𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

sixteen; distract me

( allusions to smut + House inducing a migraine on himself lol and treating it by getting high )

{☀️ 🌩️}

"Here you go," Vickie plopped a thick, Indian-English dictionary into House's lap before taking a seat in the chair beside him. After their arrival at PPTH, House had quickly found something non-case related, since they didn't have one, to occupy himself with something that wasn't Vickie, while the assistant had breakfast with Cuddy.

During the conversation with the Dean of Medicine, the Yun woman had received a text from her boss asking to meet her at the observation deck above the operating theatre, and that she should bring a dictionary.

"What'd you need it for?" She asked as she shifted in the chair so she could rest her feet in his lap. House accepted the gesture and lifted the two medical journals in his lap to accommodate her sparkly heeled feet.

"Translating," he replied in a 'duh!' tone of voice. Vickie hummed and the two enveloped into silence. After a few seconds, his assistant got out her knitwear and continued to work on what was starting to look like a gray cardigan.

The silence was soon interrupted by House pronouncing a word from the Indian medical journal, "Deia rei marki. Deia rei marki!"

Vickie paid him no mind and just continued working on her knitting, when the door opened to reveal Foreman, "Been looking for you."

"Been avoiding you," House replied, after which he added, "Burn unit can handle it."

"If they could handle it, they wouldn't be asking for you," his Fellow replied, which had Vickie humming in agreement. House poked her exposed calf in reply, to which she shot him a grin.

Foreman, meanwhile, checked something on his phone before tossing a patient's file into House's lap — atop Vickie's feet. As he did so, Foreman saw what his boss was reading, "Is that a Journal?"

"Friend wrote an article." House said absentmindedly.

"In Hindi?"

"They have a cutting edge neuroscience program in India. Says so right on the cover," he handed Foreman the journal, as if to say, 'see, it says so', but all the letters were Hindi so Foreman just took his word for it. As he had handed the journal off, House opened the file and quickly skimmed it, "Kid's heart rate's a mess."

"Tachycardia can be explained by the burn." Foreman deduced, tucking the medical journal beneath his arm.

"I assume the burn unit knew that." House quipped as he stood to walk with Foreman toward their soon-to-be-patient. He let his duckling leave to room first, and once he was, House turned back to kiss Vickie —taking her by pleasant surprise, as she giggled into the kiss— and said, "Quickie for lunch?"

She replied against his lips, "I'll see you in the janitors closet."

"Hmm, very romantic."

Vickie rolled her eyes and he saw a twinkle appear in those dark pools of her, "We could always do it in Wilson's office?"

House left the room with a smirk.

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Their newest patient was a sixteen year old boy who suffered severe burns on his chest after a motorcycle incident, but he was having heart problems too —which was what made House so interested in his case.