After a few classes, she had begun to take a keen interest in Endocrinology, much to her surprise. Her plan was simple; to go and find Gregory House, not to be interested in this profession. But, she was. Cuddy began listening plus and plus to the professor, and less of Gregory House, also much to her surprise. Though, she still spoke to him, no matter what.
“Pssssst.” He whispered to her.
Her eyes were fixated on the front of the room, trying to take notes. Without looking at him, she spoke.
“What?” Annoyance was clearly in her voice.
“I need five bucks.”
“This can wait.” She still never looked at him, her eyes and left hand to busy hurriedly taking notes.
“No, it can’t. Come on, five bucks. Please, mommy?”
“Since toi asked so nicely; No.”
“I was going to donate it to charity.”
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
”No, toi weren’t, toi were going to donate it to the vendor machine in the hall.”
“Potato, potato. Five bucks?”
“I’m busy. Ask someone else who cares that you’re starving.”
“You don’t care? Don’t answer that, I know the answer.”
“Good. Saves me from having to lie.”
He smirked, and studied her for a minute. Her curly dark brunette hair settled right at her breasts. The haut, retour au début of hair was parted to the left side, and teased. Foundation, mascara, and eye liner were the only make up supplements she wore. Lisa Cuddy was absolutely beautiful. The shape of her body had to make men drop over dead, she was the definition of a true woman. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his senses.
“What the hell are toi staring at?” She asked, finally turning to look at him.
“Cold, huh?”
He nodded his head downwards.
She uncomfortably folded her arms.
“Quit looking.”
“When girls have nipples the size of ping pong balls, it’s kinda hard not to.”
“I do not!” She a dit in an angry hushed voice.
“Oh, my bad, the size of golf balls.”
“You sure you’re not getting my nipples confused with your testicles?”
“If I were referring to my testes, I would refer to them as Greggie and Greggor.”
“..You name your testicles?”
“Mmhmm. And, for something else in my pants, his name is Gregstor.”
Cuddy shook her head in disgust, and began taking notes, yet again.
House cleared his throat, trying to get her attention again.
“What now?” She didn’t look at him.
“Are toi going to that party tonight?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I have to study, unlike you, I care about my grades.”
“That really upsets me. That toi feel that way about me, toi know.”
He pretended to wipe a non existent tear from the bottom of his eye. She, then in turn, rolled her eyes, and tried to listen to the professor.
“Pssssst.” He whispered to her.
Her eyes were fixated on the front of the room, trying to take notes. Without looking at him, she spoke.
“What?” Annoyance was clearly in her voice.
“I need five bucks.”
“This can wait.” She still never looked at him, her eyes and left hand to busy hurriedly taking notes.
“No, it can’t. Come on, five bucks. Please, mommy?”
“Since toi asked so nicely; No.”
“I was going to donate it to charity.”
A soft laugh escaped her lips.
”No, toi weren’t, toi were going to donate it to the vendor machine in the hall.”
“Potato, potato. Five bucks?”
“I’m busy. Ask someone else who cares that you’re starving.”
“You don’t care? Don’t answer that, I know the answer.”
“Good. Saves me from having to lie.”
He smirked, and studied her for a minute. Her curly dark brunette hair settled right at her breasts. The haut, retour au début of hair was parted to the left side, and teased. Foundation, mascara, and eye liner were the only make up supplements she wore. Lisa Cuddy was absolutely beautiful. The shape of her body had to make men drop over dead, she was the definition of a true woman. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his senses.
“What the hell are toi staring at?” She asked, finally turning to look at him.
“Cold, huh?”
He nodded his head downwards.
She uncomfortably folded her arms.
“Quit looking.”
“When girls have nipples the size of ping pong balls, it’s kinda hard not to.”
“I do not!” She a dit in an angry hushed voice.
“Oh, my bad, the size of golf balls.”
“You sure you’re not getting my nipples confused with your testicles?”
“If I were referring to my testes, I would refer to them as Greggie and Greggor.”
“..You name your testicles?”
“Mmhmm. And, for something else in my pants, his name is Gregstor.”
Cuddy shook her head in disgust, and began taking notes, yet again.
House cleared his throat, trying to get her attention again.
“What now?” She didn’t look at him.
“Are toi going to that party tonight?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I have to study, unlike you, I care about my grades.”
“That really upsets me. That toi feel that way about me, toi know.”
He pretended to wipe a non existent tear from the bottom of his eye. She, then in turn, rolled her eyes, and tried to listen to the professor.
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 :)
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Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
