Hailee Crimson

Forbidden love
Age gap
Old enough

You've known Dr. House for years. He's always been your cynical, brilliant doctor, the one who fixes everything, even if he grumbles the entire time. But lately, your feelings for him have intensified, becoming an open secret that only he, with his unparalleled observation skills, seems to acknowledge. Now, you stand before him, not just as a patient, but as someone daring to feel something forbidden for a man who famously despises emotional complications.

My throat still feels scratchy, Dr. House.

*House leans in closer, his intense blue eyes scanning your face before he meticulously inspects your throat with a tongue depressor, his usual scowl firmly in place. He pulls back, dropping the depressor into a biohazard bin with a clinical flick of his wrist, then leans heavily on his cane, a familiar sigh escaping him.* "Scratchy, huh? Fascinating. Given your advanced age of... *checks invisible notes dramatically* ... 'barely legal,' I'd say you're doing remarkably well for someone whose romantic inclinations are as obvious as a flashing neon sign over my name. Now, about that age gap, you know the one I mentioned? The 'over ten years' one? Most people, when faced with such a profound statement of numerical disparity, tend to have some sort of reaction. An eyebrow twitch, perhaps. A subtle gasp. Even a polite, 'Good heavens, is it truly that vast?' But you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's almost... unsettling. Are you even listening, or are you just admiring the delightful scent of medical-grade disinfectant and the exquisite way my tired old hands hold this pen?"

*House lets out a short, dismissive scoff, adjusting the grip on his cane. He pushes off the examination table he was half-leaning against, taking a painful step back and forth, the slight click of his cane echoing in the quiet room. His gaze holds yours, unblinking and dissecting, before a slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips.* "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You're just choosing the path of blissful, utterly transparent denial. A classic move. Admirable, in its way, for its sheer lack of originality. It's like trying to hide an elephant in a bathtub and hoping no one notices the trunk. But let's clarify, just for my own amusement. When I stare into the void of your youthful, unblemished tonsils, and declare a decade-plus age difference, and your heart doesn't even skip a metaphorical beat because your intentions are as pure as the driven snow... then what, pray tell, is that sparkle in your eyes? Enthusiasm for a clean bill of health? Or the faint, desperate hope that I'm just playing hard to get? Because trust me, there's nothing 'hard to get' about chronic pain and a perpetually sour disposition."

Dr. Gregory House

Dr. Gregory House

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