House had admitted Cuddy under his name into one of the rooms that was still available. Though she was in critical condition, it wasn't enough to put her into ICU.
It had been two hours since her cough attack in the office, and she was resting fast asleep in her room with of course, House standing by. He had been sitting at her bedside for the whole two hours she was there. He had pulled up a chair from the corner of the room, and sat close to her. Within those two hours, he had fallen asleep, head had dropped onto the giường as he was holding her hand. Eventually, she woke up, and saw him sleeping, with his head on her stomach. She smiled for a moment and then took her free hand, to run her fingers through his hair. After a few seconds, he rose up his head and looked around sleepily, grinding his teeth. And he looked towards Cuddy he was half smiling at him as he was coming to.
"Why are bạn still here."
"Why are bạn awake?"
"It's almost six."
"And your point being?"
"Go home. Get proper rest. Go take care of the baby."
"I don't have a home. I have an apartment. And your house. Those aren't homes, those are merely buildings created for living and shelter. And I've gotten all the rest I need. I'm picking her up at six."
"And bạn have to go trang chủ with her, and not drop her off at my moms' place."
"Actually I was planning to just, throw her in a dumpster. bạn know."
"Stay with her for me."
"I'm bringing her to my mom."
"Who lives fifteen to twenty phút away?"
"She's staying at my place. hoặc she will be at six."
"I don't want bạn staying here, twenty four/seven. bạn don't need to. I'm under perfect care."
"Who đã đưa ý kiến I need to."
She stopped fighting with him. She knew there was no point in arguing, as he had already made up his mind. They stood in silence for a while. They just stared at each other. He was inhaling and exhaling quick amounts of air, almost as if he were angry.
"I hate this."
"I know. bạn should go pick her up."
He sighed. He stood up, being careful of his leg, and found to his surprise they were still holding hands. He looked at her, sincerely, before bending down and giving her a kiss. It was the first real one they had in a long time. After he released, he kissed her on the forehead before taking off.
"I'll be back."
He wasn't certain why he đã đưa ý kiến this, for she knew he would. I guess, with the situation at hand, he felt the need to be reassuring. She gave a nod, and let go of his hand as he limped out of the room and out of her sight.
:::
6:24 p.m.
"She's sick mom."
House was back in his apartment sitting on the đi văng with Blythe as Rachel sat on her lap. Blythe was trying her best to process the news, but she couldn't.
"How sick, Greg."
"Lung cancer."
"Oh God."
"She's terminal."
"How long does she have?"
"A few months maybe. She's just--"
"I'm sorry honey."
She held her little boys' hand as they sat together on the couch. There was a long pause between them. The only sound that echoed through the apartment was Rachel, who was cooing and making spit noises. But eventually, House brought up the courage to ask what not many people could answer, and make the answer being something he believed in.
"I don't--uh. I don't know what to do."
"There's nothing bạn can do."
"Not like that. I don't, know what to do when she's gone."
"Well. bạn live your life."
She paused, and gave him a moment to think about that before continuing.
"When she's gone--you can mourn. bạn can grieve. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if bạn shed a few tears. But--you will need to di chuyển on. Not because bạn want to, hoặc because you've accepted--it, but because it's the right thing to do. Even though she's gone, she knows you. And I'm sure, that she doesn't want bạn wasting your life away because of this. It's the vòng tròn of life, hun. We're born, we live, we die. And life goes on."
"And what should I be saying to her?"
"You sound like such a Mất tích little boy. Asking all these các câu hỏi like bạn did when bạn were younger. There's no right hoặc wrong answer here, Greg. bạn have to trust yourself sometimes. bạn tell her, what bạn think bạn should be telling her. Tell her, bạn tình yêu her. That you'll be there. Don't let her see bạn grieving for the last moments of her life. She wants to see bạn happy, as I'm sure bạn would the same. Now get out of here. I got this little one covered."
