Unchain My Heart

Cover Up.

"I think you should stop your game with House." Wilson said. I didn't know what to say. Did he want me to stop the game cause of House? For my feelings? Or that my heart would get broken again and he's sweet enough to care for me like that.

"Why?" Wilson cleared his throat. Knowing I was curious as to why he said that.

"I can't tell you that. For yours and House's sake, call it off." He explained.

"You know I can't do that Wilson." The elevator doors opened revealing the road to House's and Wilson's office. Even though Wilsons office is right next to House's. We were walking to Wilson's office since I wasn't clearly done with this conversation.

"Come into my office and close the door. Lock it so that House doesn't come in." I did what he asked and sat down properly in a seat across from his desk. Letting him take the course of the conversation. "House has trouble showing his feelings and hides his pain and emotions in a Vicodin bottle. The last relationship he had was with a women named Stacy and she ruined him. For the past five years he's done nothing but toy with people. I've never seen him connect with another human being besides me, and I'm his best friend. This game is gonna mess with him and I'm not sure if he'll open up again if he gets hurt again. So you gotta make sure you want this. I know you have a crush on House, even after he made that remark about your past, but you still want him. And I know there's no real excuse for what he said but you went back to him. So, tell me Dr. Kallo, is this what you want? Do you want a relationship with House?" I was stunned. I didn't know what to say, Do I want a relationship? Do I just wanna mess with him to admit that that night meant something to him? I don't know, I honestly don't know. Wilson stared at me, waiting for my answer. I took a minute to think, looking around the room to avoid his eye contact. People who get close to House get hurt, and that's a fact. There's no denying that. I think deep down, pass Dylan, even though I'm dying to see him again, House is the next relationship I wanna pursue. I want the thrill, I want the chase of the game, adrenaline flowing through my veins waiting for the next adventure. I know what I did two nights prior wasn't really setting motion for me to get into a relationship with the person that caused it. But after, knowing that he did something wrong. Acknowledging it and coming to my apartment to save me, 'god sent him there to save me.' I realized that I've been thinking for the past five minutes and turned my head to look at Wilson, who's now doing paperwork. Letting me think about my answer, which I appreciated.

"Yes. I do want a relationship with House. I'm not sure he explained what happened that night after he made that remark to me?" Wilson looked at me and cocked his head, eyes throwing out the sense that he had no idea what I was talking about. "After his date with Cameron, I had a plan to unite me with my past love. And as soon as I was about to move forward with my escape, there was a nocking on my door. I went to see who it was and it was House. He let himself in and saw the empty wine bottle and the bottle of narcotics, ten laid out on the table, ready for me to indulge in my act. He took the pill bottle and the pills that were on the table and placed it in his pocket and said he was sorry for everything. I started to scream and hit him and he pulled me in for an embrace, hugging me as hard as he could. I put my arms around him, silently thinking he was my guardian angel for guiding me to comfort and love in that moment. We stood there hugging for at least fifteen minutes with me crying on his shoulder. He let go and stood back, looking at the rest of the apartment to see if I had any other pills laying around the house just in case I wanted to do it again and there wasn't. He just stared at me, probably thinking that he saved me, and he did. Wilson," One of his hand was by his mouth and the other on his desk, face confused. "if he didn't do that, I wouldn't be here right now. And this game, is the most fun I've had in a long time. So yes I do want a relationship with House. Even if it's gonna ruin me. But it's always worth a try." I smiled, reassuring him that this was my decision. And he smiled back, sighing. Letting his arm flow back down onto the desk.

"Okay." He said. I got up to leave and I was about to head out for the door. But Wilson called out my name and I turned around. "Thank you for telling me that."

"Of course." I smirked and left, closing the door behind me. I stood and prompt myself on his door, exhaling the breathe that I was holding in. 'Wow' I thought. I did want a relationship with House. There was no thought in my mind that I would think I want to get real with my boss. I cleared my thoughts and started to head for House's office. Before I headed in, Foreman, Chase and House were all sitting at the table. Cameron was making tea and handed the red mug to House. He accepted it without saying a word. I walked in feeling the cold air of the wind and it cooled me down a bit after I saw House and his cane. My mind re thinking the moment in the cafeteria. I shook away my thought and sat down in a chair right next to Foreman. There was a file on right in the middle of the table, and I grabbed it, curious on who were treating. I felt House's eyes on me the whole time, and Foreman took up on it. Looking in between House and me.

"Sarcoidosis?" I asked.

"No swollen Lymph nodes." Cameron said, I kept looking down and realized House went to the white board putting the patients symptoms as a list.

"That was a crappy diagnosis Kallo." House expressed. I just rolled my eyes and decided to make myself a coffee. It's been a hectic morning, coffee will help. I made my way towards the machine and turned it on. Putting the grounds in and starting it back up. I could over hear the medicine talk behind me, House not liking any of the ideas. I zoned out and enjoying the first sip of my coffee until I heard my boss call out my name. "Foreman, White chick, oh sorry. I forgot there was two of you. The one that starts with the letter K. Go get an MRI of his head. See if there's any lesions." Foreman grabbed the case and I set down my coffee on a nearby table and I follow Foreman. The patient is inside the machine and it hasn't been two minutes and Foreman took the lead into the next conversation.

"So, what's going on between you and House? It was a little hot in there between the two of you." I kept staring at the monitor, trying to hide my smile.

"Nothing." Which he clearly knew that it was a lie.

"Nothing? He was staring you down, following your every expression. That's not nothing."

"I guess you can say there's a little thing going on between us I guess." Foreman just glares at me and I turn to see his face. A look of disapproval but I know he's not gonna say that.

"Just watch out okay? I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know. Thank you for caring about me but I think it's gonna turn out okay. If he can actually let out his feelings without playing a game. But It's kinda my fault, I started the game first when House wouldn't admit his feelings." I was babbling and I stopped, realizing that I said too much.

"Game?" Foreman questioned. "Be careful Bella. He gets intense when it comes to games." I knew that House like getting what he wants, but so do I.

"Yeah." The conversation died out and the patients MRI was clear. Foreman and I took him back to his room and I told my best friend that I had to use the restroom before we head back up to Houses office. He asked if I wanted him to wait and I said no, he went to go tell our boss that the MRI was clean and there was nothing wrong with the kids brain. I went into the restroom and used it, heading over to the sink and splashing a little water on my face, thinking at how crazy the morning was. I cleared my thoughts and wiped my face, heading towards the door. The bathroom was in the lobby and it was the closest one to the MRI room. I heard my name and I turned around, only to see a person who I thought I would never see again. It was Dylans mom. She was clenching her purse and I was clenching my teeth, feeling my heart beat faster. I can feel myself go numb as she finally spoke.

"Mind if we talk?" She asked.