You're The Patient

Chapter: 6

House’s POV

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, she shrugged, “I know how it feels to be in here and not have any visitors, besides I figured by now you’d probably killed everyone that didn’t meet up to par” I chuckled, she knows me well. “I’m surprised Wilson didn’t object to this” “oh he did, we got into a little argument over it. He doesn’t even know I’m here, nobody does. And this place is an hour away, so nobody will notice,” I smirked, “well maybe you’ll keep me sane, I’ve already gotten in trouble here for scaring everybody. They don’t even know I’m not taking their drugs. The only person I’ve opened up to is my Therapist but even then, I didn’t give him the satisfaction of fully knowing me” “why doesn’t that surprise me?” I chuckled.

“But House…” she started her voice serious, “oh no, please don’t nag me like the nurses do” she smiled sincerely, “I just wanted to say that… in order for you to get out of here faster, you’re going to have to cooperate. I know you don’t want to, and you don’t wanna give them the satisfaction of it, but it’s the only way you’ll be able to get back to work and move on with you’re life” I looked away “I know, I know. I’m just stubborn…” she giggled, “I think we all know that House” she smirked, I grinned lightly and looked at her, our eyes locking. “Just… please House, get the help you need and try not to be a huge ass about it” she said sincerely. I searched her eyes, and grinned when I found that she cared. “I make no promises,” I muttered, she grinned. “Visiting Time is over!” the Nurse called, I frowned. Amanda grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuring, “don’t worry I’ll be back the day after tomorrow” I looked at her confused, “why not tomorrow?” I asked, “because I don’t want Wilson and the others getting suspicious and besides tomorrow is one of those nights when Wilson stays over” “oh…” I trailed off she squeezed my hand again. “Like I said, don’t worry I’ll be back” she grinned, I looked at her and grinned slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my Therapist smirking. “See you later” I smiled, she nodded as she gave my hand one last squeeze, and walked away letting go of our hands. I watched her go, my hand tingling.

I looked down at my hand, I still felt the tingling, and it felt so right when our hands touched. Suddenly my therapist walked over still smirking, “so was that Amanda?” he winked at me, I glared at him “how do you know that was her, maybe that was my boss?” “Oh give me a break, I saw the way you looked at her. Besides from what you’ve said about you’re life at home you wouldn’t be that intimate with your boss” “ever think I was sucking up to the boss? It’s fun to do, and brownie points are always good to have” “you’re obviously trying to avoid the question by being a sarcastic ass about it” “I’m always a sarcastic ass, what else is knew?” “Yeah but you only do it so people won’t see you’re vulnerable” “yeah and it works” he shook his head at me, “maybe more people would like you, if you didn’t act like an ass” “tell me something I don’t know. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t like people” “you like Wilson” “we have a love-hate relationship” “well, you like Amanda” “she’s a likeable person” “oh, cut the bull crap House. You need to admit to yourself that you have a problem and that you’re falling in love” with that being said, he left me there.

I sat there spinning my cane again, thinking. Maybe… he’s right? Maybe I should confront my problems head on? And maybe I should finally let myself be able to fall in love and not give a rat’s ass anymore. Then I hit myself with my cane, I blinked a few times then patted my cane “good cane, got me out of that mental state” I smirked but got up and “took” my meds, but I just spit them out behind the piano when nobody was looking, my roommate did the same, and tried to high five me but I rejected him so instead he high fived himself. Next on the list, Group therapy.

Next Day

Wilson’s POV

I walked in quietly through Amanda’s door, I took off my shoes and placed my briefcase down by one of the armchairs in the living room, I didn’t have to go far to find Amanda though. She was collapsed on the couch, I rolled my eyes playfully then crept into the kitchen and made us some breakfast. Soon enough I heard her groan and yawn as I was putting scrambled eggs onto two plates and putting them on the table. I poured us some milk and put some forks and napkins on the table too, then she shuffled in. “James?” she spoke groggily, I grinned at her “good morning sunshine” I chuckled slightly, she smirked “what are you doing here?” “Just thought I’d be nice and make us some breakfast and give you a lift to work” she grinned then walked over and kissed me on the cheek, I blushed slightly. “Thank you James,” she said her voice coming back, “y-you’re welcome” I stuttered slightly. Why was I blushing and stuttering suddenly?