Working In the Offices (House_Owner X Reader)

Chapter 10

SPOILER ALERT:

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 'BREAKING BAD', 'BAMBI' AND 'THE FAULT IN OUR STARS' SPOILERS.

Everyone left as soon as possible to get away from the awkward aura.

Ross left my crutches in my office and I didn't exactly want to ask anyone for help since anyone I was comfortable with had gone, so I had to be a genius and think of a plan. I swivel in the office chair and look around the room to try and find something to use to push me along. My eyes catch onto a golf club and after using my right leg to pull me over to it, I set out on my adventure.

I push myself out of the room by pushing with the golf club, ever so slowly making progress. I'm fortunate as no one seems to be around, where did they all go?

After five minutes I barely make it anywhere and I'm out of breath.

"This takes a lot more effort than I expected..." I mumble to myself.

I start to push myself again and I try pushing with all the power my feeble arms can handle but this just made the chair almost fall over.

Push... Push... Push... wobble... break... push... wobble.

It takes a while to get anywhere, eventually I come to a corner where the big main area is with the sofas and the shelving with all the fan mail.

I hear laughing and voices around the corner and I peek around to see they are recording the challenge video they were talking about, a few people are handling the cameras.

Guess I'm stuck here now...

I take the opportunity to have some childish fun as I back up a little and spin in the chair.

Maybe 10 minutes go by and I'm beginning to feel sick after spinning and feeling like I'm about to tip over. But I decide to have one last spin and I push as hard as I can, the wheel of the chair catches the corner wall and tips, I try to balance back up but it falls forwards, I face palm into the floor and the chair falls onto my back.

I lift my face up and I turn to my right to see everyone is giving my weird looks as I have fallen into view of everyone. Once they see my face they have alarmed looks on their faces.

I quickly sit myself up, pushing the chair off my back and lying my leg out straight. This is when I see a dark patch in the carpet and blood dripping onto my shirt. I quickly cup my hands under my nose and stand up, I try my best at running away which is me walking incredibly fast with minimal pressure on my left foot. I go into the staff bathrooms and lean onto the counter, my face over the sink to let the blood drip into it. My tears soon mix with the blood and drip into the sink. I'm crying because today has been a complete shit storm.

My sobs are interrupted with 'hics' every time I try to breath. I'm a complete mess. I just want to hide away from the world or just cry into someone for hours on end without having to worry about getting snot or tears on them.

I run water into the sink, washing my hands with soap to get the dried blood off. I look up to see my nose is a state, blood is running over my lips and off of my chin. I cup water with my hands and rub blood from my face, watching the slightly red water run down the sink. After I'm reasonably clean I take some tissue from a dispenser nearby on the wall and press the bundle firmly to my nose.

I stay leaning on the counter for a little while, after 5 minutes I pull away the tissue to see blood clots and check to see if the blood has stopped, which it has. I throw the bloody tissues into the bin and clean my nose and hands once more. I check how bad my top is and figure there isn't anything I can do about that. I hop in an attempt to leave but I put way too much pressure on my bad foot, causing it to give out and I fall to the ground.

I reach up to the tissue dispenser above me and I grab a tissue, wiping my tears as more come. My hic-ing starts up again as I begin to sob into my arm.

"(Y/N)?" I hear Ross' voice come from around the corner. I stay silent for a moment but my hics continue.

Ross peers around the corner and looks down to me with sympathy. He silently sits down beside me, leaning his back against the wall and looking forward.

I take deep breaths to try and calm my breathing, blowing my nose a few times. I manage to stop the hic-ing and sobbing, throwing the tissues in the bin and missing most of them.

"I'm sorry for leaving you without your crutches, that was stupid of me. Why didn't you ask anyone for help?" He interrupts the silence, still looking ahead.

"I'm too awkward and shy. I can't seem to bring myself to it when it's someone I don't know. Plus no one was around and I thought I was a genius for coming up with the idea." I reply, leaning forward and lightly massaging my ankle in an attempt to calm the pulsating waves of pain.

"Your great idea was to spin on your chair?" Ross turns to me with a skeptical look.

"No. I used a golf club to push myself along. I was going to make it to my office but then you were recording the challenge video so I thought I would wait and not interrupt you." Leaning back, I let out a deep breath.

"I see. You... do realise you went passed your office?"

"I what?"

"Where you wanted to go was the exit and main office. Are you sure your head is fine?"

"It's fine, It's fine. I'm just a nut job."

We fall into a silence again, my leg feels like it's on fire.

"I must be a complete laughing stock." I mumble, running my hands through my messy hair.

"You are being talked about, but it's about your unique first impression. I think they pity you more than anything." Ross looks down at me, smiling. A small smile spreads on my face as I look at my hands which are fiddling with my hoodie zip.

"Look," I look up to Ross, "I've had the worst first day ever, I feel like I need a pot of ice cream and watch a sad film."

"Haven't you done enough crying?" Ross raises an eyebrow at me.

"I don't cry at sad films, unless a pet dies, then I'll cry. I didn't cry at The Fault in Out Stars." I think back to the first time I watched it. "Everyone had hyped it up by saying 'It was so sad' or 'I cried for most of the movie'. When I watched it I found it so corny that when he was dying in the car I kind of just let out a dry laugh."

"Boy in the Striped Pajamas?" He challenges me.

"Didn't understand it as I was eleven when it first was released. I couldn't be bothered to watch it again." I shrugged.

"You're heartless." He whispers jokingly.

"You know what I did cry at?"

"Bambi?"

"I didn't cry at that as I didn't watch it till I was 14, but no."

"Spongebob the movie?"

"Okay, okay. You can stop taking the piss. It was Breaking Bad, when Walter died." I sheepishly smiled. "I have no idea why, but the fact that I watched... Hold on."

I pulled out my phone and googled how long the whole 5 series of Breaking Bad lasted.

"Holy Shit." Ross mumbles, looking at my phone screen.

"1 day 22 hours and 30 minutes. I have no life." I giggled. "Anyway, I guess I just got really attached to the characters and series. Although when Jesse's girlfriend died of an overdose, I was happy."

"You were happy?" Ross exclaims.

"I really hated her for some reason, I was kind of addicted to him." I grin.

"You had a school girl crush on him, didn't you?" Ross raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, I still kind of do. I'm not sure why. Me and my mum even got a signed picture of them, god knows how much she spent on it. It was a limited time thing. She even got my older brother a Los Pollos Hermanos mug." I smile at the memory.

We sit there for a while, bathing in the peace and quiet.

"You do realise you went into the men's bathroom?" Ross turns to me.

"Okay, I'm ready to go now." I take a hold of Ross' outstretched hand and thank him as he pulls me up.