"Who was it?"
"That was, Princeton General."
"What do they want?"
He looked up at her. His face, slightly angry and sad.
"My mom, had a tim, trái tim attack."
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"You're staying here."
House was slipping on his áo khoác and shoes as Cuddy begged to come along with him. She knew his mother Blythe well, so she wanted to be a comfort; to both of them.
"I can bring Rachel with us. She's fast asleep--"
"Yes, she is. And she doesn't need that sleep interrupted. It'll, take bạn forever just to, get her to sleep again."
"I want to come."
"I've wasted too much time arguing about this."
He grabbed his cane and opened the door, but she slammed it shut and kept her hand tight on the door.
"And you're going to waste thêm time."
Her face was sincere and innocent. He licked his lips and turned his head saying,
"I'll be in the car."
She released the door, and he opened it again to walk out to his car. Inside, Cuddy had put Rachel in her car ghế, chỗ ngồi and put on their shoes and their jackets. It was slightly chilly out tonight. Soon enough, they joined him in the car and they drove off to Princeton General.
"You are really milking this relationship thing aren't you?"
House was completely focused on the road; one hand on the twelve o'clock position as the other rested on the door. But he could still juggle a conversation with Cuddy.
"I'm taking everything out of it I can."
"I'm not entirely sure if I should take that as a good thing."
"Me either."
Out of all the sudden, he felt a rush of adrenaline. It made him feel angry, but he could not outburst now. Especially at Cuddy, and with the little one around. So he tightened his grip on the wheel, discreetly. But she knew.
:::
At the hospital: 10:00 p.m.
House and Cuddy slowly walked into Blythe's room. She was carrying Rachel in her car ghế, chỗ ngồi as they made their way into the room. She was now in a stable condition, but she was resting. They both walked to her side as they watched her peacefully sleep. House pulled up a chair and sat close to his mom. Cuddy just stood along his side, bringing him comfort.
"This is what happens when no one's looking after her."
"Don't start blaming yourself for this."
He reached for his mothers hand. Something he hadn't done in years. At his touch, she gave a slight twitch. Neither of them noticed, but she cracked open her eyes to see who was before her. She wanted to smile, but she couldn't, for now. So she just listened to them talk to each other.
"You uh--you need to go home."
"We've only been here for less than five minutes."
"That one, needs proper sleep. When I mean proper, I mean in a crib, with a blanket, and with silence."
"Since when are bạn concerned about her?"
"Because I--"
He stopped himself. He inhaled and turned his head toward her.
"I don't need her waking up the whole damn hospital if she doesn't get her own rest."
"How will bạn get trang chủ if I take the car."
"I'll find other means of transportation."
"Stop pretending like you're okay. For once, let someone stay bởi your side to help you."
"It's not your job to attend to her."
"But it is my job to attend to you."
Suddenly, Rachel began to cry from her car seat. Not a loud cry, but a soft and faint cry. So she put the car ghế, chỗ ngồi down and picked her up, trying to calm her down.
"Shush. Shush, shush."
"Mommy's here. Even though she shouldn't be."
Cuddy threw a stern look at him. He just stared at her and realized the fight had ended. And she had won. So to compensate, he asked for Rachel.
"Give her."
"It's fine House."
"You've been trying to put her to giường all night."
"That's what I'm here for."
"Just give me the damn kid."
She gave him another stern look and handed Rachel over. He limped around the room calming her down. Cuddy had remained standing, which annoyed him.
"Sit," he đã đưa ý kiến sternly.
"I'm fine standing. bạn are the one who really should be sitting."
"Sit."
"I'm fine."
"Do bạn really want to start another argument?"
She sighed and sat down in the chair he had resided in before. Then he turned and limped back and forth, pacing around the room, attempting to put the child to sleep. He did this for several phút before she finally knocked out. Then suddenly, Blythe began to wake up, hoặc pretended like she was just waking up. She opened her eyes and smiled at the sight before her. She turned to smile at House, and then Cuddy.
"When did bạn guys get here?"
"About fifteen phút ago," he called from the corner.
"How are bạn Blythe? What happened?"
"Ah, Lisa. Always a delight to see you."
"Likewise."
"How've bạn been?"
"I've been well. Here and there, jumping from thing to thing. Most of my focus has been on work, and the little one over there."
She turned and saw him holding Rachel. She smiled and kept herself in this gaze, as she watched her son attending to this little child. Like a father.
