You're The Patient

Chapter: 3

I wince as I try to sit up “don’t push yourself you should lay down” Wilson reassured, “it’ll only bleed more, if I keep laying down” I said as my voice cracked, “but you —!” Wilson started then House cut him off, “it’s true Wilson. Now Amanda, tell us the story, beginning to end” I sighed, “fine” I said giving up. Look’s like he finally know why I have to take my Prozac. “Make yourself comfortable” I said, House leaned on his cane he’s intrigued now.

“Well, it all started when I was about 5 years old maybe younger. My older brother, Amir, had never liked me from the start and I never knew why I just assume he never wanted a little sister or just doesn’t like me in general for some reason. But since then he has tormented me, and it wasn’t sibling rivalry or anything at all, he would actually threaten to kill me, cut me, choke me, anything you can think of really. My parents never had a roll in my life either, they completely ignored me unless I did something bad, and they’d find any excuse to hit me too, I knew they never liked me anyhow. Around the age of 19 is when I finally decided that I’d become a doctor, not only do I have a tendency to put everyone I care about ahead of me I thought maybe my parents would finally recognize me and give me some kind of love, and maybe my brother would fear me, or accept me, or something. Ha, I was completely wrong. My parents ended up in a divorce, and soon after my father was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lymphoma Cancer. 2 years later he died. My mother became a crack whore. My brother resented me more then ever, that’s when he was after to kill me, he thought I was the cause of our problems and thought if I was dead that everything would be better. From there he tried everything to try and kill me, I was fortunate when he got caught buying illegal drugs and went to jail for 3 years. But I guess his time is up, because he somehow found out where I live. He’s the reason I take Prozac, he’s the reason I am clinically depressed, he’s the reason I go to the therapy, he’s the reason I had to go to rehab twice…” I trail off finally finishing my long ass story; I was looking at my feet the whole time, and I couldn’t care to look at Wilson or House.

I felt House’s hand wipe the tears off my cheeks; I didn’t even realize I was crying. It was really quite, hopefully trying to process what I just said. “That bastard…” House murmured, “I’m so sorry” Wilson said in a whisper. I nodded, I couldn’t really talk but my back stung like a bitch, I was starting to sink back into my depressed state. “Hand me my Prozac…” I mumbled, I heard Wilson get up and shuffle over to my bag and he gave me my pills. I took my usual two and swallowed them without a problem. I felt my mood perk a bit, “and I thought I was miserable” House smiled weakly, I gave a small smile at that. “Looks like I got you beat” “what I don’t get is. You make it seem like your past doesn’t effect you, you would never guess that your clinically depressed” Wilson commented, I grinned and looked up, “I don’t let my past make me, me. Hell, I learned to do what I want, and to do it whenever I want. I have a very high tolerance for pain now too” “you’re better then House already” Wilson chuckled, I giggled, House clunked Wilson the head “shut up” he muttered looking away. I looked at the time it was just after 12. “I guess I should be going,” I said as I made an attempt to stand up, but quickly sat back down not only because they both stopped me but because of the pain. “Oh fuck that hurt,” I said between clenched teeth.

“You’re not going anywhere,” House said simply, Wilson agreed. “I don’t want to be a bother, besides I can take care of myself,” I said, House shook his head, “the last thing you are is a bother, and with your brother still after you it’d be safer to be here. And you have a pretty brutal cut on your back” he said simply. “Okay then what about my clothes and my back-up Prozac?” I asked, leaning back slowly so I wouldn’t hurt it, “I’ll get it” Wilson said, “but my brother is most likely hiding in my house waiting for me, and he’ll spring at anybody to kill” I objected, “don’t worry about me I’ll be safe” Wilson said before he walked out the door. I sighed, “You guys are too nice…” “Hey don’t call me nice, that’s the last thing I am” House spoke with a crooked grin, I chuckled lightly, “let me take a look at your back. Knowing Wilson he was probably worrying that he just slab on rubbing alcohol and a bandage” I nodded and lifted my shirt up to the cut, he walked over and sat behind me on the couch, and fixed the bandage. “Done” he said finally I slowly put my shirt back down being sure to not accidently hit the cut. I turned around to face House, he searched my eyes for a moment or two, then looked down, “I’m sorry” he said quietly, “it’s alright, that’s all behind me now” I said with a weak smile.