#anger issues reader

One deep breath after the other. You had spaced, ears ringing and vision clouded with misguided anger as Chase spoke up. The muffled noise simply caused you to tip over the edge. "Can everyone just shut up!" you exclaimed rather quickly before staring down at the boy's parents. "You two, hall, now!" with wide eyes the parents followed you, simply believing you were giving them a break form the situation despite your overstimulated and angered body language. "Your son is on the verge of dying because of your lack of care and adequate parenting! If you were at least semi decent, you would have the idea to, oh, I don't know. Maybe get your child his fucking vaccines so he doesn't die from the fucking measles or whooping cough! Most of them are free! It shouldn't be a cost issue; it's simply you both just being inadequate and utterly irresponsible with the life of your son." You stared them down sternly, breathing hard and fast as your brows creased together. There was a nerve jumping just below your eye and a vein popping in your neck.

The parents weren't very satisfied with their scolding. You knew that you would get a warning, a horrid patient satisfaction score and potentially sued for harassment, but how could you care at this moment? Not when a kid's life was on the line and the two adults in his life simply didn't care. "You can't fucking talk to us like that!" The father was the first to speak, "You have no right to judge our parenting style-"

"'Parenting style'? Is that what this is? Fuck me! I should have guessed, especially with the matted hair and fucking knits that are now contaminating our fucking hospital!" You were essentially screaming now, yet to be taken back by any of House's ducklings.

It took Chase a moment, taken aback by your sudden outburst before he put his hand on your shoulder. He spoke your name, giving you a stern look, "Go get a coffee, I can page another resident." He offered sympathy, understanding that your anger was coming from a place of advocating for your patient. Shaking your head as you let your clipboard and pen fall to the ground, you finally spoke up again. "I am done. I am fucking done!" You pushed past Chase's hand and the barged the father's shoulder as you stormed off.

This wasn't fair. That poor kid didn't deserve such shitty parents. Instead of searching for coffee as Chase suggested, you and your clenched fists began searching for safety. Refuge was spotted amongst an office in the west wing. It was empty and you had already stolen it, sitting behind the desk as hot tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn't understand how to control this anger. These emptions were large and simply weren't something you found yourself used to.

The door handle clicked open and yet your head didn't shoot up. Too focused on your breathing you missed the limp of the man making his way behind the desk towards you. His cane held a dull thump as it assisted him throughout the room. The beige carpet came in handy for a surprise.

Gregory House, your fellow coworker and current situationship was no sitting just in front of you. Not bothering to look up, you instead chose to pull your knees to your chest in an attempt to practice some steady breathing. If you couldn't get the anger under control than maybe breathing would help the frustrated tears dissipate into something softer.

"Chase gave me a run down," he hummed, "This isn't the first time this has happened." Fucking hell, you didn't need this on top of anything else today. "A little birdie told me you quit as well." You tensed, swallowing hard before nodding,

"House..." you managed to croak, sniffling as you lifted your head, 'Did you see what they were doing to him?" Your shaking hands suddenly felt warm and still as Gregory took them in his own. He squeezed them in his palms before using them to pull you closer. Your head rested against his shoulder as you shuffled that slightest bit closer. The man hummed in response. How could he not see what they were doing? You would have to be just a negligent as his parents were to miss something so insanely obvious as that. "How can we just sit there and just not say anything? They're killing him!" You sniffled.

House wasn't sure how to respond at first. Firstly, a nod, then he leaned over and kissed your temple. There was a silent understanding between you both as you trailed off. "A social worker and CPS have been notified... But what they have done doesn't warrant your anger. I would have kicked their asses myself, but you can't. You have a lot more to lose, doll." You understood, but it was difficult to hold in such rage after a day of overstimulation and week of back-to-back shifts. A scoff slipped past your swollen lips. "I have nothing to lose now... I quit. I am done." You muttered while he simply shook his head.

House knew you well enough to know you would regret that simple decision in an hour when you saw the paediatric ward fill another bed. "We're not thinking about that now," His voice was gruff as he gently drew fingers on your shoulder with calloused fingers. He leaned in and kissed your temple one last time, "I'll take you home tonight, but you need to get help." He hummed quietly.

"Oh, that's just rich coming from you." You pulled away quickly, "I do not have a problem!" You exclaimed, attempting to stand when a rough hand clasped your wrist. There was one more singular attempt before you just stopped. Your tears, which had just turned into a sniffle were beginning to well back in the corner of your eyes. The way Gregory spoke your name in that stern manner, the same someone would scold a puppy in caused you to break. "Yeah... yeah, okay. I need a break." You whispered. He nodded in return, taking a moment to steady himself as he stood from the floor. Once he was part way up, using the desk to stabilize himself, he lifted himself further with the help of putting pressure on his hot rod cane. "I will help you, but you need to let me. This isn't something you handle alone."

You swallowed hard before slowly nodding. "Okay..."

"Okay." He squeezed your palm, and while there was no one in the hall he pulled you into a gentle kiss. "I will be here for you."

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