Cuddy was in her office; she was frustrated that she didn’t know what was going on, she sat trying to continue her everyday duties whilst Wilson did the MRI on House. She sat up when she heard Wilson enter with the scans in his hand.
“Tell me, is it bad?” Wilson stood opposite her, as he handed her the images. “It doesn’t look permanent. Just some small legions to his retinal area, no long-term damage to that hoặc his brain; visual and cognitive areas are functioning.”
Cuddy smiled, “Thank God.” Wilson smiled with her, Cuddy handed him back the images, “I will keep him in for another night.” Cuddy spoke with a sense of relief, and exhaled releasing all her woes within that long breath.
“Do bạn want me to take him home?” Wilson knew what her answer would be, but wanted her to come to that realisation herself.
“No, I can take him back.” Wilson nodded, before he left. Cuddy didn’t think of anything else she could do, but tell House the good news.
*
House’s head moved slightly when he heard the doors of ICU open. Cuddy approached slowly, her heels resonating within House’s mind, the smell of strawberries making him smile slightly.
“I have good news.” House noticed the uplifting tone in her voice, “You’re standing there naked.” When he heard her laugh softly, he relaxed. “Your results came in clean, it’s nothing permanent; your sight should come back in a few days.” House’s eyes were bound with gauze, to protect them from further damage. Cuddy grasped the fingers of his right hand, which is when he clutched his fingers around hers also.
“I want to keep bạn in over night, then I’ll take bạn home.” Cuddy smiled, she felt no tường between the two of them, either it was the waiting game she had played with him over the past few days, hoặc they were connecting on an emotional level.
“What about Wilson?” Cuddy tensed up, which House could feel in her fingers. “He offered to, but he has patients. The truth is that I wanted to be here for bạn this time.” House knew her voice was genuine; and he rewarded that honesty with his hand expanding, and taking hold of her whole hand.
Cuddy began to walk away, releasing her grip on his hand, when House called her back. “Wait.” Cuddy stopped, and turned around. “What is it?” Cuddy’s voice was full of anticipation, for him to ask her to stay with him longer. “…Nothing.” He had Mất tích his nerve, and she bowed her head and walked out. The sound of the ICU doors closing hit House hard.
*
House had spent his final night in ICU, and welcomed the footsteps of a man, a man he knew as Wilson. “Are bạn awake?” Wilson stood beside House, “So bạn finally left your dying patient’s to visit the crippled blind man.” House pulled himself up, so he was sitting. “You’re not blind forever, just for a ngày hoặc two. I’m here to get bạn out of bed, and back home.”
“I thought bạn were to busy to help me get home?” Wilson held House’s arm, as he helped House sit on the edge of the bed. “Well, I am, but it’s the least I could do.” House didn’t want to give away his disappointment of not having Cuddy help him, but was happy that Wilson was here too. After House was changed, and ready to leave, Wilson sat him in the wheelchair, handing him his cane on his lap.
Wilson pulled up outside House’s apartment, and helped House into it, and sitting him on the sofa.
“Are bạn okay? If I go, bạn won’t fall over, although it would be fun to watch.” Wilson watched as House lay down on his sofa. “I need the peace and quiet.” House folded his arms as he tried to sleep. “You’re sure?” The silence from House indicated that House was, so Wilson left. He had patients in need of seeing him, and knew House could look after himself.
*
Time had passed, it was around six o’clock in the evening, and House was stirring just after his long sleep. He awoke to the sound of his door lock opening ever so softly. He moved his head, trying to catch another sound that would tell him what was going on.
“Who’s there?” His strong dominant low tone of voice would scare anyone away, but this silent cat kept on walking slowly towards him.
The first touch on his arm, gave House a slight chill; his hair on his arms pricked up. The touch carried on up his arm, and reached his neck, where it stopped.
“Who is this?” His voice was now lower, and thêm inviting. “Me.” The voice was Cuddy’s; House knew this and smiled slightly.
“What are bạn doing?” House asked with a sense of a flirtatious tone in his voice. “Checking your pulse. It’s faster than normal.” Cuddy’s voice was slightly thêm serious; House continued to smile. “What do bạn expect, bạn basically broke into my trang chủ and felt me up. I feel so used.” House felt the warm breath on his neck, as she laughed softly. “I made sure I finished early, so I could come and help you.” House was slightly puzzled. “Why?” Cuddy’s soft hands left his neck, as she sat on the coffee table. “I am your doctor House. I wanted to make sure bạn were okay.” House enjoyed the fact that she cared about him. “Would bạn like a drink hoặc something?” Cuddy sounded sincere, as she stood back up. “Not really, thêm of the touching would be nice though.” Cuddy smirked, and made her way to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to make herself a cup of ginger tea.
