You're The Patient

Chapter: 11

I sighed and knocked on the door, House saw the distress on my face and squeezed my hand reassuringly. Then it opened the strong smell of smoke and drugs wafted out, I squished my face up in disgust before my abnormally skinny mother walked out. Her thin blonde hair was fading in color towards the roots and she was losing it, she still wore makeup like she was some high school cheerleader, and was wearing a sky blue wife beater with hot pink short shorts, her slowly aging legs looking terrible out in the open like that… same going for her arms. She just looked… absolutely awful and she was leaning in the doorway smoking a cigarette like she was back in the 80’s.

“Hi mom…” I mumbled just above my breath for her to hear, she looked at me like I was a disgusting bug before mumbling a hello back, then her eyes drifted onto House who I could tell was having a hay day, I knew he’d be interested to see my mother. “And this must be Greg! Amanda why didn’t you tell me he was so cute? Isn’t he a little too old for you?” she was smirking and beaming like she was high, and for some reason I had a horrible feeling she was trying to steal him away from me, she winked at him and I felt him tense up beside me. “Well don’t just stand there! Come in, come in!” I almost gagged when she used that motherly tone.

House had to pull me practically, when she left the room to go get tea, coffee, and some crackers he was trying to not laugh. “What’s so funny” “your mom, she was hitting on me. And what is she, still stuck in the 60’s?” I rolled my eyes; looking away from House and at a picture of our family I scowled at it and turned it over so it was facing down. I felt him put his arm around my waist and bring me closer to him he kissed my neck and inhaled the scent of my hair. “Your hair smells like heaven compared to this place” he whispered in my ear, I smiled slightly “you’ll get used to it after awhile” “yeah and after awhile I’ll get lung cancer” I chuckled dryly managing to get a real smile on my face making House smile, but of course mine dropped the minute my mom came in.

“So, Greg what do you do for a living?” my mom asked, I sniffed my teat before taking a sip to make sure there wasn’t anything in it, “I am Head of the Diagnostic Department at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital” she smirked, “oh, you must be the Doctor everybody loves” she winks at him, I scowl at her House laughed that crazy laugh of his, on purpose, before replying “no, no. Actually everybody hates me, I’m basically the asshole of the hospital… that’s why I am still surprised that I got a girl as amazing as Amanda here” he said the last part with a beaming face as he placed an arm around my shoulder hugging me with it, I smiled slightly covering it up by drinking my tea I’m pretty sure my mom sent me a glare but I didn’t see.

They talked for a while, House tried to include me in some things but I’d just answer with a simple one-word answer so I wouldn’t have to talk. My mom insisted that we’d stay for dinner, but I made up some lame excuse that we had to get back to the hospital and House knew what I was doing and agreed.

He decided to drive home; I was almost falling asleep in the passenger. “Your not going to sleep yet, Sleeping Beauty you have to finish what you did this morning” “nah, I’m good…” I yawned; suddenly he pulled over to the side of the road. I looked at him confused, he unbuckled his seat belt and mounted me “House what the hell are you doing?” I asked, he smirked evilly “well if your not going to finish it then I am” I was about to object when he grabbed my face and started to make out with me. I tried multiple times to get him off me, but I could tell he wasn’t going to budge and besides I can’t resist House.

House’s hands went from my face to my shoulders to my breast then to my hips, but now they’re everywhere he found the handle on the seat that made the seat recline backwards so now we were laying down, he had manage to get my shirt and I managed to get his. House was just starting to tug at my pants when his beeper went off; he pulled away and started whining “every time! Can’t they leave me alone for one day” “you know they were going to need you at every hour of every day when you became a doctor” he pouted “I know but… can’t they do anything for themselves?” I chuckled; “apparently not” he looked at the beeper, threw it aside and started to kiss my neck hungrily. “No, House your going to the hospital for whatever it is you have to do” “but I wanna be with you and spend time with you, not be at that dungeon” he mumbled against my neck as he sent butterfly kisses up it and back to my lips.