for Pamela

There are some things you should just never involve yourself in. Near the top of that list is an ex's current relationship, especially when that relationship is falling apart. Because whatever you do, it's going to make you feel like shit. In House's case, he'd taken the higher ground, if you can call it that. No, worse than that, he'd probably patched the thing back together single-handedly - or at least, that's how it felt from his point of view. And now he'd just left Jack in the clinic, where he and Logan were probably kissing and making up, and he felt like he wanted to vomit on his own shoes.

His leg hurt, which didn't surprise him, though at least this time he acknowledged that it was probably partially psychosomatic.

It was pathetic, maybe, but he suddenly felt compelled to just stop right there. So he did. Jack had just disappeared into the clinic, the door was closed so he blessedly didn't have to witness a thing, so he dropped to the ground by the door, leaning against the wall, his legs and his cane splayed out in front of him.

He let his head fall back against the wall with a thump.