Cuddy woke up early the next morning feeling nauseas. She slowly got up, trying not to let her jelly legs give way. She managed to make her way to the bathroom before leaning over the sink and then throwing up.
'Woah, wasn't expecting...oh no more...' she thought.
She couldn't understand why she was sick. She hadn't drank anything the previous night so she couldn't be hung over and she is practically (not 100% though) infertile.
House had rolled over to find the opposite side of the bed empty but then he also smelt the horrible smell of vomit.
"Cuddy?" he yelled "Are you okay?"
"I dun-" her sentence was interrupted by her vomiting again, but once she had ceased she spoke up, "I dunno what's wrong!"
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The pair rocked up to work that morning and went their separate ways. House had clinic duty (*sigh*) and Cuddy had meetings. However, during lunch Cuddy completely lost it at Dr's Taub, Kutner and 'Thirteen'.
Wilson walked in on this and thought Cuddy had been a bit too harsh on the team and he sent them on their ways.
Wilson took Cuddy to her office and sat down with her.
"What's up, Cuddy? You seem a little on edge," Wilson asked
"I don't know, okay!" she said with anger boiling up inside her
"See, look, there you go again!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I'd been acting different," her eyes became all teary "This morning I was throwing up and now I'm apparently having horrible mood swings!"
"Have you slept with anyone in the last month?"
"Are you making the assumtion that I'm pregnant!?"
"Just answer the question, Cuddy,"
"Yes,"
"Who?"
"That's none of your business, who"
"Okay then, but you are showing classic signs of pregnancy,"
TBC
again, i think this 1 was a little crappy too....
'Woah, wasn't expecting...oh no more...' she thought.
She couldn't understand why she was sick. She hadn't drank anything the previous night so she couldn't be hung over and she is practically (not 100% though) infertile.
House had rolled over to find the opposite side of the bed empty but then he also smelt the horrible smell of vomit.
"Cuddy?" he yelled "Are you okay?"
"I dun-" her sentence was interrupted by her vomiting again, but once she had ceased she spoke up, "I dunno what's wrong!"
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The pair rocked up to work that morning and went their separate ways. House had clinic duty (*sigh*) and Cuddy had meetings. However, during lunch Cuddy completely lost it at Dr's Taub, Kutner and 'Thirteen'.
Wilson walked in on this and thought Cuddy had been a bit too harsh on the team and he sent them on their ways.
Wilson took Cuddy to her office and sat down with her.
"What's up, Cuddy? You seem a little on edge," Wilson asked
"I don't know, okay!" she said with anger boiling up inside her
"See, look, there you go again!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I'd been acting different," her eyes became all teary "This morning I was throwing up and now I'm apparently having horrible mood swings!"
"Have you slept with anyone in the last month?"
"Are you making the assumtion that I'm pregnant!?"
"Just answer the question, Cuddy,"
"Yes,"
"Who?"
"That's none of your business, who"
"Okay then, but you are showing classic signs of pregnancy,"
TBC
again, i think this 1 was a little crappy too....
So...here is my work lol.
Hope you like it...and there aren't any mistakes in it.
Tomorrow
"Tomorrow" you tell me with a smile
Tomorrow everything will be different
Tomorrow everything will have changed
Tomorrow it will get better.
Tomorrow we will talk again
you tell me with a smile.
Tomorrow...
Everyday you tell me.
Tomorrow
But what if there won't be any tomorrow?
What if the world turns upside down?
What if I decide I'm sick of tomorrow
What if there won't be any tomorrow for me?
What if this is my last tomorrow?
What would you do?
Tomorrow is endlessly for me.
Time contains of tomorrows.
Everyday is a tomorrow.
What if I don't want to carry on like this?
What would you do?
But you just keep on smiling at me
and tell me the magic word
Tomorrow.
And both of us know
it will never happen...
because there are just too many tomorrows.