A/N: So this crazy idea came over with all the seasons’ finale and my need to appear in House LOL. It has a Mary Sue because it’s needed but it won’t focus in her hoặc I don’t know if bạn have any ideas whom I might use from the series write it down… So basically it will focus in House and in his relationships but thêm in Huddy as always. And I post it over Fanfiction. net too.
Disclaimer: I just soooo wish I could own House to make this story real LOL. But I don’t and well if any song appears I don’t own it either…So ramble is over, let’s get reading…
“We need a crash cart!” Cuddy yelled as she pushed the stretcher where House laid. He was covered in blood, his leg was cut opened and his face was undistinguishable. The tiny pieces of glasses where still stuck all over his body.
Cuddy ran following the xe đẩy, giỏ hàng as they took him to the OR. The she stopped dead in her tracks, she felt something running up her spine and filling her tim, trái tim and mind with fear. She was scared of what had just happened.
She was speaking with House over the phone arguing with him as always and then she heard a crash. It was like if an atomic bomb had exploded and it had it was House’s car. She had called the xe cứu thương then and waited in the ER entrance still with her phone at hand. The phone still connected to House’s mobile.
She hadn’t had time to process it and there she was watching how all the doctors were over him. She had fear and pain inside her mind. Within her tim, trái tim there was just the awaitness of a deep grief, her tim, trái tim had prepared to mourn. She leaned over the frame and prepared herself for one of the longest nights.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
An giờ had passed since the arrival of the moribund man and Cuddy hadn’t left the frame. Her eyes red from all the crying and there was a hand over her shoulder. Wilson was there, even if he pretended to be the man in this moment he was as devastated as Cuddy.
“It will be Ok.” Wilson whispered not believing his words. Cuddy turned to face Wilson, he could notice the pain she was through.
“It’s my entire fault.” Her guilt wetting her cheeks.
“No it’s not.” Wilson đã đưa ý kiến trying to embrace her but she rejected his arms.
“He got distracted because of me yelling at him… And- and –“She broke in Wilson’s shoulder, he held her and completely understood her. After some phút she broke the hug and swept his tears. The Dean of Medicine was strong, no, she needed to pretend she was strong.
Wilson started developing theories, he didn’t believe it was Cuddy’s fault it obviously was House’s for not paying attention to the road. But after all Cuddy was the one who made him leave the hospital and she was the one that made him drive his car. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, he convinced his mind it wasn’t Cuddy’s fault and he felt a hand gripping his.
He shut open his eyes and noticed Chase walking towards them. Chase opened the doors and told the words as careful as he could. Chase’s mouth was soft but his words were so harsh they made Cuddy crumble into Wilson’s arms again. Her cries surprised everyone in the ER room but it didn’t matter anymore if she was the Dean of medicine nor who was the one to blame.
Nothing matters when bạn are to live the longest night.
Disclaimer: I just soooo wish I could own House to make this story real LOL. But I don’t and well if any song appears I don’t own it either…So ramble is over, let’s get reading…
“We need a crash cart!” Cuddy yelled as she pushed the stretcher where House laid. He was covered in blood, his leg was cut opened and his face was undistinguishable. The tiny pieces of glasses where still stuck all over his body.
Cuddy ran following the xe đẩy, giỏ hàng as they took him to the OR. The she stopped dead in her tracks, she felt something running up her spine and filling her tim, trái tim and mind with fear. She was scared of what had just happened.
She was speaking with House over the phone arguing with him as always and then she heard a crash. It was like if an atomic bomb had exploded and it had it was House’s car. She had called the xe cứu thương then and waited in the ER entrance still with her phone at hand. The phone still connected to House’s mobile.
She hadn’t had time to process it and there she was watching how all the doctors were over him. She had fear and pain inside her mind. Within her tim, trái tim there was just the awaitness of a deep grief, her tim, trái tim had prepared to mourn. She leaned over the frame and prepared herself for one of the longest nights.
HOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMDHOUSEMD
An giờ had passed since the arrival of the moribund man and Cuddy hadn’t left the frame. Her eyes red from all the crying and there was a hand over her shoulder. Wilson was there, even if he pretended to be the man in this moment he was as devastated as Cuddy.
“It will be Ok.” Wilson whispered not believing his words. Cuddy turned to face Wilson, he could notice the pain she was through.
“It’s my entire fault.” Her guilt wetting her cheeks.
“No it’s not.” Wilson đã đưa ý kiến trying to embrace her but she rejected his arms.
“He got distracted because of me yelling at him… And- and –“She broke in Wilson’s shoulder, he held her and completely understood her. After some phút she broke the hug and swept his tears. The Dean of Medicine was strong, no, she needed to pretend she was strong.
Wilson started developing theories, he didn’t believe it was Cuddy’s fault it obviously was House’s for not paying attention to the road. But after all Cuddy was the one who made him leave the hospital and she was the one that made him drive his car. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, he convinced his mind it wasn’t Cuddy’s fault and he felt a hand gripping his.
He shut open his eyes and noticed Chase walking towards them. Chase opened the doors and told the words as careful as he could. Chase’s mouth was soft but his words were so harsh they made Cuddy crumble into Wilson’s arms again. Her cries surprised everyone in the ER room but it didn’t matter anymore if she was the Dean of medicine nor who was the one to blame.
Nothing matters when bạn are to live the longest night.
Another Week went by.
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson hoặc Cuddy hoặc somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French bánh mì nướng and two hoặc three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the hát birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
bởi tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson hoặc Cuddy hoặc somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French bánh mì nướng and two hoặc three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the hát birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
bởi tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)
