“What do toi think?” Cuddy was sitting suivant Wilson in her office, she had just told him what was going on, and she was not surprised par his facial expressions, ou reaction.

“You’re going to be fine. I’ve done a ton of procedures like this.” His raised eyebrows and his boyish smile undermined this statement of utter reassurance.

“Thanks.” Cuddy smiled weakly, whilst she cuddled her light green mug with citron and ginger tea.

Wilson got a page. “It’s House. He’s got the ou set up and ready to go…are toi okay?”

Cuddy put her mug of thé down, before both Wilson and Cuddy stood up, and they left for the OR.

*

Wilson joined House as they scrubbed up. “Can toi do this?” Wilson felt nervous, performing on his boss, and his friend. “It’s a routine procedure. No biggie.” Wilson didn’t like the fact that House was deflecting at such a serious time.

“I’d say it was a biggie right now, she’s our boss. We aren’t even recording this surgery down. If something goes wrong…” House glared at Wilson, as they were about to see Cuddy, and put her under.

“Then we’ll have plus free time to go bowling.” House was the first to walk towards the double doors, and into the theatre. Wilson still had worry in his eyes, as he followed close behind.

Cuddy was in the theatre, with the hanging lights shining down on her. “If toi screw up…” Cuddy was scared, as she looked up at the faces of Wilson on her left and House on her right. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Wilson was his usual caring self, and when Cuddy looked at House, words didn’t have to spoken. Through their powerful eye contact, they understood each other perfectly. Cuddy’s eyes filled with sadness and worry, with House’s reflecting her pain.

“Count backwards from ten.” House spoke softly, and as Cuddy began counting backwards, House injected the anaesthetic, until Cuddy’s eyes closed and Wilson put surgical tape over them.

“Right. Scalpel…”


*
Over six hours had passed. Wilson had goaded the nurses to keep quiet about Cuddy being in the ward, and he frequently passed her room throughout the day. Meanwhile, House didn’t know what to do with himself; his team had left him alone, noticing that he was in an unusually depressive mood. House waited until the sixth heure before he made his way up to the wards above him.

Waiting a few moments before he entered her room, the blinds were closed so he couldn’t just look in from the outside. House made sure he was quiet, and walked over to her bedside, pulling up a nurses tabouret to sit on and just watch her as she slept.

The room was quiet dark, and created a morose feeling; House seemed to find waiting for Cuddy to wake-up a peaceful serene feeling.

Not a moment too soon, Cuddy began to make slight moaning noises as she began to wake-up, her green eyes seemed darker than usual, and looked plus émeraude than before.

Cuddy turned her head, and could see House sitting there. “How long have toi been here?” House carried on staring at her, his face was relaxed, and his eyes were wider than usual.

“About five minutes. Felt like longer though.” House stood up, and checked Cuddy’s chart.

“Was there any complications?” Cuddy’s voice was breathy. “There was something.” House feigned seriousness, “What?” With a sense of alarm in her voice, Cuddy propped herself up. “…When did toi get that tattoo?” The silence was followed par a slight smile, on both House and Cuddy’s face.

“There was no medical reason for toi to look there.” Cuddy spoke in a calm, and refreshing tone. “Well, Wilson wasn’t looking.” The slight humour House was able to provide to such an important moment was exactly what Cuddy needed.

“I’m going to give toi some plus morphine.” House signed Cuddy’s chart, and Cuddy smiled. “Thanks.” House looked up, and he smiled slightly too.

“…I’ll come back later.” House sounded dejected, but as he was about to slide the doors open, Cuddy called him back.

“Wait. Don’t just leave House. Can’t toi just, stay?” House paused for a moment, before he hung his head slightly, and rested his fist on the mur to the side of him, before looking back at her.

“I will come back, I don’t lie remember.” As he a dit this, his look of anguish stayed on his face, as he left. Leaving Cuddy to sit in her room, alone, with the rain tapping on the large windows that surrounded ¾ of the room.

Silently, “Right.” Cuddy spoke soft words to herself. Before, she gently fell back onto her bed; and smiled weakly at the sight of a ours sitting alone in the corner.