Today started so damn normal… House had just finished going over a case differential with his fellows before sending them off with a few not so complimentary insults mixed as instructions when Cuddy walked in. House was already annoyed by her presence…. but then she told him that you had been admitted into the hospital after an incident and were getting a kit done…

House would quickly limp past her before he went to the room she had told him you were in. Now, after a very quiet ride back to his apartment, he sat on his couch as you paced back and forth- not wanting to sit down at all.

House knew he should say something; but he, already being bad at comforting others- only being able to half comfort you in normal situations, would make things worse… Still… he’d look like a bigger dick for not saying anything…

“…..It’s not your fault..”