Previously:
Hugh sighed and looked at him and he apparently moved his head to look in the room again.
Hugh: Am I dead?
House looked at him, letting his eyes say things for awhile.

House: No…
Hugh took a deep breath and moved uneasily thinking the man with the cane beside him is making fun of his misery. House looked at him for awhile and looked phía trước, chuyển tiếp again.
House: But there’s something wrong with you…
Both of them looked at each other again.
House: You’re out of your body. ---- You’re a soul…
Hugh: bạn just đã đưa ý kiến I’m not ---- I can’t be JUST a soul… I have my family…
House: That’s...

this is the last chapter I had in word already so from now on the waiting time between chapters will be longer because I have yet to write the other chapters... just thought I'd give bạn the heads up.

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Watching you.

It was a strange thing, watching House sleep… where his blue eyes were not open to depict his misery, his mouth wasn’t open to deny it and the obvious tracks of it somehow vanished into the rhythm of his tranquil heart, he was another man:

The one that Wilson had met some time ago; seemingly in another...

so here it is... thanks again!

One step at a time.

He really did feel ashamed for spying… seriously, he did, but what else could he do? In his grief he had convinced House that he would willingly kill him if that meant he could have Amber back: why would House even let him in?

Because he was unable to tell Wilson off… maybe.

Wilson entered the office softly; it was empty save for the frightened soul he knew would be there.

“Hey, who are bạn talking to?” slow, soothing… carefully Wilson advanced further into the office.’

“No one here… not happening.” House squeezed his eyes shut....

Author’s Notes: Thanks guys!

Here’s your reward:


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Whispers.


House never thought himself able to panic: the purity of the emotion and the element of trust that went into a public display of fear were Mất tích on him.

But he could: There was no rationality involved where people panicked… no logic, no motive hoặc any other thing that House cherished: it made bạn lose control.

So House sat in his office: walls closing in on him, lungs refusing to expand… and as human as he would ever be: his mask was torn off his face,...

MINDLESS RAMBLING ABOUT HUDDY AND WHY I LIKE IT.
Disclaimer: This will not be an attack on Hilson hoặc Hameron. Though I don't ship them, I do respect those who do, and I won't try to change your opinion. :]

House/Cuddy is a constantly changing, complicated ship. And yet it is one of the simplest ones on the show. They are always either arguing over one thing hoặc another, whether it be a diagnosis hoặc (hehe) cable in Coma Guy's room. Honestly, I've never seen one consoling word between them, except for in Half-Wit:
"House, I'm so sorry."
"Forgot I was dying, huh?"
"I'm here, if bạn need me."
"I need...