rp for Stacy
House was restless.
He’d been restless ever since he saw the state Wilson was in. And ever since he heard Stacy was in the hotel. Well, really, he’d been restless ever since he found out about Cuddy and Dean, but seeing Wilson and finding out Stacy was here only served to put him right on edge.
The thing was House didn’t want to see Stacy. He did not want to be face to face with her, not after he’d pushed her away, told her to go back home to Short Hills, pushed her out of his life for good. But… that was all history that was back home. And it didn’t matter how much he tried to convince himself he didn’t need to see Stacy, he actually did. Not because he wanted to see her but because he needed confirmation that she actually was here.
He left his room after spending an hour trying to occupy his mind with TV. He threw a cursory glance at Cuddy’s door across the hall, remembering how anxious he’d been when he told her about Wilson, and about Stacy being here. He made his way to the elevator, no idea where to start looking for her. She could be anywhere. He knew she sometimes drank alcohol to calm her nerves when she was under stress, so he tried the bar first, without success.
He moved across to the banquet hall next, couldn’t find her there, tried the pool area just in case, then decided that maybe the quickest way to find out if she was here was to ask the Bellboy. Not that the idea appealed because he hated the Bellboy, but he wasn’t left with many options. The creep could at least tell him Stacy’s room number.
That decided, he started to make his way towards the reception area, navigating himself through the twists and turns of the hallways that led from the pool area to the lobby. His leg was burning, throbbing, and he had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath before he resumed walking. And just as he rounded the corner, he almost walked right into someone walking the opposite direction.
He’d been restless ever since he saw the state Wilson was in. And ever since he heard Stacy was in the hotel. Well, really, he’d been restless ever since he found out about Cuddy and Dean, but seeing Wilson and finding out Stacy was here only served to put him right on edge.
The thing was House didn’t want to see Stacy. He did not want to be face to face with her, not after he’d pushed her away, told her to go back home to Short Hills, pushed her out of his life for good. But… that was all history that was back home. And it didn’t matter how much he tried to convince himself he didn’t need to see Stacy, he actually did. Not because he wanted to see her but because he needed confirmation that she actually was here.
He left his room after spending an hour trying to occupy his mind with TV. He threw a cursory glance at Cuddy’s door across the hall, remembering how anxious he’d been when he told her about Wilson, and about Stacy being here. He made his way to the elevator, no idea where to start looking for her. She could be anywhere. He knew she sometimes drank alcohol to calm her nerves when she was under stress, so he tried the bar first, without success.
He moved across to the banquet hall next, couldn’t find her there, tried the pool area just in case, then decided that maybe the quickest way to find out if she was here was to ask the Bellboy. Not that the idea appealed because he hated the Bellboy, but he wasn’t left with many options. The creep could at least tell him Stacy’s room number.
That decided, he started to make his way towards the reception area, navigating himself through the twists and turns of the hallways that led from the pool area to the lobby. His leg was burning, throbbing, and he had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath before he resumed walking. And just as he rounded the corner, he almost walked right into someone walking the opposite direction.