Unusual friends

Adrienne sat quietly in the uncomfortable chair next to the hospital bed, hearing the faint beeps and clicks of the moniters, and the barely noticeable breathing of the child lying ill. She had been here for hours now, waiting, hoping for her niece, Callie, to get better. Her sister and mother were asleep on other chairs across the bed, their breathing adding to the sounds in the room. Although Adrienne could not see to the full extent of others, she knew it to be dark outside, at least eleven by now.

Princtin Plansbero Hospital was quiet, having no one walking up and down the halls this late except for overworked docters and night shift nurses. Adrienne decided that she needed to stretch her legs, walk around for a bit and take a break. Sitting in one of those chairs was uncomfortable after five minutes, let alone four hours. With a sigh, she stood and gave a long stretch, her hand reaching out for her cane automatically. Upon finding it, leaning against the chair, she crossed and made her way to the door, sliding it open and walking out.

For months now, Adrienne and her family have been worried and trying to take care of little Callie. She had been diagnosed with cancer. They brought her to specialists, got many opinions, tests, treatments, yet nothing seemed to take. She became weaker and weaker, the cancer attacking her fiercly, not willing to give up. An overwhelming sadness crept into Adriennes heart and planted itself there...

Callie was dying, and there was nothing they could do. So they brought her here, to Princtin Plansbero, under the care of Dr. Wilson, who tried his best to help, but in the end, only being able to offer the best comfort and care until it was time.

Adrienne prefered not to think about it, and had hardly spoken to anyone. Everyone was too worried to care about others, only little Callie and what they could do. Adrienne didn't mind much, everyone had a right to grieve, to fuss, to worry, even to hurt. She was holding everyone together, being there, even if not saying anything, just being beside them when they need it.

As she made her way through the halls, her cane tapped lightly on the floor ahead, making sure she never came across an obstical unaware. She had lost full vision three years ago. One day she was driving to the store to get groceries, and the next thing she knew was blackness. She had been told she had been in a car crash, and was lucky to have survived with only the loss of her sight. She could see blurs, but no detail, and sometimes depending on light she would only see shadows or nothing at all.

A sound brought her out of her thoughts, and she stopped, trying to determain were it came from. Up ahead, she thought, and to the right. Walking forward again, she heard more sounds. The shuffle of paper, the sound of a chair and tap tap tap of something wooden on glass. She reached the sound, and paused, reaching out to the right, finding a glass wall. Following it, she reached an opening, the doorway. The sounds suddenly stopped.

She smiled. She knew he knew she was there. Another sound; popping, and shuffle of something small rattling in a bottle.

"What do you want?" a gruff voice called out.

"Nothing," she answered. "I was just curious as to who was making all the noise."

A grunt was her reply. She smiled again, turning to leave.

"What are you doing here?" She stopped and turned back.

"Walking. You?"

"Sitting. Your blind."

She chuckled. "Good observation. I hope you're not a docter with that brain of yours."

"Yeah well I am. I'd say read the door, but..." She could tell he was smirking.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to be here, Dr...?" she trailed off, wondering if he would answer her.

"House. And I'm catching up on paperwork. What's your excuse?"

She smirked. "Ah, you're the one I've heard Wilson talking about. And I very much doubt that's what your doing."

"You know Wilson?" He sounded wary for some reason.

"Yeah, nice guy. Taking care of my niece. I think you should go home though."

She heard a shift as the chair went back, and he stood. Her head cocked sideways towards the new sound of soft thumping accompanying every second step. She felt his proximity as he stopped in front of her.

"Oh yeah? And I should listen to you, why?" His voice sounded slightly mocking, but very tired. She reached out a hand, letting it fall loosly onto his chest, and running up a bit to see how tall he was. "Trying to cop a feel? You could've just asked."

She smiled. "Your tall. I like tall." Her hand trailed down to his arm, and then to his hand. She gently traced his curled hand, down to the wood of the cane and back up again, feeling him tense, before taking it away altogether. House had watched her intently the entire time. "I think you should go home because your tired, and its late. You don't have to listen, I never said you did, nor did I make it an order. Merely suggestion." She smiled once more, and turned to walk away, calling over her shoulder, "Goodnight."

He narrowed his eyes, staring after her, watching teh cane go back and forth lightly, the soft tapping echoing in the halls. "Hey," he called. She slowed and moved her head to show she was listening. "What's your name?"

"Adrienne." And with that she was gone.

He stared after her a minute or two, before realising what he was doing. He growled grumpily to himself, turned around and grabbed his bag before limping out of the office and down the hall to the elevator. He had decided to go home after all. There was nothing else to do.

Niether noticed the hidden Wilson behind the plant at the corner. He couldn't stop smiling. "I like that woman," he thought to himself. "I wonder if house'll realise that too." You can't not meet her and not like her, no matter how much you try. Wilson had become friendly with her, and talked with her on occasion with her. She was different to anyone he met, even her own family. She was calm, collected and funny, with sarcasm that could match House. She was the only one in the family that was prepared to accept the fate of the small child they look after if and when it should come to that. He sighed, watching as House got into the lift, before making his way to his office to finish for the night.

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Just the beginning really. Wrote it at quarter to four in the morning, so its kinda raw. A few spelling mistakes too. Never written a House fan fic before but i love the show. Hugh Laurie is so hot! Sorry couldn't help myself. Anyway, wrote this on a whim, don't really know where its going. Only fairly new to fan fic so bear with me. Please read and review. I would like some feedback. Thanks

Wolfsoul xxx