The birds chirping outside, and the sun shining on her face, woke Cuddy up. The storm clouds had moved on, from Cuddy’s window as she turned on her side, she could see faint rainbow.
“House?” She called out to an empty room, when she looked at the clock on her bedside bàn she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature trái cam, màu da cam pill bottle, empty.
bởi the time Cuddy had woken up, House was already at home. He had changed clothes, and was slightly happier than usual once more. With a smirk on his face, he left his apartment for work.
Cuddy managed to get out of bed, and hopped into the shower. All she could think of was what happened last night, his hands softly caressing her as he kissed her neck. She couldn’t help but smile and break out into a spontaneous giggle. It was hard to remember that it was House she was getting bướm over, a man who was never true to himself about how he felt, someone who would cut anyone with a quick shot of sarcasm.
When Cuddy had dressed for work, she picked up the empty Vicodin bottle from her bedside table, and she held it in her hand. Her feelings were pushed to the back of her mind when it sunk in, that if she were ever to have a relationship with House. It wouldn’t just be the two of them; it’d be Cuddy, House and his addiction. Deep down, Cuddy knew that if push comes to shove House would choose Vicodin over her. Cuddy put the bottle in her pocket, before she left.
*
House, who was on a mission, stormed Wilson’s office. “I need a ‘script.” Wilson didn’t stop nghề viết văn on his patient’s chart.
“I said, I need a ‘script.” Wilson looked up; House was sitting un-patiently on the chair in front. “You don’t need another bottle of Vicodin. The one wrote for bạn last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, bạn can’t abuse this new thing with Cuddy and your Vicodin.” House turned back, and waited for Wilson to elaborate further.
“You feel happier when you’re with her, then once that passes bạn go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both bạn and Cuddy.”
“But bạn care thêm about her.” Wilson hesitated at House’s statement, before House left.
When he left Wilson’s office, Cuddy came out of the elevator at the same time.
“Good morning.” Cuddy found his higher than high happiness awkward to process. House entered the outer office, with his team handing him a file as he entered, Foreman looked on as Cuddy joined House at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the table.
“Our new patient was doing a sky dive, suffered momentary paralysis mid air but managed to land safely.” Thirteen and Taub stayed focused on the patient, but Foreman had other things on his mind.
“Why is Cuddy here?” Foreman, sitting on the opposite end of the table, asked with a curious look on his face.
“She’s finally được trao in to the magnetism.” House smirked at the inside joke, whilst Cuddy tried to distance herself from it.
“Actually, I’m here because I can be here.” Cuddy gave a stern look at Foreman, who took the hint and backed away.
“So I’m guessing bạn should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before bạn dissect me and my woman.” House turned and walked into his office. Cuddy had to give a pissed off look to divert their attention from the obvious, even though House’s words were laced in sarcasm.
House put his backpack on the ground before sitting at his desk. Cuddy followed, and took the empty Vicodin bottle out of her áo khoác pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my bàn this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was được trao to bạn four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain bạn are going through, hoặc you’re taking a hell of a lot thêm than usual.”
“Tolerance. It’s getting higher.” House seemed genuinely honest about it, but Cuddy didn’t want her emotions to get in the way of her lecture, since she was protecting House.
“I want bạn to reduce how many bạn take.” Cuddy stood her ground; her determination to help House gain control over his addiction was her main priority.
“You’re not happy with who I am? Then that’s you’re problem, don’t make it mine.”
“I couldn’t care less who hoặc what bạn are…right now, bạn don’t have any control over you’re doses. bạn need to understand the consequences.”
House waited, Cuddy stood anxiously waiting for his retort.
“I would know if I Mất tích control. So if that’s all bạn have to say, then bạn can leave.”
House broke off the conversation; Cuddy shook her head in disappointment before she left. House turned back to watch her leave, with a look of frustration at himself. Glancing at the empty pill bottle in front of him, he reached for his secret stash and swallowed the two pills. He had Mất tích control, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him admit it, not even to himself.
