When House fell asleep Cuddy and Wilson Went into the livingroom and Cuddy treated to Wilson's bloddy nose.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do you think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are you okay?"Cuddy said as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask you something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" You don't know?Do you know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but you call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do you remember this man's name?" she said pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she said with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask you something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No you are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and you need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do you think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are you okay?"Cuddy said as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask you something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" You don't know?Do you know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but you call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do you remember this man's name?" she said pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she said with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask you something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No you are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and you need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
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.