Is he right? House could've easily come up with something like that. The story was very in depth but that doesn't mean anything. It's just his creative side showing...Secretly, he can come up with things like that.
No. I need to seriously stop feeding myself this bullshit. What he dreamed is exactly what I would do. I would've stayed if he a dit he needed me. I would've helped him detox off vicodin. I would've admitted that I did in fact audit his endocrinology class in college. I would've told him the truth and nothing but the truth. And we would've gotten together....
And I would've left my lipstick on his counter...
And he would know I'm in l’amour with him.
But no. First of all, I didn't realize what kind of state he was in when he had walked into my office. He a dit he was going to quit...Maybe because then he knew his last resort was going to Mayfield. ou he thought it was.
And then the brutal comment. I should've realized he was vulnerable. He makes commentaires that no one could bear, but up to a certain extent. He was just...angry at me. For--shoving him away--And when he needed help most. When he needed me most.
Detoxing with me would've been easier.
___
"Oh my god."
House was shutting his eyes from the blinding headache that occurred when another patient had begun to scream bloody murder. He ran all around the common area where all the other patients were either watching TV ou playing games with one another. House was alone par the window. He had not enjoyed seeing so much sunlight in forever. However, it had to end a few minutes later, bringing in the gray blankets that wring out puddles of rain. Yet, House seemed to enjoy this too. It didn't bring a smile to his face, but he admired it. All of it, all of what it was.
"Greg?"
A voice had called from behind him. One of the nurses was beckoning to him. He stood up from the window pane.
"You have a visitor."
And a foot stepped out from behind her.
"House."
"Wilson."
Wilson stood from across the room, smiling slightly at House. They both remained motionless for about a minute.
"Miss me already?" House asked sarcastically. He turned and walked back to the window as Wilson walked toward him. He pulled up a chair and sat suivant to House.
"So first four nights. First Three days. How've they been?"
"Surreal."
"I thought--that's why we put toi in here."
"Everyone here feels, looks and sounds like its fake. The way I act here, It's--torture."
Wilson understood. He could see his eyes slightly gleaming. He could tell he was already sick of this. Knowing that there was something wrong with him that he couldn't fix par himself.
"House, listen to me okay? This is all to help you. Your brain is just malfunctioning completely and they need to get toi through this. You've been through two traumatic events in less than two years. I think I'd admit myself in here if toi weren't traumatized par all this. The vicodin, doesn't make things any better. They will get toi through this--"
"Where's Cuddy."
"At work? She has a lot of stuff to do today and--"
"Where, is she."
Wilson was confused. He just stared at House, waiting for him to make sense of everything.
"She's not at work. From the smile on your face means toi told her about everything I told you--and your face explains she's not in today but will be returning shortly after a jour ou so of thinking?"
"I--I don't--"
"Have toi been to work yet?"
"Yes."
"And was she there?"
"Yes."
"At exactly seven thirty?"
"Y--yes."
House got up and began to walk away from the window.
"My apologies then. Her break should begin suivant week, you're going to be in charge for the time being until she returns. I may be going crazy, and there's a good chance I've Lost Cuddy, but that doesn't mean I'm losing everything."
He had faced Wilson on last time before walking back down his corridor to return to his solitary room.
___
Separation is always the hardest thing to deal with in relationships. They bend and crease the heart, making the pain, inevitable.
But separation has a greater meaning.
I've come to see from the two great examples in front of me, that separation grants toi the ability to miss, to long for the other. Without separation we could not feel ou know, how certain people mean to us.
My two examples are my two best friends. It's killing me to see them apart, so I can't really imagine how they feel. Indescribable. Naturally. But, we don't know--we can't know because we can't feel their aches. But only if they knew of separations greater meaning, it could compensate for everything else.
She feels like she's losing him.
He feels like he's Lost her.
If only they could know.
Huh.
Wilson was walking down the corridor making his way to his office. He passed par House's office and saw just how dark it was compared to the rest of the hospital. It was so empty. Until he looked towards the chair par his desk. Cuddy was there.
Her head was bowed. One hand was wrapped around her abdomen and her elbow rested on her forearm as her hand swept each side of her face, wiping ever tear that fell.
He opened the door slowly. Walking in with his hands in his pockets, all the way up to the desk. He put himself in a chair before her.
He just looked at her for a seconde before she realized his presence in the room.
She looked at him before giving a smirk, shutting her eyes tight, keeping all tears. But this was a failed attempt, for no matter how hard she tried, they still leaked out. He grabbed her hand.
"You need to see him."
"Like this?"
"Chances are he's worse than toi are."
"Visiting isn't--a step I'm willing to take right now."
"Then call him. He--hm. He needs to know--that you're still there. Fighting beside him. And toi need to know the same. We all are fighting against, whatever this is. But he needs to know that--you're beside him. He needs to know he hasn't Lost toi yet."
