Sorry if I left toi guys hanging in the last chapter! Here's more! ;)
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Three soap episodes had already played in the marathon when Cuddy asked,
"What was up with toi yesterday?" House sighed. He knew he had it coming.
"If I told you, you'd think I was weird." Cuddy laughed. She situated herself on the couch.
"Don't cackle at me," he a dit smiling, but then his smile faded," well, my friend who I've known forever now died from cancer."
"Oh I'm so sorry House..." Cuddy trailed off. She leaned on House.
"And I'm sorry I was snooping around in your business." House closed his eyes, as if taking in the moment.
"Well, it's your job to snoop." They watched a few minutes of the show, and House asked,
"Why'd toi decide to go to dîner with me?"
"Well because I l-" She stopped and took her head off his shoulder.
"Pardon?" He asked. The biggest grin could be found on his face.
"-I...uh..like that restaurant."
"How many times have toi been there?"
"A couple of times." House gave her the, 'are toi kidding?' look.
"Once." They sat in an awkward silence, the only sound to be heard was the televison.
"You l’amour me, don't you?" House said.
"I never a dit th-"
"You're head over heels for me..."
"I didn't imply th-"
"And I am too." She looked House in the eye. She had thought about this moment, but never thought he would actually mean it. House smirked and he leaned in. She felt his lips on hers. It was pure bliss. He pulled back.
"But, ya' know, if you'd rather go home-" She kissed him again passionately. He ran his hand through her hair. And that's when the doorbell rang. They both ignored it. House leaned back and cuddy was on haut, retour au début of him. Wilson stood outside of his appartment, shouting,
"House, I know you're in there! House???" He reached for the key on haut, retour au début of the door. He opened the door, to behold something he hoped never to see. They both sat up, House smiling from ear to ear. But then his expression changed.
"Why do toi think toi can just walk in?"
"Well, I j-"
"No! I don't put the key there just so-"
"House, stop the macho act. salut Wilson." She waved a little.
"Well I should be going," she said, s’embrasser House on the cheek.
"Give me a ride home, Wilson?"
"Oh, uhm... sure."
"Bye," House grunted. They left House alone in the apartment.
"My how the tables have turned," he a dit aloud. Any other day, House would walk in on Wilson. He sighed, but then remembered. Cuddy loved him, and he loved her.
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No words had been exchanged while riding accueil in Wilson's car. Wilson looked mildly disgusted, confused, and suprised all at once, while Cuddy just grinned. They arrived at her house.
"I...uh..don't wanna know," Wilson a dit as Cuddy got out of the car. She giggled.
"Thanks for the ride accueil Wilson."
"Sure." She shut the door and went into the house. He pressed on the gas pedal and thought about the series of events that had just occured before him. He shook his head. He couldn't help but think, " Way to go, House."
tbc
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Three soap episodes had already played in the marathon when Cuddy asked,
"What was up with toi yesterday?" House sighed. He knew he had it coming.
"If I told you, you'd think I was weird." Cuddy laughed. She situated herself on the couch.
"Don't cackle at me," he a dit smiling, but then his smile faded," well, my friend who I've known forever now died from cancer."
"Oh I'm so sorry House..." Cuddy trailed off. She leaned on House.
"And I'm sorry I was snooping around in your business." House closed his eyes, as if taking in the moment.
"Well, it's your job to snoop." They watched a few minutes of the show, and House asked,
"Why'd toi decide to go to dîner with me?"
"Well because I l-" She stopped and took her head off his shoulder.
"Pardon?" He asked. The biggest grin could be found on his face.
"-I...uh..like that restaurant."
"How many times have toi been there?"
"A couple of times." House gave her the, 'are toi kidding?' look.
"Once." They sat in an awkward silence, the only sound to be heard was the televison.
"You l’amour me, don't you?" House said.
"I never a dit th-"
"You're head over heels for me..."
"I didn't imply th-"
"And I am too." She looked House in the eye. She had thought about this moment, but never thought he would actually mean it. House smirked and he leaned in. She felt his lips on hers. It was pure bliss. He pulled back.
"But, ya' know, if you'd rather go home-" She kissed him again passionately. He ran his hand through her hair. And that's when the doorbell rang. They both ignored it. House leaned back and cuddy was on haut, retour au début of him. Wilson stood outside of his appartment, shouting,
"House, I know you're in there! House???" He reached for the key on haut, retour au début of the door. He opened the door, to behold something he hoped never to see. They both sat up, House smiling from ear to ear. But then his expression changed.
"Why do toi think toi can just walk in?"
"Well, I j-"
"No! I don't put the key there just so-"
"House, stop the macho act. salut Wilson." She waved a little.
"Well I should be going," she said, s’embrasser House on the cheek.
"Give me a ride home, Wilson?"
"Oh, uhm... sure."
"Bye," House grunted. They left House alone in the apartment.
"My how the tables have turned," he a dit aloud. Any other day, House would walk in on Wilson. He sighed, but then remembered. Cuddy loved him, and he loved her.
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No words had been exchanged while riding accueil in Wilson's car. Wilson looked mildly disgusted, confused, and suprised all at once, while Cuddy just grinned. They arrived at her house.
"I...uh..don't wanna know," Wilson a dit as Cuddy got out of the car. She giggled.
"Thanks for the ride accueil Wilson."
"Sure." She shut the door and went into the house. He pressed on the gas pedal and thought about the series of events that had just occured before him. He shook his head. He couldn't help but think, " Way to go, House."
tbc
I was lire up on opiate withdrawal and apparently toi can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the suivant morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the l’espace of a horrible 24 heure detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every heure ou so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the suivant morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the l’espace of a horrible 24 heure detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every heure ou so like before.
Short and simple :)