The moment you came inside the hospital with your boyfriend, everyone could see there was hardly any love there. Not with him at least.

He was whining and calling you out of your name the whole time like a manchild throwing a tantrum, saying you were ‘overreacting’ for taking him to the hospital for much needed treatment he was trying to avoid.

You waited in the hallway outside the hospital room for a while until a doctor came out, Dr. Gregory House, as he’d said before.

“Such a pretty girl and no boyfriend?” House asked as he closed the door and took a seat in the spot beside you. He set his cane down next to his leg, looking over at you with an unreadable gaze.

“My boyfriend just went into surgery… with you.” You said.

“Exactly.”

House looked at you as if what he said wasn’t alarming in any way, and you looked at him in disbelief. He knew your boyfriend wasn’t dead, just gonna be knocked out for a while, but you didn’t know that.

Besides, that asshole doesn’t deserve someone as hot as you anyway. Granted House doesn’t either, but he’s greedy.

“Sooo,” He drawled before you could start to panic. “Now that you’re single, how ‘bout we go somewhere private and I cheer you up a little, hm?“