“I’m only here as your doctor House.” House wasn’t too sure she truly believed that, as he noticed her voice was full of uncertainty…
“Tell me, is it bad?” Wilson stood opposite her, as he handed her the images. “It doesn’t look permanent. Just some small legions to his retinal area, no long-term damage to that hoặc his brain; visual and cognitive areas are functioning.”
Cuddy smiled, “Thank God.” Wilson smiled with her, Cuddy handed him back the images, “I will keep him in for another night.” Cuddy spoke with a sense of relief, and exhaled releasing all her woes within that long breath.
“Do bạn want me to take him home?” Wilson knew what her answer would be, but wanted her to come to that realisation herself.
“No, I can take him back.” Wilson nodded, before he left. Cuddy didn’t think of anything else she could do, but tell House the good news.
*
House’s head moved slightly when he heard the doors of ICU open. Cuddy approached slowly, her heels resonating within House’s mind, the smell of strawberries making him smile slightly.
“I have good news.” House noticed the uplifting tone in her voice, “You’re standing there naked.” When he heard her laugh softly, he relaxed. “Your results came in clean, it’s nothing permanent; your sight should come back in a few days.” House’s eyes were bound with gauze, to protect them from further damage. Cuddy grasped the fingers of his right hand, which is when he clutched his fingers around hers also.
“I want to keep bạn in over night, then I’ll take bạn home.” Cuddy smiled, she felt no tường between the two of them, either it was the waiting game she had played with him over the past few days, hoặc they were connecting on an emotional level.
“What about Wilson?” Cuddy tensed up, which House could feel in her fingers. “He offered to, but he has patients. The truth is that I wanted to be here for bạn this time.” House knew her voice was genuine; and he rewarded that honesty with his hand expanding, and taking hold of her whole hand.
Cuddy began to walk away, releasing her grip on his hand, when House called her back. “Wait.” Cuddy stopped, and turned around. “What is it?” Cuddy’s voice was full of anticipation, for him to ask her to stay with him longer. “…Nothing.” He had Mất tích his nerve, and she bowed her head and walked out. The sound of the ICU doors closing hit House hard.
*
House had spent his final night in ICU, and welcomed the footsteps of a man, a man he knew as Wilson. “Are bạn awake?” Wilson stood beside House, “So bạn finally left your dying patient’s to visit the crippled blind man.” House pulled himself up, so he was sitting. “You’re not blind forever, just for a ngày hoặc two. I’m here to get bạn out of bed, and back home.”
“I thought bạn were to busy to help me get home?” Wilson held House’s arm, as he helped House sit on the edge of the bed. “Well, I am, but it’s the least I could do.” House didn’t want to give away his disappointment of not having Cuddy help him, but was happy that Wilson was here too. After House was changed, and ready to leave, Wilson sat him in the wheelchair, handing him his cane on his lap.
Wilson pulled up outside House’s apartment, and helped House into it, and sitting him on the sofa.
“Are bạn okay? If I go, bạn won’t fall over, although it would be fun to watch.” Wilson watched as House lay down on his sofa. “I need the peace and quiet.” House folded his arms as he tried to sleep. “You’re sure?” The silence from House indicated that House was, so Wilson left. He had patients in need of seeing him, and knew House could look after himself.
*
Time had passed, it was around six o’clock in the evening, and House was stirring just after his long sleep. He awoke to the sound of his door lock opening ever so softly. He moved his head, trying to catch another sound that would tell him what was going on.
“Who’s there?” His strong dominant low tone of voice would scare anyone away, but this silent cat kept on walking slowly towards him.
The first touch on his arm, gave House a slight chill; his hair on his arms pricked up. The touch carried on up his arm, and reached his neck, where it stopped.
“Who is this?” His voice was now lower, and thêm inviting. “Me.” The voice was Cuddy’s; House knew this and smiled slightly.
“What are bạn doing?” House asked with a sense of a flirtatious tone in his voice. “Checking your pulse. It’s faster than normal.” Cuddy’s voice was slightly thêm serious; House continued to smile. “What do bạn expect, bạn basically broke into my trang chủ and felt me up. I feel so used.” House felt the warm breath on his neck, as she laughed softly. “I made sure I finished early, so I could come and help you.” House was slightly puzzled. “Why?” Cuddy’s soft hands left his neck, as she sat on the coffee table. “I am your doctor House. I wanted to make sure bạn were okay.” House enjoyed the fact that she cared about him. “Would bạn like a drink hoặc something?” Cuddy sounded sincere, as she stood back up. “Not really, thêm of the touching would be nice though.” Cuddy smirked, and made her way to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to make herself a cup of ginger tea.
“I’m only here as your doctor House.” House wasn’t too sure she truly believed that, as he noticed her voice was full of uncertainty…
I was đọc up on opiate withdrawal and apparently bạn can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the tiếp theo morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the không gian of a horrible 24 giờ detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every giờ hoặc so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the tiếp theo morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the không gian of a horrible 24 giờ detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every giờ hoặc so like before.
Short and simple :)