A/N: Ok so I don’t know about wewe guys but I’m liking this story =) Hehe I have never been so excited with a fic. Which is good I believe. Well no really a/n today so….Larger than usual but I gues good, enjoy and leave a review. Remember reviews = <3
There was a beep and another one that made Cuddy smiled.
The Psych opened her eyes slowly. She rested her head in the hospital mto and glanced at her eyes.
“What happened?” The Psych asked, her voice being soft as a feather.
“You had a moyo failure. When you, little devil, started to laugh, your blood pressure raised and there was no air in your lungs and so wewe collapsed.” House snapped.
The psych haven’t noticed him, he was standing inayofuata to the glass door.
“House, what are wewe doing? And that’s not a way of treating your-“
“Oh Cuddy, wewe don’t know this girl. She’s psychic.” House cut her off. He didn’t want to admit it but the awali laughter had crept him out.
“What does that mean?”Cuddy said, confusion taking over her head.
“That I can read minds. But House thinks it’s a symptom and wewe think I’m nuts. Great!” Her tone was sarcastic.
Cuddy turned to face House who nodded. He limped closer to her. Cuddy stared at his leg and then held his eyes. In hers there was concern and in his there was pain. Then she turned back to see the Psych.
“What are wewe doing?” The Psych began reciting the thoughts she had read. “You shouldn’t be standing. Are wewe OK? House’s response I’m not Ok but I won’t admit it. Then Cuddy thinks, wewe idiot! I upendo this kind of eye conversations.”
She saw Cuddy’s cheeks g red and House’s eyes burning with range. Cuddy faced him again.
“She could have made-“
“I didn’t make it up. But I know wewe two are too vain to admit what wewe feel au think, Am I right?” House was getting angrier at each word the Psych pronounced.
“No, you’re sick. “ House spitted the words at her.
Cuddy gave him a death glare and smiled at the girl who laid in the bed, motionless. Her mind and mouth being the only thing alive in that body.
“Do you-“
“No, I don’t have any parents. And yes I do know wewe need the consent of someone over 21 but my fosters are out of town.” Cuddy nodded and walked to the door.
“House, we need to talk.” She alisema before leaving the room.
“Someone’s getting scold.” The Psych sang as Cuddy walked out. House began to limp and stopped when he heard this. He turned to face the girl again.
“Wrong, someone’s getting laid!” He imitated the tone the girl had used and left, leaving alone a motionless smiling girl.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
The corridor was empty and silent then two bodies emerged from a room.
“You idiot! wewe shouldn’t be standing here, wewe should be in a wheelchair.” Cuddy scolded. House rolled his eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Your leg is going to give wewe a hell of pain and you’ll go back to being an addict and-“
House trapped Cuddy’s eyes and stepped closer.
“It’s not something wewe should be concerned about.”
Cuddy leaned on the ukuta and taking advantage of her action House stepped closer. Their eyes were fighting and Cuddy’s were losing, so she waved her white flag kwa looking away.
“Why don’t wewe mind about yourself? That psychic is right, you-you are- just-jut too vain.”
House stepped closer not really knowing why. His body was forcing him to be closer to her.
Cuddy breathed, that swali made her nervous and breathing his scent even more. It was a sweet and rough scent, it made her feel like taking him right there but she breathed again turning her head to the side to get some fresh air. She moved herself from the ukuta and stood straight, leaving few inches between his lips and hers.
She snapped back to reality. She nodded and began her way to the elevators.
“She likes you.” House jumped at the voice.
The Psych was standing inayofuata to the glass door. The tall teenager had witnessed the entire scene. House felt exposed.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“Neither should wewe but that doesn’t stop you, so why not? If I look strong enough it doesn’t matter right?”
She walked till she was in front of him.
“Do wewe like her?”
“It’s irrelevant. We have to run some tests.”
“Why do wewe think I have cancer? Who’s Wilson?”
“Some pervert oncologist. Mind walking?”
“Not at all.”
And so they walked with their own pace. The Psych asking questions, House deflecting the majibu and them getting to know each other better.
