I walked to the last room on the left and knocked on the door.
"Come in." I opened the door to find James Wilson unpacking his last suitcase. "Hello Reese."
"James." It was unusual for me to call him James, but this was a special sort of day. Dad and him had just moved in. Why both of them? Well, Wilson was House's best friend, can't have one without the other.
"This is a very nice place you have here." Wilson turned to me. I was in a pair of green basketball shorts with an Animaniacs t-shirt.
"Thank you."
"You still sleep with that thing?" He chuckled and I looked down at Bert who was a little worse for wear, but still in good shape.
"Force of habit." I shrugged. "You settling in okay?"
"Yeah, almost done unpacking. How's House?"
"Don't know yet, I was going to him after you."
"Well, I shouldn't keep you-" I went over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you for coming with us."
He smiled. "Good night, Reese."
"Night Wilson." I left Wilson's room and went over to the last door on the right. I knocked again.
"Door's open." I came in and leaned in the doorway.
"How're you settling in?"
"Fine, considering the circumstances." Uh oh, that was a major cry for help.
"How're you holding up?" As a rule, House's don't like discussing their feelings. Stupid Cuddy genes.
"I just told you I was fine-"
I shook my head as I said, "I didn't mean about moving here."
"I'll be okay." He wouldn't look at me. He was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Liar."
"Everyone lies."
"Will you at least look at me when you're talking Dad." He propped himself up and looked at me. When he saw me, he started laughing.
"You still have that?"
I nodded. "Still sleep with it too."
"Why?" He shook his head.
"It's a force of habit. If I didn't have Bert, I couldn't sleep if my life depended on it."
"That is sad." He let out a laugh again.
"Yeah well, what're you gonna do." There was another silence between us. "Uh, night Dad."
"Night Reese." I got up from the doorway, and my right leg shot with pain. It had been doing that a lot lately. Immediately he shot up, "You okay?"
"Yeah," I gripped my thigh. "It's just my leg." He got out of bed and came over to me.
"Has it hurt before?" He hiked my shorts up to take a look at it.
"It's been on and off for two or three days." It hurt a lot more right now than it ever did. And normally it went away after a minute or two, but it wasn't going away this time.
"Shit." House mumbled before he shouted down the hall. "Kutner! Wilson!" They came out their rooms with confused faces, but when they saw what was going on they hurried down the hall. "We need to get her to the hospital now."
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Kutner carried me in, and started yelling at nurses to get a gurney, different fluids, and a room stat. I was clutching to him as if I would die if I let go. He laid me down gently on the gurney.
"It's gonna be okay Reese. You're gonna be okay." Kutner grabbed my hand, and looked at me with scared eyes. Why was he scared?
House knew why. He saw it. Wilson probably saw it. But I was still oblivious. "Make the pain go away."
"I will, I promise." They took me upstairs to scan my leg for any clots and whatnot. They found the clot, and thank God muscle didn't become necrotic. About an hour after the scan, Kutner came back to my room with a slight smile. "It was just a clot. We'll issue you some Heparin and you'll be fine."
I laid back against the bed and smiled. "For a second, I thought I was going to be like dad."
"Is that a bad thing?"
I shook my head. "No, not at all. But I don't want to be in pain for the rest of my life. I wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Hey," Kutner wanted to get off the subject. "I brought you a present." He brought Bert from behind his back and I smiled.
"Thank you." He handed the stuffed moose to me, and I hugged it.
"We're gonna keep you here for a night, just in case."
"Are Wilson and dad okay? I know Dad was really concerned about what might have happened."
Kutner felt a little hurt. My feelings don't count? "Yeah, um, they're in the cafeteria. I just wanted to bring you Bert before we shipped off."
"Thank you again." I wanted to say something special to him but he turned away.
"Oh, um," he turned back around. "Don't scare me like that again."
"I won't Lawrence." He nodded and went to the cafeteria. When he turned around I smiled and hugged Bert tighter to me. He cares about me. Probably not the same way I care about him though. And so I was back to being slightly depressed.
A minute later Kutner came back in, walked right up to me and pulled my lips to his. I dropped Bert and pulled him closer. A minute later, much to my dismay, he pulled away. "Sorry."
I shook my head. "Don't be."
"Uh," we were still extremely close to one another. "Good night Reese."
"Good night Lawrence."
He gave me one final peck on the lips before he went out of the room.