Days went by. House woke up this morning, a little confused bởi himself. He got off of his giường and limbed into the bathroom. After he got a vòi hoa sen and took two pills of Vicodin, he went into his livingroom and sat down on his sofa. It felt like a little headache as his mind began to cicle around what happened the last time. He thought about the accident. Then he remembered his damaged motorbike and sighed loudly and painful. He nodded to himself and breathed deep as he closed his eyes and thought about Cuddy now. There was such this feeling of warmth again. He didn´t already saw her since he left the hospital. He pick up the phone, dialed her nummer, then stopped. A kind of fear crept over him. So I tell her that I tình yêu her, but she kept silent. God damn. He was annoyed bởi himself about those feelings he couldn´t really get out. Why are things so complicated?, he thought. He felt sad and painful and bemused. Took another pill of Vicodin and turned on the TV. Trying to forget about Cuddy but it didn´t work.
Suddenly he was interrupted bởi Wilson who opened the door and came into his livingroom. House got off of the sofa and gave him such an evil gaze. “What the hell Buddy?”, he sceamend with an angry shocked voice. “Wanna kill me this way?”
“Umm….no.”, Wilson đã đưa ý kiến surprisedly at his reaction. “Cuddy ordered me to have a look after you.”, he explained. House shooked his head and rolled his eyes as he sat down again.
“Are bạn ok House?”
House growled, stared at the TV and tried to ignore him.
“House?” Wilson sat down tiếp theo to him on the sofa.
“The key?…”
“Your spare key, remember? bạn gave me when you´re moved in this appartment.”
“Hmm,…”
“What is it?”
“I´m fine. Go away.”
“Cuddy said….”, before Wilson could finish the sentence House interrupted him sarcastically.
“What? Mommy send me a Babysitter?!”
“You´ve had an accident. You´re quite enervated and we both want to see about you. Taking the aftercare.”
“Just đã đưa ý kiến I´m fine. Bye.”
“I am far from believing it.”
They sat a while in silence, watched TV, when Wilson started talking again.
“Hungry?”
“No.”
“Thirsty?”
“No.”
“Anything else?”
“Where is she?”
“Who? Cuddy? Why?”
“Where is she?”
“Umm, don´t know….maybe doing some clinic duty or…paperwork. Why?”
House sighed, got off of the sofa and went into his kitchen. He opened a bottle of bia then limbed back. Wilson also got off, stopped him sitting down again.
“What is going on here?”, he asked and gave a seriously look at House.
“Nothing. Want some beer? Do it yourself, bạn know where.”
House responsed with a little frustrated sounding voice, while passing Wilson and sat down. Wilson frowned, as just someone knocked at the door. Wilson sighed and went to the door. He opened and smiled as he saw Cuddy standing there. “Well, I think I´ll leave now.”, he said. “Shift changeover, bye House.” Wilson went out as Cuddy went in. House got off of the sofa again, turned around, saw Cuddy standing in the doorway. Suddenly he felt a heart-throb and smiled as did she.
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Suddenly he was interrupted bởi Wilson who opened the door and came into his livingroom. House got off of the sofa and gave him such an evil gaze. “What the hell Buddy?”, he sceamend with an angry shocked voice. “Wanna kill me this way?”
“Umm….no.”, Wilson đã đưa ý kiến surprisedly at his reaction. “Cuddy ordered me to have a look after you.”, he explained. House shooked his head and rolled his eyes as he sat down again.
“Are bạn ok House?”
House growled, stared at the TV and tried to ignore him.
“House?” Wilson sat down tiếp theo to him on the sofa.
“The key?…”
“Your spare key, remember? bạn gave me when you´re moved in this appartment.”
“Hmm,…”
“What is it?”
“I´m fine. Go away.”
“Cuddy said….”, before Wilson could finish the sentence House interrupted him sarcastically.
“What? Mommy send me a Babysitter?!”
“You´ve had an accident. You´re quite enervated and we both want to see about you. Taking the aftercare.”
“Just đã đưa ý kiến I´m fine. Bye.”
“I am far from believing it.”
They sat a while in silence, watched TV, when Wilson started talking again.
“Hungry?”
“No.”
“Thirsty?”
“No.”
“Anything else?”
“Where is she?”
“Who? Cuddy? Why?”
“Where is she?”
“Umm, don´t know….maybe doing some clinic duty or…paperwork. Why?”
House sighed, got off of the sofa and went into his kitchen. He opened a bottle of bia then limbed back. Wilson also got off, stopped him sitting down again.
“What is going on here?”, he asked and gave a seriously look at House.
“Nothing. Want some beer? Do it yourself, bạn know where.”
House responsed with a little frustrated sounding voice, while passing Wilson and sat down. Wilson frowned, as just someone knocked at the door. Wilson sighed and went to the door. He opened and smiled as he saw Cuddy standing there. “Well, I think I´ll leave now.”, he said. “Shift changeover, bye House.” Wilson went out as Cuddy went in. House got off of the sofa again, turned around, saw Cuddy standing in the doorway. Suddenly he felt a heart-throb and smiled as did she.
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