Wilson and House were on the living room, they had watched how the paramedics took her away.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many các câu hỏi rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands tiếp theo to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are bạn gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time bạn could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He đã đưa ý kiến changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but bạn two were close, even thêm than I was with her.”
“Yet bạn cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House đã đưa ý kiến standing up, he was ready to go trang chủ and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when bạn two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. bạn need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an giờ ago. He sat down in her giường looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Mất tích thêm than half of his soul.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many các câu hỏi rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands tiếp theo to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are bạn gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time bạn could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He đã đưa ý kiến changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but bạn two were close, even thêm than I was with her.”
“Yet bạn cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House đã đưa ý kiến standing up, he was ready to go trang chủ and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when bạn two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. bạn need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an giờ ago. He sat down in her giường looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Mất tích thêm than half of his soul.
He looked...
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first bài viết on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what bạn think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure bạn know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could tình yêu you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do bạn expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure bạn know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could tình yêu you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do bạn expect?
