Headlock.

Headlock.

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♥*♡∞:。.。 Cross posted on AO3 。.。:∞♡*♥ When Dr. Ophelia Monroe leaves behind a quiet life in Nebraska for a new position at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, she's not just trading a small-town clinic for cutting-edge medicine - she's walking back into a world she thought she'd left behind. Bright, warm, and deceptively unbreakable, Ophelia brings sunshine to the hospital's halls - and catches the attention of more than a few familiar faces. But in a place where everyone hides something, her past may be harder to outrun than she thought. She's not here to be fixed. But some scars don't stay buried - especially when Gregory House is involved. (not proof read)
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