(Michael's POV)
Everything ached. Where am I? I remembered the chest pain and Rachel.
Where is she? Is she okay? Why is everything dark?
My eye lids were too heavy too open. Damn.
I hear muffled voices but I can only hear some things.
" My dad tried to hurt Mike, I defended him. What's your favori subject?"
That's Jake! Who is he talking too?
" Math. How old were toi when that happened?"
Rachel! Oh god, now she knows.
I couldn't hear their voices for a little bit but then I heard Jake ask, "You like Michael?"
I didn't hear her respond for a while and my cœur, coeur dropped into my stomach.
There wasn't any reason for me to hear anything, and I didn't want to anymore, so I succumbed to a painful sleep.
A FEW HOURS LATER
(3rd person)
Rachel was sleeping in her chair again par Michael's bed, it was now around 4 in the afternoon. Rachel's left hand was holding Michaels and her right hand was placed on his thigh.
Cuddy had came in a few minutes earlier and had put a blanket over her so she wouldn't be cold.
Michael was starting to stir in place. He hissed in pain when he moved his ribs. The hiss jolted Rachel awake.
She gasped.
" Mike! Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I was so worried!"
Michael remembered the conversation he heard, and looked away from her and at the window instead.
" What's wrong?" Rachel asked as her face dropped slightly.
" Nothing."
" Come on Mike, toi can tell me." Rachel a dit as she sat on the lit still holding Michael's hand in her lap.
" It's nothing that toi should worry about." Mike a dit Curtly.
" What are toi talking about?" Rachel asked, confused.
" Go worry about someone else." Mike said, still not looking at her.
" Someone toi care about." Michael muttered.
" What?" Rachel a dit getting a bit frustrated from not understanding.
" toi know what I'm talking about."
" No Mike! I don't know! Please tell me what's wrong?"
" I heard what toi said." Michael a dit closing his eyes.
Rachel was shocked.
' He heard me tell Jake I liked him?' She thought.
Michael looked over at Rachel when she wasn't talking anymore.
She was looking down biting her lip. He could see a tear roll down her face. His cœur, coeur dropped.
" Rach-" He started.
" No! Don't talk to me." Rachel a dit jumping up from the lit angrily. She thought that since he was jouer la comédie like this, that he didn't like her.
" Rach-" He tried again, But once again was interupted.
" No! Don't EVER talk to me again. I don't want to see toi again either." At this point, tears were rolling down her face, and her face was red.
She ran out of the room after Michael didn't say anything.
House was coming to take her accueil for the jour when he was ran into par Rachel.
" salut Rach--" He stopped when he saw her tears. " What happened?"
" I don't want to see him, ever again." Rachel a dit still sobbing and clutching on to House's t-shirt.
House awkwardly wrapped his arms around her for the seconde time in a few days and looked towards Michaels room. But this time, there was feu in his eyes.
TBC?
A/N: Please review and tell me how toi like it so far.
Everything ached. Where am I? I remembered the chest pain and Rachel.
Where is she? Is she okay? Why is everything dark?
My eye lids were too heavy too open. Damn.
I hear muffled voices but I can only hear some things.
" My dad tried to hurt Mike, I defended him. What's your favori subject?"
That's Jake! Who is he talking too?
" Math. How old were toi when that happened?"
Rachel! Oh god, now she knows.
I couldn't hear their voices for a little bit but then I heard Jake ask, "You like Michael?"
I didn't hear her respond for a while and my cœur, coeur dropped into my stomach.
There wasn't any reason for me to hear anything, and I didn't want to anymore, so I succumbed to a painful sleep.
A FEW HOURS LATER
(3rd person)
Rachel was sleeping in her chair again par Michael's bed, it was now around 4 in the afternoon. Rachel's left hand was holding Michaels and her right hand was placed on his thigh.
Cuddy had came in a few minutes earlier and had put a blanket over her so she wouldn't be cold.
Michael was starting to stir in place. He hissed in pain when he moved his ribs. The hiss jolted Rachel awake.
She gasped.
" Mike! Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I was so worried!"
Michael remembered the conversation he heard, and looked away from her and at the window instead.
" What's wrong?" Rachel asked as her face dropped slightly.
" Nothing."
" Come on Mike, toi can tell me." Rachel a dit as she sat on the lit still holding Michael's hand in her lap.
" It's nothing that toi should worry about." Mike a dit Curtly.
" What are toi talking about?" Rachel asked, confused.
" Go worry about someone else." Mike said, still not looking at her.
" Someone toi care about." Michael muttered.
" What?" Rachel a dit getting a bit frustrated from not understanding.
" toi know what I'm talking about."
" No Mike! I don't know! Please tell me what's wrong?"
" I heard what toi said." Michael a dit closing his eyes.
Rachel was shocked.
' He heard me tell Jake I liked him?' She thought.
Michael looked over at Rachel when she wasn't talking anymore.
She was looking down biting her lip. He could see a tear roll down her face. His cœur, coeur dropped.
" Rach-" He started.
" No! Don't talk to me." Rachel a dit jumping up from the lit angrily. She thought that since he was jouer la comédie like this, that he didn't like her.
" Rach-" He tried again, But once again was interupted.
" No! Don't EVER talk to me again. I don't want to see toi again either." At this point, tears were rolling down her face, and her face was red.
She ran out of the room after Michael didn't say anything.
House was coming to take her accueil for the jour when he was ran into par Rachel.
" salut Rach--" He stopped when he saw her tears. " What happened?"
" I don't want to see him, ever again." Rachel a dit still sobbing and clutching on to House's t-shirt.
House awkwardly wrapped his arms around her for the seconde time in a few days and looked towards Michaels room. But this time, there was feu in his eyes.
TBC?
A/N: Please review and tell me how toi like it so far.
