I bruise easily

I´m not the auteur of this article!

Hey, I found this short cute story on a livejournal community and I really l’amour it, one of the best thutner fics I have ever read.
I didn´t put this as a link , because I had problems with not-working liens recently, so I´m going to post the story here, hoping toi will enjoy it.

Again, I didn´t write this, the auteur is phinnia and all credits go to her.


Second childhood


Kutner wears boxeur, boxer shorts with cartoon characters on them - mostly Looney Tunes and Disney. Riffling through his underwear drawer is like a walk through Kodachrome-toned Sunday mornings...

This fanfic was written for amberRocks ;]

She was screaming the hell out of her.
Kutner was walking up and down, not able to take a close look at what was going on. The screams of pain were already enough for him, he took a look at his watch. Almost an heure had passed now.
How much longer would this last...?
He winced as he heard her scream his name. She wanted to have him par her side. Kutner took a deep breath and told himself quietly not to be such a coward as he walked up to her lit and reached for her hand.
Thirteen gave him a weak smile before she was screaming again. She pressed his hand...

If you’re lire this, toi already know

It had been ten years since Lawrence Kutner had left the practice of Dr. Gregory House. It had been nine years since he’d been married. It had been eight years since they’d adopted their daughter from India, and seven years since they’d purchased their first house.
    
It had been a week since he’d attended his wife’s funeral.
    
They were cleaning out the house now, getting ready to déplacer to some place smaller. Ever since his wife had been unable to work and her medical bills had started to steadily...