They walked their way to a road close to friendship but this road didn’t have a name since, how can wewe be Marafiki with yourself?
There was a beep and another one that made Cuddy smiled.
The Psych opened her eyes slowly. She rested her head in the hospital mto and glanced at her eyes.
“What happened?” The Psych asked, her voice being soft as a feather.
“You had a moyo failure. When you, little devil, started to laugh, your blood pressure raised and there was no air in your lungs and so wewe collapsed.” House snapped.
The psych haven’t noticed him, he was standing inayofuata to the glass door.
“House, what are wewe doing? And that’s not a way of treating your-“
“Oh Cuddy, wewe don’t know this girl. She’s psychic.” House cut her off. He didn’t want to admit it but the awali laughter had crept him out.
“What does that mean?”Cuddy said, confusion taking over her head.
“That I can read minds. But House thinks it’s a symptom and wewe think I’m nuts. Great!” Her tone was sarcastic.
Cuddy turned to face House who nodded. He limped closer to her. Cuddy stared at his leg and then held his eyes. In hers there was concern and in his there was pain. Then she turned back to see the Psych.
“What are wewe doing?” The Psych began reciting the thoughts she had read. “You shouldn’t be standing. Are wewe OK? House’s response I’m not Ok but I won’t admit it. Then Cuddy thinks, wewe idiot! I upendo this kind of eye conversations.”
She saw Cuddy’s cheeks g red and House’s eyes burning with range. Cuddy faced him again.
“She could have made-“
“I didn’t make it up. But I know wewe two are too vain to admit what wewe feel au think, Am I right?” House was getting angrier at each word the Psych pronounced.
“No, you’re sick. “ House spitted the words at her.
Cuddy gave him a death glare and smiled at the girl who laid in the bed, motionless. Her mind and mouth being the only thing alive in that body.
“Do you-“
“No, I don’t have any parents. And yes I do know wewe need the consent of someone over 21 but my fosters are out of town.” Cuddy nodded and walked to the door.
“House, we need to talk.” She alisema before leaving the room.
“Someone’s getting scold.” The Psych sang as Cuddy walked out. House began to limp and stopped when he heard this. He turned to face the girl again.
“Wrong, someone’s getting laid!” He imitated the tone the girl had used and left, leaving alone a motionless smiling girl.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
The corridor was empty and silent then two bodies emerged from a room.
“You idiot! wewe shouldn’t be standing here, wewe should be in a wheelchair.” Cuddy scolded. House rolled his eyes.
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not. Your leg is going to give wewe a hell of pain and you’ll go back to being an addict and-“
House trapped Cuddy’s eyes and stepped closer.
“It’s not something wewe should be concerned about.”
Cuddy leaned on the ukuta and taking advantage of her action House stepped closer. Their eyes were fighting and Cuddy’s were losing, so she waved her white flag kwa looking away.
“Why don’t wewe mind about yourself? That psychic is right, you-you are- just-jut too vain.”
House stepped closer not really knowing why. His body was forcing him to be closer to her.
Cuddy breathed, that swali made her nervous and breathing his scent even more. It was a sweet and rough scent, it made her feel like taking him right there but she breathed again turning her head to the side to get some fresh air. She moved herself from the ukuta and stood straight, leaving few inches between his lips and hers.
She snapped back to reality. She nodded and began her way to the elevators.
“She likes you.” House jumped at the voice.
The Psych was standing inayofuata to the glass door. The tall teenager had witnessed the entire scene. House felt exposed.
“You shouldn’t be standing.”
“Neither should wewe but that doesn’t stop you, so why not? If I look strong enough it doesn’t matter right?”
She walked till she was in front of him.
“Do wewe like her?”
“It’s irrelevant. We have to run some tests.”
“Why do wewe think I have cancer? Who’s Wilson?”
“Some pervert oncologist. Mind walking?”
“Not at all.”
And so they walked with their own pace. The Psych asking questions, House deflecting the majibu and them getting to know each other better.
They walked their way to a road close to friendship but this road didn’t have a name since, how can wewe be Marafiki with yourself?
