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~Chapter 2~
Cuddy waved half-heartedly at the few doctors and nurses who were finishing up at the clinic as she tried to focus on the steady ‘click, click, click’ of her shoes on the clean white floor. She knew if she stopped for one moment, she would have no choice but to think of House, and once again the tears will fall. She also knew that if the tears started falling, she wouldn’t be able to make them stop. There was no way that she would allow herself to become that vulnerable in her own hospital where House will surely find her. She absolutely did not want him to find her like that.
Cuddy made it to her car in the empty parking lot and fumbled with her car keys as she glanced at House’s motorcycle off in the distance. Her vision became blurry as she felt the unwanted ‘first tear’ slowly make its way down her cheek. She lifted a trembling hand to wipe it away, but she was too late. In just a few moments, she was sitting in her car and crying uncontrollably. Why do I love you so much when I know you don’t love me back? She thought to herself. Cuddy waited until she started to calm down, wiped her red-blood-shot eyes and started driving home.
~Back at PPTH~
House grabbed his backpack and looked out of his office window just in time to see his boss drive out of the parking lot. He glanced at his watch; it read 6:30pm. So, Cuddy wasn’t in her office. She doesn’t normally leave this early. OK, she never leaves this early. Is Wilson right? Should I – House winced – ask her…out? He shook is head at the thought. No, it would never work. He turned around and left his office, slowly walking towards the elevators. House wandered out of the hospital, and dry-swallowed a vicodin as he came up to his motorcycle. Maybe I should…no, it would never work out…but what if Wilson was right? House sat on his bike looking down at his black helmet that lay resting in his hands. Might as well give it a shot… House thought as he slowly put on his helmet and reluctantly rode off into the distance.
Lisa Cuddy was sitting in her living room in sweatpants and a t-shirt House had given her when they were in college. She was holding a red mug full of apple cider, but had not yet bothered tasting it. Instead she stared out her living room window, her mind drifting off into a world of its own.
House sped up as he came near his apartment, not wanting to chicken out when he had made up his mind. He was determined. He was going to ask Cuddy on a date. House smiled, I am going to ask Cuddy, on a date! He slowed down as he came towards her house, and then sped up again, if I don’t ask her now, I will never know, he thought to himself. He turned the corner only to see nothing. Literally. All he saw was one colour – black.
~Chapter 2~
Cuddy waved half-heartedly at the few doctors and nurses who were finishing up at the clinic as she tried to focus on the steady ‘click, click, click’ of her shoes on the clean white floor. She knew if she stopped for one moment, she would have no choice but to think of House, and once again the tears will fall. She also knew that if the tears started falling, she wouldn’t be able to make them stop. There was no way that she would allow herself to become that vulnerable in her own hospital where House will surely find her. She absolutely did not want him to find her like that.
Cuddy made it to her car in the empty parking lot and fumbled with her car keys as she glanced at House’s motorcycle off in the distance. Her vision became blurry as she felt the unwanted ‘first tear’ slowly make its way down her cheek. She lifted a trembling hand to wipe it away, but she was too late. In just a few moments, she was sitting in her car and crying uncontrollably. Why do I love you so much when I know you don’t love me back? She thought to herself. Cuddy waited until she started to calm down, wiped her red-blood-shot eyes and started driving home.
~Back at PPTH~
House grabbed his backpack and looked out of his office window just in time to see his boss drive out of the parking lot. He glanced at his watch; it read 6:30pm. So, Cuddy wasn’t in her office. She doesn’t normally leave this early. OK, she never leaves this early. Is Wilson right? Should I – House winced – ask her…out? He shook is head at the thought. No, it would never work. He turned around and left his office, slowly walking towards the elevators. House wandered out of the hospital, and dry-swallowed a vicodin as he came up to his motorcycle. Maybe I should…no, it would never work out…but what if Wilson was right? House sat on his bike looking down at his black helmet that lay resting in his hands. Might as well give it a shot… House thought as he slowly put on his helmet and reluctantly rode off into the distance.
Lisa Cuddy was sitting in her living room in sweatpants and a t-shirt House had given her when they were in college. She was holding a red mug full of apple cider, but had not yet bothered tasting it. Instead she stared out her living room window, her mind drifting off into a world of its own.
House sped up as he came near his apartment, not wanting to chicken out when he had made up his mind. He was determined. He was going to ask Cuddy on a date. House smiled, I am going to ask Cuddy, on a date! He slowed down as he came towards her house, and then sped up again, if I don’t ask her now, I will never know, he thought to himself. He turned the corner only to see nothing. Literally. All he saw was one colour – black.
