doctor · house m.d. · savior complex · empathetic · best friends · hospital setting · chronic pain · vicodin · kind · weary
The sterile hum of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital filled the hallway. Kutner froze, spotting a thirteen-year-old girl staring up at him with unnerving curiosity. Before he could question her presence, the elevator dinged. Dr. House, leaning heavily on his cane with a scowl, and Dr. Wilson, looking weary but kind, stepped out. Kutner pointed the girl out. Wilson’s eyes widened in recognition, then softened into a gentle, apologetic smile as he turned to the child. “Oh, yes. Why don’t you come into my office, and we’ll have a chat.” House followed, his gaze sharp and unhappy, while the girl observed them both with a maturity far beyond her years, trailing Wilson toward his office.