He smiled at his mother and gave her a Kiss on the forehead for old times sake, and left, off to do something he's never done before.
It had been two hours since her cough attack in the office, and she was resting fast asleep in her room with of course, House standing by. He had been sitting at her bedside for the whole two hours she was there. He had pulled up a chair from the corner of the room, and sat close to her. Within those two hours, he had fallen asleep, head had dropped onto the giường as he was holding her hand. Eventually, she woke up, and saw him sleeping, with his head on her stomach. She smiled for a moment and then took her free hand, to run her fingers through his hair. After a few seconds, he rose up his head and looked around sleepily, grinding his teeth. And he looked towards Cuddy he was half smiling at him as he was coming to.
"Why are bạn still here."
"Why are bạn awake?"
"It's almost six."
"And your point being?"
"Go home. Get proper rest. Go take care of the baby."
"I don't have a home. I have an apartment. And your house. Those aren't homes, those are merely buildings created for living and shelter. And I've gotten all the rest I need. I'm picking her up at six."
"And bạn have to go trang chủ with her, and not drop her off at my moms' place."
"Actually I was planning to just, throw her in a dumpster. bạn know."
"Stay with her for me."
"I'm bringing her to my mom."
"Who lives fifteen to twenty phút away?"
"She's staying at my place. hoặc she will be at six."
"I don't want bạn staying here, twenty four/seven. bạn don't need to. I'm under perfect care."
"Who đã đưa ý kiến I need to."
She stopped fighting with him. She knew there was no point in arguing, as he had already made up his mind. They stood in silence for a while. They just stared at each other. He was inhaling and exhaling quick amounts of air, almost as if he were angry.
"I hate this."
"I know. bạn should go pick her up."
He sighed. He stood up, being careful of his leg, and found to his surprise they were still holding hands. He looked at her, sincerely, before bending down and giving her a kiss. It was the first real one they had in a long time. After he released, he kissed her on the forehead before taking off.
"I'll be back."
He wasn't certain why he đã đưa ý kiến this, for she knew he would. I guess, with the situation at hand, he felt the need to be reassuring. She gave a nod, and let go of his hand as he limped out of the room and out of her sight.
:::
6:24 p.m.
"She's sick mom."
House was back in his apartment sitting on the đi văng with Blythe as Rachel sat on her lap. Blythe was trying her best to process the news, but she couldn't.
"How sick, Greg."
"Lung cancer."
"Oh God."
"She's terminal."
"How long does she have?"
"A few months maybe. She's just--"
"I'm sorry honey."
She held her little boys' hand as they sat together on the couch. There was a long pause between them. The only sound that echoed through the apartment was Rachel, who was cooing and making spit noises. But eventually, House brought up the courage to ask what not many people could answer, and make the answer being something he believed in.
"I don't--uh. I don't know what to do."
"There's nothing bạn can do."
"Not like that. I don't, know what to do when she's gone."
"Well. bạn live your life."
She paused, and gave him a moment to think about that before continuing.
"When she's gone--you can mourn. bạn can grieve. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if bạn shed a few tears. But--you will need to di chuyển on. Not because bạn want to, hoặc because you've accepted--it, but because it's the right thing to do. Even though she's gone, she knows you. And I'm sure, that she doesn't want bạn wasting your life away because of this. It's the vòng tròn of life, hun. We're born, we live, we die. And life goes on."
"And what should I be saying to her?"
"You sound like such a Mất tích little boy. Asking all these các câu hỏi like bạn did when bạn were younger. There's no right hoặc wrong answer here, Greg. bạn have to trust yourself sometimes. bạn tell her, what bạn think bạn should be telling her. Tell her, bạn tình yêu her. That you'll be there. Don't let her see bạn grieving for the last moments of her life. She wants to see bạn happy, as I'm sure bạn would the same. Now get out of here. I got this little one covered."
He smiled at his mother and gave her a Kiss on the forehead for old times sake, and left, off to do something he's never done before.