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Cuddy: Do bạn want to talk about it?
(House look at his empty glass of scotch, and contemplated the talk he had with his hallucination of Amber.)
House: No, I do not want to, nor do I need to, talk about it
(Cuddy seemed fidgety, but moved from the chair to the coffee table. Sitting directly opposite from House.)
Cuddy: We’re all going through pain; Amber’s death and now Kutner’s death, it’s a lot for one person to take, especially if that person played a pivotal part in their lives. bạn made them who they were as doctors; not as human beings.
(House and Cuddy gave deep longing looks into each other eyes.)
Cuddy: I’ll help bạn up.
(Cuddy grabbed one arm, and helped him into bed.)
House: bạn better not be taking advantage.
(Cuddy smiled slightly, before she turned the lamp off on his bedside table.)
Cuddy: I’ll just be in the living room. Now get some sleep.
(Cuddy closed the door, before she grabbed a blanket from the long chair and wrapped it around herself; she kicked off her heels and lay down on the long chair before falling asleep.)
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House woke-up in a daze, the thumping headache along with his leg pain made him bite his bottom lip. Cuddy was still asleep, the sun shining on her body as it lay on the chair. House limped to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. After having his vòi hoa sen and changing into his sky blue áo sơ mi and black corduroy pants he stood at his bedroom doorway and watched Cuddy, who was still asleep, looking so peaceful.
House: Morning.
(Cuddy wiped her eyes, and turned over to see House just staring at her.)
Cuddy: Hey, what time is it?
House: Early, I would’ve stayed in giường ‘till lunch but my leg hurt. I’m surprised you’re still here.
Cuddy: I need to go.
(Cuddy stood up and brushed herself down, checking herself in the mirror.)
House: Why are bạn here?
(Cuddy hesitated for a moment, before turning back around to face him.)
Cuddy: I wasn’t going to leave you, passed out in your own vomit.
(Cuddy paused and smiled slightly.)
Cuddy: Your insomnia seems to have been cured.
House: bạn going to credit yourself for that?
(Cuddy walked over towards House.)
Cuddy: Well, if I hadn’t have been worried about you, and knocked on your door, bạn would probably still be drunk and still unable to sleep at night.
(Cuddy stood ever so close to House, that he began to tense up, whereas Cuddy was very relaxed and smiled sensually up at him.)
House: I am, sort of, still a little drunk.
(Cuddy smiled as House began to ease up.)
House: If that helps.
(Cuddy put her hands, underneath his jacket, and brought him in closer.)
House: Are bạn drunk too?
Cuddy: Just shut-up.
(They both leaned in to Kiss when--)
(Knock-Knock)
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To be continued.
Cuddy: Do bạn want to talk about it?
(House look at his empty glass of scotch, and contemplated the talk he had with his hallucination of Amber.)
House: No, I do not want to, nor do I need to, talk about it
(Cuddy seemed fidgety, but moved from the chair to the coffee table. Sitting directly opposite from House.)
Cuddy: We’re all going through pain; Amber’s death and now Kutner’s death, it’s a lot for one person to take, especially if that person played a pivotal part in their lives. bạn made them who they were as doctors; not as human beings.
(House and Cuddy gave deep longing looks into each other eyes.)
Cuddy: I’ll help bạn up.
(Cuddy grabbed one arm, and helped him into bed.)
House: bạn better not be taking advantage.
(Cuddy smiled slightly, before she turned the lamp off on his bedside table.)
Cuddy: I’ll just be in the living room. Now get some sleep.
(Cuddy closed the door, before she grabbed a blanket from the long chair and wrapped it around herself; she kicked off her heels and lay down on the long chair before falling asleep.)
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House woke-up in a daze, the thumping headache along with his leg pain made him bite his bottom lip. Cuddy was still asleep, the sun shining on her body as it lay on the chair. House limped to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. After having his vòi hoa sen and changing into his sky blue áo sơ mi and black corduroy pants he stood at his bedroom doorway and watched Cuddy, who was still asleep, looking so peaceful.
House: Morning.
(Cuddy wiped her eyes, and turned over to see House just staring at her.)
Cuddy: Hey, what time is it?
House: Early, I would’ve stayed in giường ‘till lunch but my leg hurt. I’m surprised you’re still here.
Cuddy: I need to go.
(Cuddy stood up and brushed herself down, checking herself in the mirror.)
House: Why are bạn here?
(Cuddy hesitated for a moment, before turning back around to face him.)
Cuddy: I wasn’t going to leave you, passed out in your own vomit.
(Cuddy paused and smiled slightly.)
Cuddy: Your insomnia seems to have been cured.
House: bạn going to credit yourself for that?
(Cuddy walked over towards House.)
Cuddy: Well, if I hadn’t have been worried about you, and knocked on your door, bạn would probably still be drunk and still unable to sleep at night.
(Cuddy stood ever so close to House, that he began to tense up, whereas Cuddy was very relaxed and smiled sensually up at him.)
House: I am, sort of, still a little drunk.
(Cuddy smiled as House began to ease up.)
House: If that helps.
(Cuddy put her hands, underneath his jacket, and brought him in closer.)
House: Are bạn drunk too?
Cuddy: Just shut-up.
(They both leaned in to Kiss when--)
(Knock-Knock)
--
To be continued.