No. I need to seriously stop feeding myself this bullshit. What he dreamed is exactly what I would do. I would've stayed if he a dit he needed me. I would've helped him detox off vicodin. I would've admitted that I did in fact audit his endocrinology class in college. I would've told him the truth and nothing but the truth. And we would've gotten together....
And I would've left my lipstick on his counter...
And he would know I'm in l’amour with him.
But no. First of all, I didn't realize what kind of state he was in when he had walked into my office. He a dit he was going to quit...Maybe because then he knew his last resort was going to Mayfield. ou he thought it was.
And then the brutal comment. I should've realized he was vulnerable. He makes commentaires that no one could bear, but up to a certain extent. He was just...angry at me. For--shoving him away--And when he needed help most. When he needed me most.
Detoxing with me would've been easier.
___
"Oh my god."
House was shutting his eyes from the blinding headache that occurred when another patient had begun to scream bloody murder. He ran all around the common area where all the other patients were either watching TV ou playing games with one another. House was alone par the window. He had not enjoyed seeing so much sunlight in forever. However, it had to end a few minutes later, bringing in the gray blankets that wring out puddles of rain. Yet, House seemed to enjoy this too. It didn't bring a smile to his face, but he admired it. All of it, all of what it was.
"Greg?"
A voice had called from behind him. One of the nurses was beckoning to him. He stood up from the window pane.
"You have a visitor."
And a foot stepped out from behind her.
"House."
"Wilson."
Wilson stood from across the room, smiling slightly at House. They both remained motionless for about a minute.
"Miss me already?" House asked sarcastically. He turned and walked back to the window as Wilson walked toward him. He pulled up a chair and sat suivant to House.
"So first four nights. First Three days. How've they been?"
"Surreal."
"I thought--that's why we put toi in here."
"Everyone here feels, looks and sounds like its fake. The way I act here, It's--torture."
Wilson understood. He could see his eyes slightly gleaming. He could tell he was already sick of this. Knowing that there was something wrong with him that he couldn't fix par himself.
"House, listen to me okay? This is all to help you. Your brain is just malfunctioning completely and they need to get toi through this. You've been through two traumatic events in less than two years. I think I'd admit myself in here if toi weren't traumatized par all this. The vicodin, doesn't make things any better. They will get toi through this--"
"Where's Cuddy."
"At work? She has a lot of stuff to do today and--"
"Where, is she."
Wilson was confused. He just stared at House, waiting for him to make sense of everything.
"She's not at work. From the smile on your face means toi told her about everything I told you--and your face explains she's not in today but will be returning shortly after a jour ou so of thinking?"
"I--I don't--"
"Have toi been to work yet?"
"Yes."
"And was she there?"
"Yes."
"At exactly seven thirty?"
"Y--yes."
House got up and began to walk away from the window.
"My apologies then. Her break should begin suivant week, you're going to be in charge for the time being until she returns. I may be going crazy, and there's a good chance I've Lost Cuddy, but that doesn't mean I'm losing everything."
He had faced Wilson on last time before walking back down his corridor to return to his solitary room.
___
Separation is always the hardest thing to deal with in relationships. They bend and crease the heart, making the pain, inevitable.
But separation has a greater meaning.
I've come to see from the two great examples in front of me, that separation grants toi the ability to miss, to long for the other. Without separation we could not feel ou know, how certain people mean to us.
My two examples are my two best friends. It's killing me to see them apart, so I can't really imagine how they feel. Indescribable. Naturally. But, we don't know--we can't know because we can't feel their aches. But only if they knew of separations greater meaning, it could compensate for everything else.
She feels like she's losing him.
He feels like he's Lost her.
If only they could know.
Huh.
Wilson was walking down the corridor making his way to his office. He passed par House's office and saw just how dark it was compared to the rest of the hospital. It was so empty. Until he looked towards the chair par his desk. Cuddy was there.
Her head was bowed. One hand was wrapped around her abdomen and her elbow rested on her forearm as her hand swept each side of her face, wiping ever tear that fell.
He opened the door slowly. Walking in with his hands in his pockets, all the way up to the desk. He put himself in a chair before her.
He just looked at her for a seconde before she realized his presence in the room.
She looked at him before giving a smirk, shutting her eyes tight, keeping all tears. But this was a failed attempt, for no matter how hard she tried, they still leaked out. He grabbed her hand.
"You need to see him."
"Like this?"
"Chances are he's worse than toi are."
"Visiting isn't--a step I'm willing to take right now."
"Then call him. He--hm. He needs to know--that you're still there. Fighting beside him. And toi need to know the same. We all are fighting against, whatever this is. But he needs to know that--you're beside him. He needs to know he hasn't Lost toi yet."
I'll tell toi a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly amoureux her.
Aren't they amoureux at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to l’amour she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
amoureux from afar.
Tell me what toi think :)