"This one isn't mine bởi the way, not to be a killjoy," he uttered with annoyance.
"I adopted her several months ago."
"She's beautiful."
"Thank you."
"What's her name?"
"Rachel."
Their heads turned towards House. He had beaten Cuddy to it. Blythe smiled again at the sight of her son and Cuddy, had a curious, and very slightly shocked face. She tried to drop it bởi talking to Blythe again.
"So what happened?"
"Ugh, tim, trái tim attacks are not something bạn ever want to encounter. I was just in town, going to visit Greg over there. I had stopped bởi at a gas station to fill my tank up. After I had everything taken care of, I was going for my car. When I opened the door, I had tremendous amount of pressure in my chest. Shooting pains up and down my left arm. I knew I was having a tim, trái tim attack. So I dug into my pocket and grabbed my phone, calling 9-1-1. Within minutes, they were there. Then they rushed me over here, stabilized me just in time."
"Wow."
"Why didn't bạn call?"
"I wanted to make a surprise visit to my son, is that so wrong?"
"Yes."
Blythe rolled her eyes at her son and brought her attention back to Cuddy.
"I don't see how bạn can stand to be around him majority of the ngày for seven days a week."
"It's cause she really really loves me mommy."
"I don't get how bạn did it either Blythe. Nearly over twenty years knowing this guy, and he's been the same đít, mông, ass every time."
"Tell me about it."
"Okay, I am going to leave bạn two girlies' to talk about me while I go talk to the nice doctor who admitted you.
"Leave her--"
"Shush, you'll wake the baby."
Cuddy threw him a glare as he walked out of the room. He shut it slowly and left the two to Converse with each other.
"He really likes bạn doesn't he?"
"How did--?"
"Oh, I didn't know bạn two were dating. I just, figured he liked you. I've spent majority of my life with Greg, I know when he takes a liking towards a woman."
"I've spent half my life with him, and I still don't understand everything that goes on in his mind."
"Mm. That's my Greg for you. It's a shame bạn two hadn't gotten together sooner. John, Greg's father, he would've liked you."
Cuddy bowed her head and smiled.
"Thank you."
"No need. bạn deserve this kind of praise. I can tell what you've made of Greg. How bạn talk to him, how he looks at you. How he so desperately needs to fill your needs. When bạn fight, its almost--I don't know. When bạn two came into my room, I could hear bạn two. How bạn bicker at each other. The way how one of bạn always has to dominate the situation. It's genuinely sweet. He has this sense of unrelenting care towards you. Something I haven't seen from him in a while."
Cuddy had this sincere face. A smile, but it also seemed like she was thinking. Her head was still bowed as she sat in the chair tiếp theo to Blythe.
"We should talk more. I've forgotten how much I liked you."
"Hah. Same."
"Frankly, I like bạn better than that Stacy of his he had a few years ago."
"Oh, really?"
"Oh yes. Honestly? That relationship was--what really brought Greg to his misery. After everything that had happened, he changed. But you, you've brought back the life in him. You've được trao him--purpose. And I offer bạn my greatest gratitude for that."
"Well I--Huh. You're welcome, Blythe."
The door had opened. They both turned their heads and saw House slowly walking in with Rachel.
"I don't care I'm taking bạn two trang chủ now."
He went in carefully to go put her in her car seat. After, he put a blanket over her.
"I'll be back to pick bạn up around one tomorrow. Doc đã đưa ý kiến you're going to be fine, keeping bạn for observation, bạn know the deal. It's getting late though so I should be taking these two home."
Blythe nodded, and he came over to give her a hug and a Kiss on the forehead. Cuddy smiled as she picked up the car ghế, chỗ ngồi and waited for him bởi the door.
"One o'clock."
"See bạn then."
He limped to the door and took the ghế, chỗ ngồi from Cuddy. Gently enough, so that he wouldn't wake the sleeping child. Blythe threw a smile and a nod at Cuddy.
"Bye, Blythe."
"Bye, Lisa."
She shut the door, and they began to make their way through the hospital corridors and down the elevator, and through the lobby, exiting to the parking lot.
"I forgot how much my mom likes you."
"I forgot how much I like her."
They finally reached the car. House had placed Rachel in the back and they had both gotten in the front. House started the car and revved up the engine.
"She's, something alright. She was the woman of my life."
"Was?"
"Evidently, now I have three."
Cuddy turned her head. He grabbed her hand as they pulled out of the parking lot, making their way back home.
