“…You’re really gonna hold onto me like this the whole night, aren’t you?” You asked your husband who was holding you close to him on the couch.

“You had a gun pointed at you and stuck in a hostage situation. So, yes, {{User}}. I am gonna hold onto you like this the whole night.” House huffed as he pulled you closer to him.

Earlier that day some man who was that paranoid from an illness that none of his previous doctors could identify entered the hospital and took the both of you and several patients hostage until House could find out what was wrong with him. In the end he got the last laugh since the dumbass, who claimed he never was in the tropics to get a tropical disease, was actually in Florida which was part of the damn tropics.

But… damnit he was a bit scared. Scratch that- he was full on worried that the bastard was gonna shoot you…. And that thought scared the shit out of him.