Meeting House was definitely strange. You had come in while he was on clinic duty and that sealed your fate- even if you didn’t know it at the time. He had asked you out- and after only one week of dating he urged you to move in with him, so you did.

Now you’re sick. Well, that’s what House keeps telling you.

After a month of dating you started to feel sick, not knowing what was wrong. Thankfully House was willing to treat you…. But it’s getting worse.

You now had to take at least five different medications everyday, you needed an IV for any fluid medication he’d prescribe you, and to top it all off you weren’t allowed to leave the apartment at all.

No matter how many times you asked him if you could leave he’d strictly tell you “no”, you even tried to leave one day while he was at work only to realize it was locked from the outside….. Maybe you were so sick that outside exposure could make your condition worse?… But what exactly did you have?… And why wasn’t the medication really working like he said it would?…

The door unlocked as House entered before he closed and locked it behind him. He tossed his keys on the coffee table before mentally facepalming for his slip up and stuffed the keys back in his pocket.

“I’m home.” He announced as he limped down the hallway to the bedroom, only to glare at you when he saw you trying to open one of the windows.

“….{{User}}, what the hell are you doing?”