Cuddy was sitting on Wilson´s couch.
C: „So.. We can´t visit him first week?“
Wilson stopped wiriting and looked on her.
W: „No, without any contact with surrounding world.“
C: „Calls, letters.. Nothing?“
W: „Nothing at all.“
Cuddy stood up slowly. She looked into Wilson´s eyes. She was processing.
C: „I wanna to ask you.. Who has he seen?“
W: „You know.. Some people..“
C: „For example..?“
W: „Amber.. and Kutner..“ He started little blushing, but he hid his face into file of some patient.
C: „OK, so he´s seen dead people. It could be just delayed trauma from their death.“ She tryied to understand what caused hallucinations.
W: „But he saw one more person.. and she is still alive.“ He overcomed her presumption.
C: „She? Some prostitute?“ Cuddy looked little angrily, or rather jealously.
W: „No...“ He drawed a deep breath and stopped short, „he´s hallucinated you.“
C: „Wait.. Me? W-What..-“ Cuddy was quite confused.
W: „Nothing special, he has only seen you and a few other people.“
C: „When he said it to you?“
W: „While we were on the way to Mayfield.“
C: „And do you know.. what did I or caused or why me..?“
Wilson looked on Cuddy. He was thinking.
W: „House..“ he said slowly, “will tell you it. This is something what he should tell you himself.“
Cuddy looked on Wilson. She was searching for some clue, but Wilson wanted House to do it. After a minute of silence, Cuddy stopped try and slowly left Wilson´s office.
Wilson looked down on files of his patients on his table and started writing into them.
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A week. I can´t wait so long time.. I want to know it NOW. Stupid procedure. Maybe I can make it faster..
Cuddy smirked, took her address book and browsed names. She stopped on letter L. She looked on phone for a minute, but then she grabed it and started dial number written beside name "Lober".
„Hi Peter!“ said Cuddy and smiled. „How are you?“
Note - I don´t have much time, but next chapter will be as soon as possible (if you want, I know this is really stupid fic :D).
C: „So.. We can´t visit him first week?“
Wilson stopped wiriting and looked on her.
W: „No, without any contact with surrounding world.“
C: „Calls, letters.. Nothing?“
W: „Nothing at all.“
Cuddy stood up slowly. She looked into Wilson´s eyes. She was processing.
C: „I wanna to ask you.. Who has he seen?“
W: „You know.. Some people..“
C: „For example..?“
W: „Amber.. and Kutner..“ He started little blushing, but he hid his face into file of some patient.
C: „OK, so he´s seen dead people. It could be just delayed trauma from their death.“ She tryied to understand what caused hallucinations.
W: „But he saw one more person.. and she is still alive.“ He overcomed her presumption.
C: „She? Some prostitute?“ Cuddy looked little angrily, or rather jealously.
W: „No...“ He drawed a deep breath and stopped short, „he´s hallucinated you.“
C: „Wait.. Me? W-What..-“ Cuddy was quite confused.
W: „Nothing special, he has only seen you and a few other people.“
C: „When he said it to you?“
W: „While we were on the way to Mayfield.“
C: „And do you know.. what did I or caused or why me..?“
Wilson looked on Cuddy. He was thinking.
W: „House..“ he said slowly, “will tell you it. This is something what he should tell you himself.“
Cuddy looked on Wilson. She was searching for some clue, but Wilson wanted House to do it. After a minute of silence, Cuddy stopped try and slowly left Wilson´s office.
Wilson looked down on files of his patients on his table and started writing into them.
++
A week. I can´t wait so long time.. I want to know it NOW. Stupid procedure. Maybe I can make it faster..
Cuddy smirked, took her address book and browsed names. She stopped on letter L. She looked on phone for a minute, but then she grabed it and started dial number written beside name "Lober".
„Hi Peter!“ said Cuddy and smiled. „How are you?“
Note - I don´t have much time, but next chapter will be as soon as possible (if you want, I know this is really stupid fic :D).