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House waited until he was out of sight from the bar to stop and brace his hand against the wall. The way he’d landed on the floor when Dean tripped him up jarred his leg; it was throbbing sharply. The bruise on his chin where Dean had uppercut him was throbbing, too.
More than that, however, was the horrible twisting feeling in his stomach that Cuddy had been sleeping around with someone else. He really didn’t want to believe Dean - House wanted to believe that Dean had just said he’d slept with Cuddy to rile him up. And right now, the very thought of Cuddy being with anyone else made House so full of envy he could hardly stand it.
He leaned against the wall and gripped at his thigh, breathing quickly from both the scuffle he’d just gotten into with Dean, and to get some control over the pain in his leg. Cuddy had slept with that arrogant prick? When? Why? What the hell was all that wanting to be with him stuff, if she was sleeping around with people in the hotel?
Another burst of furious jealousy and anger ignited in House. He pushed away from the wall and took a few pained, staggered steps before he started to head off as briskly as he could to the elevator. He caught a ride to his floor and headed straight for Cuddy’s door, anger in him growing with each step he took.
Upon reaching her door, he pounded on it hard, then leaned against the doorframe as he rubbed at his thigh with his other hand. He pounded on the door, harder, until he heard the doorknob being turned and he fixed his gaze into a fierce glare as the door was opened.
More than that, however, was the horrible twisting feeling in his stomach that Cuddy had been sleeping around with someone else. He really didn’t want to believe Dean - House wanted to believe that Dean had just said he’d slept with Cuddy to rile him up. And right now, the very thought of Cuddy being with anyone else made House so full of envy he could hardly stand it.
He leaned against the wall and gripped at his thigh, breathing quickly from both the scuffle he’d just gotten into with Dean, and to get some control over the pain in his leg. Cuddy had slept with that arrogant prick? When? Why? What the hell was all that wanting to be with him stuff, if she was sleeping around with people in the hotel?
Another burst of furious jealousy and anger ignited in House. He pushed away from the wall and took a few pained, staggered steps before he started to head off as briskly as he could to the elevator. He caught a ride to his floor and headed straight for Cuddy’s door, anger in him growing with each step he took.
Upon reaching her door, he pounded on it hard, then leaned against the doorframe as he rubbed at his thigh with his other hand. He pounded on the door, harder, until he heard the doorknob being turned and he fixed his gaze into a fierce glare as the door was opened.