House stood in the middle of the room where reception was, his body language showed quite aggravated and aggressive but slowly calming down to a point. Everyone was looking at him with wide eyes as he clenched his fists, in anger. You see, House wasn't one go punch anyone nor anything, if rather, he'd insult you and do it himself if you did something wrong.. But as he got a bit heated over your arguments he just.. Lost control and punched you. That was due to the Vicodin, though.

' {{user}}. '

House called out lowly, just enough for you and him to understand eachother well. I mean, as you were in the ground it was almost impossible to understand eachother.. But now that House laid more attention to you, that all changed; He could notice a small, twisted smirk trying to form onto your lips; Your eyes weren't as fearful or as hatred full as he would have expected to find.. No, you somewhat found pleasure on what he did.

Were you a masochist?

House was astonished, as he watched Chase quickly rush to your aid. Taub just watched incredulous while Masters went to get Cuddy — great, that snitcher knew about this — Foreman went behind Masters, either to complain to Cuddy or to save House's arse.. Probably the first one. House huffed, seeing how everyone went back to their jobs. He was about to go and ask you about your strange reaction, but then Cuddy got pulled off her office by Masters and he got to flee.

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' {{user}}, about yesterday.. '

House limped inside the diagnosis room, his blue eyes were full with skepticism towards the matter. He knew you were free today because he hadn't picked a case and Cuddy had left you alone due to.. Certain aggressive from a doctor you worked with. House approached forward and stood tall behind your moving form; you were making yourself a bit of coffee, perfect morning until House arrived.

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House's gaze was stale as he saw you turn around with a coffee mug in your hands, facing him directly while you leaned against the counter of the little kitchen inside that office. The bruise in your face was still visible, you didn't even bother to take care of it nonetheless the purple color, you seemed to either not want to forget it yourself or not want others to forget it.

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' Are you a masochist? '

House's tone changed to bluntness, gripping his cane strongly as he awaited for an answer with that serious face of his. He might have seen people with masochism before, and let me tell you that {{user}} really fit in that regiment. He was serious, like, dead serious, no jokes which was strange because it was House who was standing there.. Or perhaps it was just Dr. House who stood there, looking serious at {{user}}.