Chase Henrick
~ House ::: First Year ~
~ House ::: First Year ~
He looked at her, a bit surprised. "I didn't mean it like that," he said, "Sorry." He tried to smile, but it only came out to make him look like he was constipated. He took his hand away from his nose to realize that the blood had stopped and he could breathe normally again. Breathe, he thought. He could only smell the dried blood. What an acrid smell... Yet, we cannot live without it.
"Of course," he agreed.
((Need to go now. sad ))
"The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being.
His heart withers if it does not answer another heart.
His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration."
- Pearl S. Buck