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Cuddy: I tried to remember the last time I had a conversation with Kutner, and I realised that, I can’t. It’s just hard, knowing that we can’t prepare for something like this.
(House looked at Cuddy as she held back her tears.)
House: I know.
(Cuddy looked over at House, before she sat tiếp theo to him on the sofa.)
Cuddy: Is that the only reason bạn came here?
(House looked down at Cuddy, before she grasped his hand loosely and curled up tiếp theo to him with her head resting on his arm and a tear rolled down her cheek.)
--
It was the tiếp theo morning, and Cuddy woke-up just as the sun rose. Rachel was crying in the background. As Cuddy sat up, she was startled bởi House’s leather áo khoác hitting the floor. Cuddy brushed her hair back off of her face, before going into Rachel’s room to calm her down.
--
Meanwhile… Wilson walked into his office, to find House sitting in his chair.
Wilson: What’re bạn doing here? At…8:30?
House: This was the most least distracting place in walking distance.
Wilson: bạn didn’t want to be distracted, doing what?
House: I needed to think.
Wilson: Think about what? What colour to paint your walls? How bạn haven’t had a good night’s sleep in two weeks?
House: I haven’t had any sleep.
(House moved and lay down on the sofa, whilst Wilson sat down in the chair.)
Wilson: bạn need to sleep. bạn can’t be a doctor whilst you’re suffering from self-induced insomnia.
House: Self-induced?
Wilson: You’re grieving bởi punishing yourself mentally, which in turn is hurting bạn physically.
(House sat up and began to rub his leg. Without sleep, he had spent everyday in constant pain.)
Wilson: You’re purposely making it harder to solve the puzzles. Do bạn feel guilty?
House: I should have noticed something, but I didn’t.
(Wilson started to get impatient, and smirked slightly.)
Wilson: Wait a second. bạn feel guilty about something bạn played no part in, but not guilty about-
(House looked up at Wilson, his face looked surprised.)
House: Killing Amber.
(House got up and left, leaving Wilson disappointed in himself.)
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House was sitting behind his bàn in his office, when Cuddy came in with his leather jacket.
Cuddy: bạn left it behind, last night.
House: Thanks.
(Cuddy sat down on the chair in front.)
Cuddy: Thank you, for last night. bạn didn’t have to-
(Cuddy noticed House looked thêm miserable and depressed than usual.)
Cuddy: Are bạn ok?
House: Wilson would rather me feel guilty and suffer because of Amber, than Kutner.
Cuddy: Didn’t bạn sort that out long ago?
House: He obviously didn’t.
Cuddy: What are bạn going to do?
House: I’m going home.
(House grabbed his leather jack from Cuddy’s lap, and left.)
--
Cuddy was in her office, when Wilson walked in.
Wilson: bạn paged me?
Cuddy: I wanted to talk to bạn about House.
(Wilson sat down and had a look of regret on his face.)
Cuddy: Why did bạn bring Amber up? It can’t be healthy, for either of you.
Wilson: It just came out. Why does he feel guilty for Kutner’s death but not Amber’s?
(Cuddy looked distressed.)
Cuddy: So telling someone, who is known for being their own worst enemy, that they should feel guilty is a good thing?
Wilson: Where is he now?
Cuddy: He went home.
(Wilson stood there in silence.)
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Meanwhile… House was at home; the curtains were drawn and he had finished nearly half a bottle of scotch. House put his glass on the bàn in front of him before he sat back on the sofa.
Amber: Still can’t sleep?
To be continued.
Cuddy: I tried to remember the last time I had a conversation with Kutner, and I realised that, I can’t. It’s just hard, knowing that we can’t prepare for something like this.
(House looked at Cuddy as she held back her tears.)
House: I know.
(Cuddy looked over at House, before she sat tiếp theo to him on the sofa.)
Cuddy: Is that the only reason bạn came here?
(House looked down at Cuddy, before she grasped his hand loosely and curled up tiếp theo to him with her head resting on his arm and a tear rolled down her cheek.)
--
It was the tiếp theo morning, and Cuddy woke-up just as the sun rose. Rachel was crying in the background. As Cuddy sat up, she was startled bởi House’s leather áo khoác hitting the floor. Cuddy brushed her hair back off of her face, before going into Rachel’s room to calm her down.
--
Meanwhile… Wilson walked into his office, to find House sitting in his chair.
Wilson: What’re bạn doing here? At…8:30?
House: This was the most least distracting place in walking distance.
Wilson: bạn didn’t want to be distracted, doing what?
House: I needed to think.
Wilson: Think about what? What colour to paint your walls? How bạn haven’t had a good night’s sleep in two weeks?
House: I haven’t had any sleep.
(House moved and lay down on the sofa, whilst Wilson sat down in the chair.)
Wilson: bạn need to sleep. bạn can’t be a doctor whilst you’re suffering from self-induced insomnia.
House: Self-induced?
Wilson: You’re grieving bởi punishing yourself mentally, which in turn is hurting bạn physically.
(House sat up and began to rub his leg. Without sleep, he had spent everyday in constant pain.)
Wilson: You’re purposely making it harder to solve the puzzles. Do bạn feel guilty?
House: I should have noticed something, but I didn’t.
(Wilson started to get impatient, and smirked slightly.)
Wilson: Wait a second. bạn feel guilty about something bạn played no part in, but not guilty about-
(House looked up at Wilson, his face looked surprised.)
House: Killing Amber.
(House got up and left, leaving Wilson disappointed in himself.)
--
House was sitting behind his bàn in his office, when Cuddy came in with his leather jacket.
Cuddy: bạn left it behind, last night.
House: Thanks.
(Cuddy sat down on the chair in front.)
Cuddy: Thank you, for last night. bạn didn’t have to-
(Cuddy noticed House looked thêm miserable and depressed than usual.)
Cuddy: Are bạn ok?
House: Wilson would rather me feel guilty and suffer because of Amber, than Kutner.
Cuddy: Didn’t bạn sort that out long ago?
House: He obviously didn’t.
Cuddy: What are bạn going to do?
House: I’m going home.
(House grabbed his leather jack from Cuddy’s lap, and left.)
--
Cuddy was in her office, when Wilson walked in.
Wilson: bạn paged me?
Cuddy: I wanted to talk to bạn about House.
(Wilson sat down and had a look of regret on his face.)
Cuddy: Why did bạn bring Amber up? It can’t be healthy, for either of you.
Wilson: It just came out. Why does he feel guilty for Kutner’s death but not Amber’s?
(Cuddy looked distressed.)
Cuddy: So telling someone, who is known for being their own worst enemy, that they should feel guilty is a good thing?
Wilson: Where is he now?
Cuddy: He went home.
(Wilson stood there in silence.)
--
Meanwhile… House was at home; the curtains were drawn and he had finished nearly half a bottle of scotch. House put his glass on the bàn in front of him before he sat back on the sofa.
Amber: Still can’t sleep?
To be continued.