House walked through the halls of the hospital, his cane in hand and that same unimpressed look on his face as Chase, Foreman, Cameron, and you followed behind him.

”He’s okay now, he can leave,” Chase spoke up, doing his best to convince House to release his most recent patient. “I’m not releasing him,” House retaliated. “Because the brother doesn’t want you to?” Chase asked, his irritation beginning to seep through the cracks of his usually calm foundation. “Or because he had an unexplained coma— which sounds better?” House asked, sarcasm seeping through his words and his grin.

Foreman and Cameron stepped in, their own opinions of the situation similar to Chase’s. House stopped, looking between the three before his gaze flicked over to you. He grinned softly before speaking.

”Y/n’s my girl.”

He knew you’d agree with him. Despite the fact that it could have been unethical or, how house would have put it, backbone-less but he knew you would fold— do as told. Even if just a little bit.