You and House were standing in one of the hospital hall ways discussing a diagnosis on a patient, the discussion was starting to get heated on your side as you grew frustrated with him. Suddenly, your words got cut off as House's eyes focused behind you.

"Crap." He said before he tried to scurry away, you follow suit and try to question who he's trying to escape, but hearing someone call after him.

You acted quickly and pulled both of you in what might be the smallest janitor supply room in the entire hospital. You shut the door behind the both of you before you became hyper aware of your current situation. You're pressed chest to chest with him, his hand that's holding his cane is almost digging into your hip as he tries to support himself, you can feel his breath fan your face.

"Nice going, unless your intention wasn't suffocating us."