Time flew by, as Cuddy couldn’t sleep. Curled up on her side, staring outside the window as the dark clouds faded into the midnight sky with its stars shining so bright.
Feeling the haut, retour au début of her head, she closed her eyes and tried to recall House’s face. Someone she had spent so many years with as a boss, and potential lover. To her shock, she couldn’t remember his face. Even though it had only been a few hours since she last saw him, she couldn’t recall the conversation, only the feelings she had felt at that moment.
Panicking, she buzzed the nurse and asked for Dr.Wilson. However, the moment she asked for him, a look of confusion came across her face, as if she had no idea why she a dit that; who was Dr.Wilson?
Falling backwards onto the stacked pillows, she clung onto her bandaged head as if to hold it in place. Before she knew it, Wilson walked into her room; his relaxed face suddenly contorted into a look of worry and concern as he noticed her behaviour was abnormal.
“Cuddy?” Approaching her slowly, he reached for his light, before pausing as she noticed Cuddy flinch for a divisé, split second; was she afraid?
“I’m sorry. I don’t recognise you.” Cuddy brought her knees close towards her, as Wilson began to walk out of the room, and then break out into a fast paced stride.
*
House was lounging on his sofa at home, with a lone orange glow in the corner of his living room, coming from the lone lamp. His legs were crossed over each other, on haut, retour au début of the coffee table; a bottle of bière in one hand, remote control in the other.
His phone began to rang, but he left it; opting to be left alone on a Friday night. Then his cell phone began to vibrate on haut, retour au début of his coffee table, yet again, House left it. However, when his pager buzzed inside his pantalon pocket, he rolled his eyes before checking the message; Cuddy 911
Puzzled, and confused, House picked up his phone and dialled Wilson’s cell phone.
“Where the hell are you?” Wilson was sounding impatient, and was full of angst.
“Home, watching poker. Why, where are you?” House obviously didn’t want to know where, ou what he was doing, he was just about to hang up on him.
“I just visited Cuddy, her memory is deteriorating. Something went wrong during the procedure.” His face dropped, he showed plus concern about something he did wrong than about losing Cuddy.
“I’ll be there in ten.” House hung up his phone, and used his cane to turn off his television. He waited for a moment, before he grabbed his keys, and then his blazer.
*
House and Wilson were standing outside Cuddy’s room, looking through the large pane of glass at Cuddy, who was scared and worried; the moon providing the only light.
With an intrigued look on his face, it was the exact opposite to what Wilson’s face looked like; worried and afraid of the consequences for causing brain damage to his boss, let alone his friend.
“What are we going to do?” A sense of panic in his voice, Wilson looked at House for an answer.
“Good thing is, we did what most employees dream of doing.” Wilson looked at House in disbelief, the fact that he didn’t find this a tiny bit worrying, concerned Wilson.
“House. This is serious; if we don’t fix this, we could get fired, lose our licence. We didn’t even do the regular paperwork to have the procedure done! This is basically the worst thing that could have happened.”
House propped his chin on his cane, before turning to Wilson. “No. The worse thing that could happen is she’s dead.”
After stating a morbid fact, House entered Cuddy’s room, alone. Wilson preferred not to do anything that could make him feel even plus guilt ridden.
House stood at the haut, retour au début of Cuddy’s bed, and hung his cane on the edge. Cuddy turned and faced him, it seemed that she had moved from feeling scared and weak, to being on the defence and giving him daggers with her swollen eyes after not sleeping any longer than an hour.
“Your not a doctor are you?” Cuddy sat herself up, whilst House had a permanent smirk on his face.
“Just because I don’t wear the coat, doesn’t mean I don’t have the sheepskin.”
Cuddy, once again, pulled her knees up towards her face, a defensive position.
“I recognise your voice, but I can’t place toi anywhere.” House looked away for a moment, cleared his throat, before walking slowly towards her and pulled up a stool.
“Don’t come any closer, please.” Putting her hand up, placing a barrier between them, seemed to disconcert House slightly.
