Cuddy had gotten the 2 body-guards up and walking and they guarded Wilson like a hawk. House had put Wilson in a chemically induced coma. He would wake Wilson up in 4 days, this way House could make arrangements for Wilson to be helped and where he could stay because the hospital wouldn’t let a perfectly healthy man with a drug problem stay there forever. “What are you going to do about Wilson?” Cuddy asked. House had been laying on an empty hospital bed in the room right next Wilson’s. House sighed. “ I don’t know.” Cuddy sat on the edge of the bed. House looked at her and smiled. He motioned for her to lay down next to him. She laid down and felt House’s arm around her. She rolled over on to her side so that she was facing House. He tightened his grip on her as she rested her head and hand on his chest. “He’ll get better Greg. We’ll help him.” Cuddy said comforting House. House was glad to hear her call him Greg. “I know.” He said. There they lay. “You must be hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.” He suggested. “What time is it?” She asked. House looked at his watch. “2:30.” He said. “In the morning?” Cuddy asked. House nodded. Cuddy was dozing off to sleep. “I am hungry.” She mumbled closing her eyes. House rolled off the bed. Just as Cuddy was leaning forward to move she felt the warmth of House’s hands pick her up. “You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.” She said. House looked down at her. “Your obviously tired and hungry. It’s fine I’ll just carry you down to the cafeteria.” He said. Cuddy smiled and put her hand on his chest. House limped with Cuddy in his arms without a problem. If he was struggling her didn’t show it at all. The only problem he had was pushing the elevator button. The cafeteria was closed for the night and no one was in it. House turned the lights on and went behind the counter where the cafeteria staff worked. He sat Cuddy on the counter and turned on another light that lit up the whole kitchen. “This is probably illegal.” Cuddy said. House smiled. “I hate rules.” Cuddy giggled. House went over to the fridge and next to it he found a chefs hat. He put it on. “What would you like tonight Miss. Cuddy?” House asked in his best French chef accent. Cuddy smiled. “I would like the chefs special tonight please.” She said. “Ahhh. Grilled cheese it is.” House said grabbing the ingredients needed. Cuddy hopped down from her ‘seat’ and walked into the kitchen near House. House put a pan on the stovetop and brought over some cheese and bread an 2 knives. "“Would you like to cut some cheese?” House asked. Cuddy smiled and grabbed the cheese and a knife and started cutting as did House. Cuddy picked up a piece and threw it at House. The piece of cheese hit House in the cheek. Cuddy resumed cutting and tried to hide her laugh. “That was mature.” House said. He threw a piece back. It went down Cuddy’s shirt. House was smiling and tried not to laugh. “Uh! That went down my shirt.” She said. “I know.” House said in-between giggles. “Do you think that is funny?” She asked playfully. House smiled. “Kinda.” He said. Cuddy grabbed a handful of flour that was on one of the shelves and threw it at House. Cuddy covered her mouth and her smile and just stared at House. House stood there mouth open with flour all over his face and a slight smile creeping over him. “Really?” House asked. Cuddy smiled. “You bet ‘cha.” She said and stood with her hand on her hip. House grabbed a bowl of flour and took a handful and threw it at Cuddy. They were both covered in flour. Cuddy found another bowl and threw a handful at House. They ran around the kitchen throwing flour at eachother. When they ran out they found some more flour. They laughed each time they got hit. House had never been happier and neither had Cuddy. They didn’t ant this moment to end. After they used up all the flour in the kitchen they stopped and looked at eachother. They were covered with flour and they looked like ghosts. They both laughed at eachother. “You have a little something right there.” Cuddy said touching House’s arm. “So do you.” House said. They laughed at eachother. “Now I think this is illegal.” House said. Cuddy laughed and sat up on the edge of the counter. House limped in front of her. Cuddy put her flour cover hand on his cheek as House wrapped his arms around her waist. There they were covered in flour and having the time of their lives while their best friend was dying. They both felt bad but Wilson was going to get better. Cuddy leaned forward to kiss House. Their lips touched and House kissed back. They paused for a moment. “You taste like crap.” House said. Cuddy laughed. “So do you.” She said. They both smiled and resumed kissing. “Let’s finish making our food.” House said. Cuddy turned on the stovetop and House put slabs of cheese on bread and fried them up. The entire kitchen was covered with flour. They sat on the floor and propped themselves up to eat their food. “You’re a good cook Chef House.” Cuddy said. House smiled and reached up to wipe away some flour that was covering her big blue eyes. He noticed how when she was in a crappy mood or mad her eyes were gray-blue and when she was happy they were a blue. They finished their food and sat back down. House closed his eyes and felt Cuddy lay her head on his shoulder. He laid his arm across her hip and kissed her head. “Good-night Lisa.” He whispered. “Night Greg.” She whispered back and soon they were both asleep.
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Ruins
Once I was whole.
Then I bursted
painlessly
unconsciously
indifferently
but I did.
Now I stand in front
the ruins
of myself
and remain silent
in amazement.
A shadow on a wall
Without turning around
I know
it is you.
Why are you here?
Did you follow me?
Have you come here
to examine
the fruit of your labour?
And then I realize
you suffered
the same.
Both of us were not made
to win
in this game.
The shattered pieces
are not replaceable
not even
to be found.
So both of us
remain silent
and keep on
staring at the ground.