen left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She passed House ignoring his quizzical stare.
"What? Haven't seen a naked woman in the towel for a long time?" – The voice asked from the bedroom.
"No, my latter theory has crashed," – House answered drinking his coffee.
"Theory about what?" – she asked getting dressed.
"About why you are so angry today," – he replied.
"And what is your answer to it?" – Hadley asked appearing fully dressed in her kitchen in front of House.
"It doesn't have anything in common with ice-cream," – House pointed to a bucket of vanilla ice-cream on the table.
"It definitely doesn't," – she sipped her coffee and put a spoonful of ice-cream in her mouth.
"Come on, let's go or we'll be late. You take your car and I'll follow," – he told her and put his cup into the sink.
"Wait, are you going to nurse me the whole day long?" – Remy looked at her boss desperately.
"Are you going to make another attempt?" – he replied her question on question.
"No."
"Liar," – he took the cane and left the apartment.
House in his office:
So, what do we have today? Foreman gave me a medical report of some stupid moron who desperately needs my diagnosis. Taub is thinking about his wife and how to live happily ever after without children. And Thirteen is already here trying to avoid my caring gaze. I have two problems to deal with. On the one hand I have a patient with a neurocirculatory dystonia and heart problem on the other hand I have Thirteen who has to be watched by somebody the whole day, maybe a week or even a month long before the moment I will be sure she won't do that enormously stupid thing again. I have one mouse and two cats to follow her, plus me as the main player, Chase, Cameron and Wilson as watchers and Cuddy as non-involved. Great, let's start the game!
Thirteen sitting in the toilet:
Oh, it nearly seven o'clock. Great! Maybe it will be possible for me to sneak from this hell. I knew that House is a freak but I didn't know he is this freaky! Today is a disaster. Everywhere I go I'm followed by someone. I do the examination Taub does it with me. I do the analyses Forman is chatting about something doing other analyses in the lab. I go in cafeteria and run into Chase and Cameron there. It was great that they haven't invited me to eat with them or I would get definitely sick. I have to stop this. I feel like a mouse in a trap. What the hell did I take those syringes at home? Why didn't I buy drugs as usual? An overdose is also a good decision. But no, I had to take it from here, to make House see me! Why am I so f……ly stupid?!
"Are you still breathing in there?" – a man with a cane asked behind the door.
She rolled her eyes: "Do I have a right to pee?"
"No! Patients on suicidal watch can do things only if the doctor's watching!" – was the sarcastic reply.
She flung the door open nearly hitting him in the face: "Is this some kind of idiotic game how-to-get-into-my-pants?"
"Wow! You're so self-assured you're pretty. Yes, you are hot I admit it but not for my money!" – said House.
"Then stop controlling me! Leave me alone!" – Remy tried to push him away but he stopped her by pressing her to the wall with the help of the cane.
"Leave you to do what? To cut your veins, to jump from a roof, to drug yourself to death? Do I have to watch my people die? I didn't notice Kutner's depression because I was obsessed about you. I knew you would explode. I've seen it when you drugged yourself with everything which that old moron with the gun ordered. When you was on a trial I thought I could have a rest, 'cause Foreman was near but he screwed up and we had nearly lost you. You, Kutner, Cameron and others from my teams, you are like my kids. Why don't you understand this? But you, Remy, you… are the most precious one. You are intelligent, you are smart enough not to show things, you can defend yourself, you can beat anyone of them. If something happened to me I would like to see you on my place not Foreman, not Cameron or Chase but you. I can't cure Huntington's but if I could I would give my life to save you, because when I look at you I see myself. And I don't understand why did you give up on life? In eight years you have you can make much more than any ordinary man in his life. You can make them remember your personality, who you are!" – House stepped aside to let her go.
"I'm not like you! I won't be like you ever! You know what? I quit! Don't follow me or I call the police!" – she turned away ready to leave.
"You're hurting yourself, because you are always in pain like I am. You are constantly in pain because of your past and your nearest future. You can't go anywhere. You are always alone. There is nobody to listen to you, that is why, you choose to die. Great! Go, smash your head against the wall but you must know that you life will be as unimportant as your death," – House concluded. He watched her close the door behind herself. He hit the damn wall with all his might just to feel himself alive…