This was the perfect opportunity for House to go back in time, back when he first saw Cuddy in University. She didn’t know who he was, ou what he was like back then, and yet he made her feel at ease, and he knew that was what he could do to her back then. Times had changed, and Cuddy had learnt all of his tricks since becoming his boss; now he had to gain her trust once again, but this time not lose it like he has in the past.
“…I don’t know what’s going on, but all I do know is that I want to go home.” The anger was building within her voice, and House felt even plus uneasy as he had forgotten how feisty she was.
“Do toi know what an it is?” House asked a simple question hoping to garner some useful information.
“I don’t know.” Cuddy spoke in a frustrated, annoyed tone.
“Okay, what is the last thing toi remember?” House slowly pulled his chair closer towards her side, it seemed like an unconscious move, part of his emotional side wanted to get closer and felt empathy for her.
“Well, I woke-up exhausted and then I...asked for a Dr.Wilson, even though I had no idea who Dr.Wilson was. It was like my thoughts were breaking off and disappearing after every minute had passed.”
House’s eyes softened as he witnessed Cuddy going through a traumatic experience; and felt something sink deep inside, within himself.
“You shouldn’t cry anymore.” When House a dit this, he spoke in a quiet deep tone. Cuddy looked up at his face, “Thank you.” House and Cuddy shared a moment, they had there own unique way of communicating through their tender looks with their eyes. Something that Cuddy hadn’t forgotten.
House began to leave, but he felt the cold delicate hand of Cuddy’s softly grab his forearm. “Wait.” Her voice was filled with curiosity, as she practically dragged him towards her.
“Do we…did we have some kind of relationship?” House could see that Cuddy’s eyes were filled with a desire to know so she could piece the puzzle in her mind back together. All he could do was give a saddened and sorrow filled look down at her.
“You’re my boss, nothing plus than that.” Her hands loosened up, as House pulled his arm away slowly, hanging his head as he left.
“If toi don’t mind me saying, toi almost seem sad about that.” House stopped and turned back to face her and took a deep breath. Once again, Cuddy could understand him completely. Whilst Wilson carried on looking in, with a bemused look on his face, not knowing ou following what they were saying; their words were cryptic, just like their feelings for each other.
Feeling the haut, retour au début of her head, she closed her eyes and tried to recall House’s face. Someone she had spent so many years with as a boss, and potential lover. To her shock, she couldn’t remember his face. Even though it had only been a few hours since she last saw him, she couldn’t recall the conversation, only the feelings she had felt at that moment.
Panicking, she buzzed the nurse and asked for Dr.Wilson. However, the moment she asked for him, a look of confusion came across her face, as if she had no idea why she a dit that; who was Dr.Wilson?
Falling backwards onto the stacked pillows, she clung onto her bandaged head as if to hold it in place. Before she knew it, Wilson walked into her room; his relaxed face suddenly contorted into a look of worry and concern as he noticed her behaviour was abnormal.
“Cuddy?” Approaching her slowly, he reached for his light, before pausing as she noticed Cuddy flinch for a divisé, split second; was she afraid?
“I’m sorry. I don’t recognise you.” Cuddy brought her knees close towards her, as Wilson began to walk out of the room, and then break out into a fast paced stride.
*
House was lounging on his sofa at home, with a lone orange glow in the corner of his living room, coming from the lone lamp. His legs were crossed over each other, on haut, retour au début of the coffee table; a bottle of bière in one hand, remote control in the other.
His phone began to rang, but he left it; opting to be left alone on a Friday night. Then his cell phone began to vibrate on haut, retour au début of his coffee table, yet again, House left it. However, when his pager buzzed inside his pantalon pocket, he rolled his eyes before checking the message; Cuddy 911
Puzzled, and confused, House picked up his phone and dialled Wilson’s cell phone.
“Where the hell are you?” Wilson was sounding impatient, and was full of angst.
“Home, watching poker. Why, where are you?” House obviously didn’t want to know where, ou what he was doing, he was just about to hang up on him.
“I just visited Cuddy, her memory is deteriorating. Something went wrong during the procedure.” His face dropped, he showed plus concern about something he did wrong than about losing Cuddy.
