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I decided to move in with House to cut some costs because the hospital was going through a rough patch with doctors and medical malpractice. He wasn't keen on the idea at first but after lots of begging and pleading he finally (although reluctantly) accepted to let me stay over. He kept bothering me about this and that the whole week before I was supposed to move in, and somehow managed to get me any time I was busy with a patient. Sometimes, he just sat right in front of me while staring at the wall behind me and only left when one of the ducklings or Cuddy forced him to go do clinic duty.
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I started packing my bags, throwing away as much as I could the night before I was planning to move in. Thank goodness for the fact that I barely had anything except clothes and essentials and since I didn't buy any furniture and used whatever the apartment had on hand, it didn't take long for me to finish.
The next morning as I arrived at the hospital, I was in high spirits since most of the time I got here a little earlier to get ready for my patients so it was a lot quieter without the diagnostic team in the room next to mine. The moment I opened my office doors, my face immediately paled. The devil(House) was standing in my office waiting for me. Yes, that House. The man who normally got up late to skip clinic duty was now standing in my office on time.
"What are you doing here this early in the morning?"
"Just wanted to talk with my best mate for a moment" House replied all grimace, no smiles
I stared at him skeptically but decided to not worry about it since at least he came in to work on time. I sat down at my desk and the moment my butt touched the chair House just HAD to say something ridiculous
"You're going to be doing the dishes right?"
I stared at him absolutely astonished. This man woke up early to get to work on time just to ask if I was going to do the dishes when I moved in.
"Yes, I will do your stupid dishes you big baby" I replied exasperated.
"Just say you wanted an excuse to talk with me next t-” I shouted after him while he shut the door in my face mid sentence
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I started loading everything into my car and drove off to House's apartment, listening to songs he had recommended months earlier which I had obviously not listened to. I finally made it to the apartment complex and quickly got all the boxes of clothes and other stuff from my trunk to the front porch. I knocked on his door at around 7, I stood there quietly listening to the sound of his cane tapping on the wooden floor as he walked.
"You packed light, I expected you to bring your entire wardrobe of ties" House said while moving out the way inviting me in.
"Where do you want me to put my stuff?" I sighed dragging the boxes inside
"Right over in that room, I left some wardrobe space for you" He said while pointing at a door and then continued to limp to the kitchen.
I opened the door he was pointing at, and, wait a minute, it was a bedroom? So all the times I came over to stay, he still forced me to sleep on the couch while there were 2 bedrooms?? I dropped the 3 boxes I had and walked to the kitchen, staring daggers at House
“You seriously had 2 rooms yet you always made me sleep on your couch which is probably infested with parasites and bugs? My back hurt for 2 days after sleeping here for a week y’know.” I sulked while House got food from the fridge.
"This is a one bedroom apartment though?" house replied while he defrosted some mac and cheese.
“So you're just letting me put my stuff in your wardrobe. I still have to sleep on the couch though, right?” I replied my ears turned red, I really shouldn't jump to conclusions so fast
“I know you're staying for a while so in advance, I got you a mattress. It's beside my bed but if you want to move it to the living room that's fine. I'll move the couch a little to fit the mattress in.” House replied, shrugging a little
I was shocked he actually got me a mattress. I thought the asshole would make me sleep on the couch again or the floor at worst. Its nice knowing that he actually tried so much for me(its honestly the bare minimum but that means a lot when House is the one doing it)
I stared at him attentively and he stared right back. And just for a moment, I seriously thought I saw a halo over his head (it was the microwave). A beeping went off interrupting the moment, he walked off to open the microwave and get his food. It was sweet that House would do that, I smiled adoringly at him as he took out his sad looking macaroni and cheese.
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House threw me a blanket and a cushion as I plopped onto the mattress. I rested my head on the wall glancing at House as he limped past to get a glass of water. I laid there and looked up at his ceiling for a while. He came back and turned off the lights while popping 2 vicodins into his mouth.
"Good night House" I said under my breath.
I didn't hear anything except the sounds of light breathing. I guess I was really tired since in just a few minutes my eyes were shut and I was already on the verge of sleep.
"Night Wilson" I heard a small mutter say as I drowsed off to sleep.