Rainy Days and Delusions Always Bring Me Down
Greg stared up at the ceiling feeling trapped in an emotional hell. This delusion, or hallucination, or whatever it was weighed on him as much physically as it did psychologically. He lay there tormented by the inability tell what was real.
When Remy Hadley entered the room, he hadn't even noticed. She was practically standing over him and he didn't see her.
"Hey," she said softly to get his attention without startling him.
He drew in a quick breath, slightly freaked out over her sudden appearance. "Where did you come from?" Instinctually he wanted to shrink away from her but physically couldn't. "Why are you here?"
"You asked me to come. Yesterday, anyway. But you had a bad day and were sedated. So I decided to come today to see how you're doing."
"Leave me alone, Remy. None of this is real." He squeezed his eyes shut hoping she'd be gone when he opened them again.
"House, you've never called me by my given name." Thirteen reached for his hand. "So you hallucinated Amber again. It doesn't mean you're still hallucinating. I'm here. And this is all very real."
"That's what you would say if this was a delusion."
"No, if this was a delusion, knowing how your brain works, you'd expect me to tell you I have a crush on you and that we should hook up and have kinky sex." She was blushing a little bit. There was a lot of admiration for the man, but crushing on him wasn't in the mix.
"So you kissing me isn't going to happen."
"I may be bi, but I'm not crazy. The last time I slept with someone who was my boss…"
"Hmm. Maybe this is real."
"The thought of me and Foreman set you straight?"
"Not exactly. However, in a delusion or hallucination I always get what I want from the woman involved." He saw surprise, or was it shock, on Thirteen's face. "Amber was the exception."
"Maybe Amber was what you wanted for Wilson's happiness." She patted House's hand.
"Then why was she so evil?" Greg was still trying to decide if Remy Hadley was really there.
"You wanted her there for Wilson, but she was only there because of the Vicodin. Your brain knew the drugs were bad, and in turn, Amber had to be bad."
Greg squeezed her hand. The solidity of her flesh was reassuring. What she said was logical. Yet he still wasn't sure he could trust what he was experiencing.
"Do you want me to stay or go?" Remy didn't know what would be best.
"He looked her over, noted the magazine rolled up in her pocket and wondered why she would ask. "Don't you have a job to go to?"
"Not today. Personal day. Friend's in the hospital."
"I don't think it matters, so do what you want."