"That was, Princeton General."
"What do they want?"
He looked up at her. His face, slightly angry and sad.
"My mom, had a tim, trái tim attack."
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"You're staying here."
House was slipping on his áo khoác and shoes as Cuddy begged to come along with him. She knew his mother Blythe well, so she wanted to be a comfort; to both of them.
"I can bring Rachel with us. She's fast asleep--"
"Yes, she is. And she doesn't need that sleep interrupted. It'll, take bạn forever just to, get her to sleep again."
"I want to come."
"I've wasted too much time arguing about this."
He grabbed his cane and opened the door, but she slammed it shut and kept her hand tight on the door.
"And you're going to waste thêm time."
Her face was sincere and innocent. He licked his lips and turned his head saying,
"I'll be in the car."
She released the door, and he opened it again to walk out to his car. Inside, Cuddy had put Rachel in her car ghế, chỗ ngồi and put on their shoes and their jackets. It was slightly chilly out tonight. Soon enough, they joined him in the car and they drove off to Princeton General.
"You are really milking this relationship thing aren't you?"
House was completely focused on the road; one hand on the twelve o'clock position as the other rested on the door. But he could still juggle a conversation with Cuddy.
"I'm taking everything out of it I can."
"I'm not entirely sure if I should take that as a good thing."
"Me either."
Out of all the sudden, he felt a rush of adrenaline. It made him feel angry, but he could not outburst now. Especially at Cuddy, and with the little one around. So he tightened his grip on the wheel, discreetly. But she knew.
:::
At the hospital: 10:00 p.m.
House and Cuddy slowly walked into Blythe's room. She was carrying Rachel in her car ghế, chỗ ngồi as they made their way into the room. She was now in a stable condition, but she was resting. They both walked to her side as they watched her peacefully sleep. House pulled up a chair and sat close to his mom. Cuddy just stood along his side, bringing him comfort.
"This is what happens when no one's looking after her."
"Don't start blaming yourself for this."
He reached for his mothers hand. Something he hadn't done in years. At his touch, she gave a slight twitch. Neither of them noticed, but she cracked open her eyes to see who was before her. She wanted to smile, but she couldn't, for now. So she just listened to them talk to each other.
"You uh--you need to go home."
"We've only been here for less than five minutes."
"That one, needs proper sleep. When I mean proper, I mean in a crib, with a blanket, and with silence."
"Since when are bạn concerned about her?"
"Because I--"
He stopped himself. He inhaled and turned his head toward her.
"I don't need her waking up the whole damn hospital if she doesn't get her own rest."
"How will bạn get trang chủ if I take the car."
"I'll find other means of transportation."
"Stop pretending like you're okay. For once, let someone stay bởi your side to help you."
"It's not your job to attend to her."
"But it is my job to attend to you."
Suddenly, Rachel began to cry from her car seat. Not a loud cry, but a soft and faint cry. So she put the car ghế, chỗ ngồi down and picked her up, trying to calm her down.
"Shush. Shush, shush."
"Mommy's here. Even though she shouldn't be."
Cuddy threw a stern look at him. He just stared at her and realized the fight had ended. And she had won. So to compensate, he asked for Rachel.
"Give her."
"It's fine House."
"You've been trying to put her to giường all night."
"That's what I'm here for."
"Just give me the damn kid."
She gave him another stern look and handed Rachel over. He limped around the room calming her down. Cuddy had remained standing, which annoyed him.
"Sit," he đã đưa ý kiến sternly.
"I'm fine standing. bạn are the one who really should be sitting."
"Sit."
"I'm fine."
"Do bạn really want to start another argument?"
She sighed and sat down in the chair he had resided in before. Then he turned and limped back and forth, pacing around the room, attempting to put the child to sleep. He did this for several phút before she finally knocked out. Then suddenly, Blythe began to wake up, hoặc pretended like she was just waking up. She opened her eyes and smiled at the sight before her. She turned to smile at House, and then Cuddy.
"When did bạn guys get here?"
"About fifteen phút ago," he called from the corner.
"How are bạn Blythe? What happened?"
"Ah, Lisa. Always a delight to see you."
"Likewise."
"How've bạn been?"
"I've been well. Here and there, jumping from thing to thing. Most of my focus has been on work, and the little one over there."
She turned and saw him holding Rachel. She smiled and kept herself in this gaze, as she watched her son attending to this little child. Like a father.
