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dr greg house x gn!reader
cws: panic attack details, mention on meds/stopping meds
a/n: comfort house posting </3
"....l/n, are you even listening?"
you looked up. house, cameron, chase and foreman were all looking at you.
"i...what?"
you felt your face warm. you'd been feeling off all day, unable to focus, too concerned with your breathing. you knew why this was, of course, but were trying to ignore it.
"forget it." house muttered. "you two-" he pointed at chase and cameron "-give her an mri. cameron, test her samples. and you-" he turned to you, eyes narrowed. "you're coming with me."
feeling as if you were walking to the gallows, you followed house out of his room and down the hall. he turned into a quiet room, which was suspiciously empty of patients.
"you've stopped taking your meds." he said indifferently. "why."
"i...how did you know?" you replied, slightly surprised.
"your anxiety is written all over you. you've stopped taking your anxiety meds."
you sighed, defeated. "i just...didn't want to feel so dependent on them, you know. i guess i just, like...i-i...." you felt your chest tighten and your hands felt clammy. "shit, you're right...what the hell was i thinking?"
"look, calm down. when you get home, take your meds. until then, i need you focused, i need your skills. i'm....i'm going to try something. to calm you down."
he leant his cane against the empty bed, and stepped forward. "can i hug you?"
you blinked, and broke into a smile. he knew what you needed, and you nodded. he hugged you tightly, his arms wrapping around you. you smiled into his jacket, and felt your breathing ease.
"you...are surprisingly nice to hug. now. are you feeling better?" he pulled away, eyeing you. you nodded.
"yes. though i might need more hugs later. and maybe dinner?"
house smiled, and you could've sworn he looked a little flustered. "sure thing, sweetheart."