“House?” She called out to an empty room, when she looked at the clock on her bedside bàn she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature trái cam, màu da cam pill bottle, empty.
bởi the time Cuddy had woken up, House was already at home. He had changed clothes, and was slightly happier than usual once more. With a smirk on his face, he left his apartment for work.
Cuddy managed to get out of bed, and hopped into the shower. All she could think of was what happened last night, his hands softly caressing her as he kissed her neck. She couldn’t help but smile and break out into a spontaneous giggle. It was hard to remember that it was House she was getting bướm over, a man who was never true to himself about how he felt, someone who would cut anyone with a quick shot of sarcasm.
When Cuddy had dressed for work, she picked up the empty Vicodin bottle from her bedside table, and she held it in her hand. Her feelings were pushed to the back of her mind when it sunk in, that if she were ever to have a relationship with House. It wouldn’t just be the two of them; it’d be Cuddy, House and his addiction. Deep down, Cuddy knew that if push comes to shove House would choose Vicodin over her. Cuddy put the bottle in her pocket, before she left.
*
House, who was on a mission, stormed Wilson’s office. “I need a ‘script.” Wilson didn’t stop nghề viết văn on his patient’s chart.
“I said, I need a ‘script.” Wilson looked up; House was sitting un-patiently on the chair in front. “You don’t need another bottle of Vicodin. The one wrote for bạn last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, bạn can’t abuse this new thing with Cuddy and your Vicodin.” House turned back, and waited for Wilson to elaborate further.
“You feel happier when you’re with her, then once that passes bạn go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both bạn and Cuddy.”
“But bạn care thêm about her.” Wilson hesitated at House’s statement, before House left.
When he left Wilson’s office, Cuddy came out of the elevator at the same time.
“Good morning.” Cuddy found his higher than high happiness awkward to process. House entered the outer office, with his team handing him a file as he entered, Foreman looked on as Cuddy joined House at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the table.
“Our new patient was doing a sky dive, suffered momentary paralysis mid air but managed to land safely.” Thirteen and Taub stayed focused on the patient, but Foreman had other things on his mind.
“Why is Cuddy here?” Foreman, sitting on the opposite end of the table, asked with a curious look on his face.
“She’s finally được trao in to the magnetism.” House smirked at the inside joke, whilst Cuddy tried to distance herself from it.
“Actually, I’m here because I can be here.” Cuddy gave a stern look at Foreman, who took the hint and backed away.
“So I’m guessing bạn should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before bạn dissect me and my woman.” House turned and walked into his office. Cuddy had to give a pissed off look to divert their attention from the obvious, even though House’s words were laced in sarcasm.
House put his backpack on the ground before sitting at his desk. Cuddy followed, and took the empty Vicodin bottle out of her áo khoác pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my bàn this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was được trao to bạn four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain bạn are going through, hoặc you’re taking a hell of a lot thêm than usual.”
“Tolerance. It’s getting higher.” House seemed genuinely honest about it, but Cuddy didn’t want her emotions to get in the way of her lecture, since she was protecting House.
“I want bạn to reduce how many bạn take.” Cuddy stood her ground; her determination to help House gain control over his addiction was her main priority.
“You’re not happy with who I am? Then that’s you’re problem, don’t make it mine.”
“I couldn’t care less who hoặc what bạn are…right now, bạn don’t have any control over you’re doses. bạn need to understand the consequences.”
House waited, Cuddy stood anxiously waiting for his retort.
“I would know if I Mất tích control. So if that’s all bạn have to say, then bạn can leave.”
House broke off the conversation; Cuddy shook her head in disappointment before she left. House turned back to watch her leave, with a look of frustration at himself. Glancing at the empty pill bottle in front of him, he reached for his secret stash and swallowed the two pills. He had Mất tích control, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him admit it, not even to himself.