"This one isn't mine bởi the way, not to be a killjoy," he uttered with annoyance.
"I adopted her several months ago."
"She's beautiful."
"Thank you."
"What's her name?"
"Rachel."
Their heads turned towards House. He had beaten Cuddy to it. Blythe smiled again at the sight of her son and Cuddy, had a curious, and very slightly shocked face. She tried to drop it bởi talking to Blythe again.
"So what happened?"
"Ugh, tim, trái tim attacks are not something bạn ever want to encounter. I was just in town, going to visit Greg over there. I had stopped bởi at a gas station to fill my tank up. After I had everything taken care of, I was going for my car. When I opened the door, I had tremendous amount of pressure in my chest. Shooting pains up and down my left arm. I knew I was having a tim, trái tim attack. So I dug into my pocket and grabbed my phone, calling 9-1-1. Within minutes, they were there. Then they rushed me over here, stabilized me just in time."
"Wow."
"Why didn't bạn call?"
"I wanted to make a surprise visit to my son, is that so wrong?"
"Yes."
Blythe rolled her eyes at her son and brought her attention back to Cuddy.
"I don't see how bạn can stand to be around him majority of the ngày for seven days a week."
"It's cause she really really loves me mommy."
"I don't get how bạn did it either Blythe. Nearly over twenty years knowing this guy, and he's been the same đít, mông, ass every time."
"Tell me about it."
"Okay, I am going to leave bạn two girlies' to talk about me while I go talk to the nice doctor who admitted you.
"Leave her--"
"Shush, you'll wake the baby."
Cuddy threw him a glare as he walked out of the room. He shut it slowly and left the two to Converse with each other.
"He really likes bạn doesn't he?"
"How did--?"
"Oh, I didn't know bạn two were dating. I just, figured he liked you. I've spent majority of my life with Greg, I know when he takes a liking towards a woman."
"I've spent half my life with him, and I still don't understand everything that goes on in his mind."
"Mm. That's my Greg for you. It's a shame bạn two hadn't gotten together sooner. John, Greg's father, he would've liked you."
Cuddy bowed her head and smiled.
"Thank you."
"No need. bạn deserve this kind of praise. I can tell what you've made of Greg. How bạn talk to him, how he looks at you. How he so desperately needs to fill your needs. When bạn fight, its almost--I don't know. When bạn two came into my room, I could hear bạn two. How bạn bicker at each other. The way how one of bạn always has to dominate the situation. It's genuinely sweet. He has this sense of unrelenting care towards you. Something I haven't seen from him in a while."
Cuddy had this sincere face. A smile, but it also seemed like she was thinking. Her head was still bowed as she sat in the chair tiếp theo to Blythe.
"We should talk more. I've forgotten how much I liked you."
"Hah. Same."
"Frankly, I like bạn better than that Stacy of his he had a few years ago."
"Oh, really?"
"Oh yes. Honestly? That relationship was--what really brought Greg to his misery. After everything that had happened, he changed. But you, you've brought back the life in him. You've được trao him--purpose. And I offer bạn my greatest gratitude for that."
"Well I--Huh. You're welcome, Blythe."
The door had opened. They both turned their heads and saw House slowly walking in with Rachel.
"I don't care I'm taking bạn two trang chủ now."
He went in carefully to go put her in her car seat. After, he put a blanket over her.
"I'll be back to pick bạn up around one tomorrow. Doc đã đưa ý kiến you're going to be fine, keeping bạn for observation, bạn know the deal. It's getting late though so I should be taking these two home."
Blythe nodded, and he came over to give her a hug and a Kiss on the forehead. Cuddy smiled as she picked up the car ghế, chỗ ngồi and waited for him bởi the door.
"One o'clock."
"See bạn then."
He limped to the door and took the ghế, chỗ ngồi from Cuddy. Gently enough, so that he wouldn't wake the sleeping child. Blythe threw a smile and a nod at Cuddy.
"Bye, Blythe."
"Bye, Lisa."
She shut the door, and they began to make their way through the hospital corridors and down the elevator, and through the lobby, exiting to the parking lot.
"I forgot how much my mom likes you."
"I forgot how much I like her."
They finally reached the car. House had placed Rachel in the back and they had both gotten in the front. House started the car and revved up the engine.
"She's, something alright. She was the woman of my life."
"Was?"
"Evidently, now I have three."
Cuddy turned her head. He grabbed her hand as they pulled out of the parking lot, making their way back home.
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 :)