House made his way to Wilson’s apartment. He needed someone he could trust to bounce his ideas off of.
Wilson walked towards the door, and with an annoyed grunt, opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“I told her.” House walked past Wilson, and began pacing the apartment.
”That you knew?” Wilson closed the door, and sleepily walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I told her and, I didn’t know what to do, say, think.” House couldn’t believe he couldn’t think of any way to cope with it.
“And you woke me up at…four o’clock…to tell me this?” Wilson collapsed into the chair, while watching House carry on pacing. Mumbling to himself.
“What did she say?” House stopped and turned to face him.
“That she didn’t mind the idea of giving up the kid, if I wasn’t happy.” Wilson sat up, and was lost for words.
“Seriously?” House couldn’t believe it himself, had he completely missed how sensitive and self-sacrificing Cuddy was all this time?
“Wow. She must really hate the kid, or she really loves you.”
Wilson seemed to have summed it up in a matter of minutes.
“So I’m guessing this is all going to end up ugly?” Wilson rubbed his eyes, and yawned.
“I can see you care, very much.” Wilson stood up. “Get a goodnight’s sleep, take a Vicodin, do whatever you need to do. Just do it at home.”
Wilson turned the light off, before he hinted that House leave; and House did, still trying to figure the situation out in his head.
*
Cuddy came into work the next morning, and found House in her office. “How’d you get in?” House had his feet up on the desk, Cuddy walked cautiously towards him.
“One of the good things of being pregnant, you’re ass is getting bigger.” Cuddy put her hand on her hip and leant on the chair in front of her. House found it quite amusing.
“I admire the view.” House said with a smirk on his face. Feeling a confrontation coming on, House took his feet off the desk, and stood up to meet Cuddy face to face.
“Last I heard you had a job. Go do it.” Cuddy moved past him and sat down at her desk.
“Last I heard; you were a C cup. Things can change.” House made his way out, before he could open the door, he turned back towards her.
“You should check you’re drawer.” With that, House left, leaving Cuddy looking puzzled. Opening the drawer, she was surprised to find a blueberry muffin sitting there. She smiled softly, looking up and out of the office door.
Leaning back, she softly sighed with a smile on her face, caressing her growing bump. Was this unusual relationship, if you could call it that, actually working? Cuddy may not be living the family dream that she had always wanted, but she enjoyed the relationship they both shared; House was still an ass, Cuddy was still the boss, but whenever they joined at a crossroads; a conversation about the baby, or their feelings, they were nearly always on the same page…
Wilson walked towards the door, and with an annoyed grunt, opened the door. “What are you doing here?”
“I told her.” House walked past Wilson, and began pacing the apartment.
”That you knew?” Wilson closed the door, and sleepily walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I told her and, I didn’t know what to do, say, think.” House couldn’t believe he couldn’t think of any way to cope with it.
“And you woke me up at…four o’clock…to tell me this?” Wilson collapsed into the chair, while watching House carry on pacing. Mumbling to himself.
“What did she say?” House stopped and turned to face him.
“That she didn’t mind the idea of giving up the kid, if I wasn’t happy.” Wilson sat up, and was lost for words.
“Seriously?” House couldn’t believe it himself, had he completely missed how sensitive and self-sacrificing Cuddy was all this time?
“Wow. She must really hate the kid, or she really loves you.”
Wilson seemed to have summed it up in a matter of minutes.
“So I’m guessing this is all going to end up ugly?” Wilson rubbed his eyes, and yawned.
“I can see you care, very much.” Wilson stood up. “Get a goodnight’s sleep, take a Vicodin, do whatever you need to do. Just do it at home.”
Wilson turned the light off, before he hinted that House leave; and House did, still trying to figure the situation out in his head.
*
Cuddy came into work the next morning, and found House in her office. “How’d you get in?” House had his feet up on the desk, Cuddy walked cautiously towards him.
“One of the good things of being pregnant, you’re ass is getting bigger.” Cuddy put her hand on her hip and leant on the chair in front of her. House found it quite amusing.
“I admire the view.” House said with a smirk on his face. Feeling a confrontation coming on, House took his feet off the desk, and stood up to meet Cuddy face to face.
“Last I heard you had a job. Go do it.” Cuddy moved past him and sat down at her desk.
“Last I heard; you were a C cup. Things can change.” House made his way out, before he could open the door, he turned back towards her.
“You should check you’re drawer.” With that, House left, leaving Cuddy looking puzzled. Opening the drawer, she was surprised to find a blueberry muffin sitting there. She smiled softly, looking up and out of the office door.
Leaning back, she softly sighed with a smile on her face, caressing her growing bump. Was this unusual relationship, if you could call it that, actually working? Cuddy may not be living the family dream that she had always wanted, but she enjoyed the relationship they both shared; House was still an ass, Cuddy was still the boss, but whenever they joined at a crossroads; a conversation about the baby, or their feelings, they were nearly always on the same page…
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you 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 next 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 space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or 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 next 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 space of a horrible 24 hour detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hour or so like before.
Short and simple :)