“I’ll be there in ten.” House hung up his phone, and used his cane to turn off his television. He waited for a moment, before he grabbed his keys, and then his blazer.
*
House and Wilson were standing outside Cuddy’s room, looking through the large pane of glass at Cuddy, who was scared and worried; the moon providing the only light.
With an intrigued look on his face, it was the exact opposite to what Wilson’s face looked like; worried and afraid of the consequences for causing brain damage to his boss, let alone his friend.
“What are we going to do?” A sense of panic in his voice, Wilson looked at House for an answer.
“Good thing is, we did what most employees dream of doing.” Wilson looked at House in disbelief, the fact that he didn’t find this a tiny bit worrying, concerned Wilson.
“House. This is serious; if we don’t fix this, we could get fired, lose our licence. We didn’t even do the regular paperwork to have the procedure done! This is basically the worst thing that could have happened.”
House propped his chin on his cane, before turning to Wilson. “No. The worse thing that could happen is she’s dead.”
After stating a morbid fact, House entered Cuddy’s room, alone. Wilson preferred not to do anything that could make him feel even plus guilt ridden.
House stood at the haut, retour au début of Cuddy’s bed, and hung his cane on the edge. Cuddy turned and faced him, it seemed that she had moved from feeling scared and weak, to being on the defence and giving him daggers with her swollen eyes after not sleeping any longer than an hour.
“Your not a doctor are you?” Cuddy sat herself up, whilst House had a permanent smirk on his face.
“Just because I don’t wear the coat, doesn’t mean I don’t have the sheepskin.”
Cuddy, once again, pulled her knees up towards her face, a defensive position.
“I recognise your voice, but I can’t place toi anywhere.” House looked away for a moment, cleared his throat, before walking slowly towards her and pulled up a stool.
“Don’t come any closer, please.” Putting her hand up, placing a barrier between them, seemed to disconcert House slightly.
This was the perfect opportunity for House to go back in time, back when he first saw Cuddy in University. She didn’t know who he was, ou what he was like back then, and yet he made her feel at ease, and he knew that was what he could do to her back then. Times had changed, and Cuddy had learnt all of his tricks since becoming his boss; now he had to gain her trust once again, but this time not lose it like he has in the past.
“…I don’t know what’s going on, but all I do know is that I want to go home.” The anger was building within her voice, and House felt even plus uneasy as he had forgotten how feisty she was.
“Do toi know what an it is?” House asked a simple question hoping to garner some useful information.
“I don’t know.” Cuddy spoke in a frustrated, annoyed tone.
“Okay, what is the last thing toi remember?” House slowly pulled his chair closer towards her side, it seemed like an unconscious move, part of his emotional side wanted to get closer and felt empathy for her.
“Well, I woke-up exhausted and then I...asked for a Dr.Wilson, even though I had no idea who Dr.Wilson was. It was like my thoughts were breaking off and disappearing after every minute had passed.”
House’s eyes softened as he witnessed Cuddy going through a traumatic experience; and felt something sink deep inside, within himself.
“You shouldn’t cry anymore.” When House a dit this, he spoke in a quiet deep tone. Cuddy looked up at his face, “Thank you.” House and Cuddy shared a moment, they had there own unique way of communicating through their tender looks with their eyes. Something that Cuddy hadn’t forgotten.
House began to leave, but he felt the cold delicate hand of Cuddy’s softly grab his forearm. “Wait.” Her voice was filled with curiosity, as she practically dragged him towards her.
“Do we…did we have some kind of relationship?” House could see that Cuddy’s eyes were filled with a desire to know so she could piece the puzzle in her mind back together. All he could do was give a saddened and sorrow filled look down at her.
“You’re my boss, nothing plus than that.” Her hands loosened up, as House pulled his arm away slowly, hanging his head as he left.
“If toi don’t mind me saying, toi almost seem sad about that.” House stopped and turned back to face her and took a deep breath. Once again, Cuddy could understand him completely. Whilst Wilson carried on looking in, with a bemused look on his face, not knowing ou following what they were saying; their words were cryptic, just like their feelings for each other.
