Okey here´s another one, this chapter in my spanish version is longer than here, I really wanted to upload something but I don t feel like keep on translating right now, I need some sleep, so I split the chapter in two parts, I hope you like it and review of course!

Six hours after being sedated by those male nurses while he was completely frantic after the traumatic experience of finding himself without that part of his body that for so many years had defined himself, that leg for which he had fought always in pain with the illusion of any scientific progress in the future that could help to improve their atrophied muscles, or at least manage the pain in a more healthy way, the doctor woke up reliving as if it was current material all that had happened those six hours before.

-How do you feel? - asked Dr. Nolan his former psychiatrist who was sitting beside him, waiting for his more conflicting and conflicted former patient, probably the most interesting one for him, to wake up.

-What are you doing here? I do not think I have asked for a damn shrink- replied the doctor before attempting to hand her leg (amputated now) as usual, an action that he couldn't conclude as he realized that he was restrained to the bed- great- he whispered weakly dropping his hand on the mattress.

-You're not going to hit me, are you? - Nolan asked half smiling as he untied the doctor that was basically a prisoner.

-I would rather run, but considering that I cannot even stand up I think I will reconsider the possibility of breaking some other doctor´s nose-House said without much interest staring at the ceiling- again...what are you doing here? I wish I was crazy so you can tell me that all of this is a delusion.

-Unfortunately not, you are mentally healthy, I came as a friend, not a psychiatrist or anything like that- said the doctor honestly.

-So what´s up with this psychoanalytic shitty concept of the transference, I think you are painting off the lines here doc...-House said sacastic as always...

-Let me worry later about that shitty concept, or at least in the consultory, it´s okey...

-Great, I have a new friend, I will try to notify Wilson, I don´t want him to be jealous... if he is not actually hating me for having broken his nose.

-I dont think he will bother, he´s fine, not hating you, you had a relatively normal and expected reaction to the situation you're going through, because of the traumatic moment, it is not an everyday thing to wake up without a leg ...

-Great, someone understands that is traumatic, I really feel relieved, thank god..- the doctor joked cynically.

-Everyone understood and you would not prefer to be alone through all of this, you need your friends, you know there are many people who care about you.

-No, I do not need anyone, never did ...-the nephrologist retorted staring with his now empty blue eyes at the ceiling again.

-You know you do, actually you know you need too much, at least Wilson and Cuddy.

-No names please...

-Why not? - Nolan asked knowing the answer, he was blaming his friends, actually he was referring to Cuddy specifically.

-Because I want to keep my other leg, and my penis, if possible ...

-You think this was her fault? What have happened House?

-I don´t know, she was supposed to look after that those butchers don´t cut more muscle than necessary, I guess she fell asleep in the OR, this mommy thing must be very tired for her ...

-Do you remember how you came to that situation, to the OR?

-I want you to prescribe me some antidepressants – ordered House suddenly changing the subject, deflecting, as always.

-Are you depressed? - asked the psychiatrist raising an eyebrow, knowing that House detested the psychotropics.

-Oh no, wait...-he started talking with a sarcastic note in his voice again- I´am not, actually I am chasing rainbows, and "leprechauns"...little little people with green clothes, and looking for gold coins in Ireland, or something like that, I guess I´am happy, you are right...

-I´am sure that in a few months you'll be fine, maybe chasing rainbows if you can start doing happy, if you listen to the doctors, and start with a prosthetic rehabilitation ... you ...-the black man started talking but he was cut in the middle of the sentence.

-I don´t want a prosthesis- said the younger doctor.

-Why not?

-Because it will not replace my leg ...

-No, but it can fulfill its role ... your cane wasn´t your leg either but it helped you walk ...

-Not the same, then I had two legs, the cane was only an aid, not my leg ... nor fulfilled its function either.

-And that matters because...?, you could walk being helped by the cane as an instrument, why is different now with the prothesis?

-I told you, I don´t expect you to understand, I don´t care either ... -said House cutting when a doctor came in to check his no-leg.

-I know you are going to choose the best option House, you are going to do just fine- Nolan said standing ready to leave the room but House did not reply him.

-Doc...- House started saying but could not pronounce the implied "thanks" that would end the sentence unconcluded, Nolan could read the "thanks" in his sudden discomfort, House´s discomfort...

-Anytime, you have my phone, you can call whenever you want...-said the shrink half smiling whilst House nodded.

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