Note: This is before House’s Head, Amber’s still alive and Thirteen hasn’t tested herself.


Thirteen stared at herself in the mirror. Two months. It had been two months since she had slept with Foreman. Things had been awkward for a week or two, before eventually they had gotten back to normal. House might have poked fun a couple times, and Cuddy and Wilson might had looked at them through a squinted eye, as well there was a bit of giggling from nurses, but it seemed as if everyone had forgotten por now.

Thirteen lifted her camisa up to her chest. It was barely visible; it might look as if...