Hi!i gotta new one for ya...this is loosley based on a song from the new fabulous musical tiếp theo to normal called...um...perfect for bạn lol.
DISCLAIMER:I dont own any part of tiếp theo to normal. hoặc house. unfourtunately :)
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He looks like he has something he wants to say...
Yet he chooses to rant about something completley different. Classic.
As usual, i follow the script of to-busy-to-care-about-your-ramblings while i am actually riveted. Which is surprising, considering he has decided, this time to discuss the weather. Of all things.
"Its supposed to rain on saturday night"
I look up from my file. I contemplate answering. But he continues before i can answer.
"And on sunday"
He looks distracted. Normally when he invades my privacy this way he is obviously and completley focused on whatever it is he's telling me.
I look striaght into his stunningly blue eyes. As i do a little tingle zips its way down my spine. I fight the urge to shiver.
In his eyes i detect distraction, frustration, and......is that dissapointment? in who?me? himself?
Its anybodies guess.
He presses on like the little engine that thought it could "But on monday its supposed to clear up, and be nice for the rest of the week. And its" he gestured outside with his cane "beautiful today."
I open my mouth. He beats me to it.
"I saw this forecast today, it was on after Percription Passion" He looked at the floor
I raise one eyebrow, slow and cool "Um house? thats great and i totally care.." I shift my eyes back toward my desk
BANG! i startle. I look up to see that he has slammed his cane down on my desk, pressing down on it with both hands. He is leaning in so close to my face our noses are about an eyelash's length away from eachother. I can see sincerity etched in every icy blue pigment in his perfect eyes.
"Im trying to tell you...I tình yêu You"
What?!
DISCLAIMER:I dont own any part of tiếp theo to normal. hoặc house. unfourtunately :)
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He looks like he has something he wants to say...
Yet he chooses to rant about something completley different. Classic.
As usual, i follow the script of to-busy-to-care-about-your-ramblings while i am actually riveted. Which is surprising, considering he has decided, this time to discuss the weather. Of all things.
"Its supposed to rain on saturday night"
I look up from my file. I contemplate answering. But he continues before i can answer.
"And on sunday"
He looks distracted. Normally when he invades my privacy this way he is obviously and completley focused on whatever it is he's telling me.
I look striaght into his stunningly blue eyes. As i do a little tingle zips its way down my spine. I fight the urge to shiver.
In his eyes i detect distraction, frustration, and......is that dissapointment? in who?me? himself?
Its anybodies guess.
He presses on like the little engine that thought it could "But on monday its supposed to clear up, and be nice for the rest of the week. And its" he gestured outside with his cane "beautiful today."
I open my mouth. He beats me to it.
"I saw this forecast today, it was on after Percription Passion" He looked at the floor
I raise one eyebrow, slow and cool "Um house? thats great and i totally care.." I shift my eyes back toward my desk
BANG! i startle. I look up to see that he has slammed his cane down on my desk, pressing down on it with both hands. He is leaning in so close to my face our noses are about an eyelash's length away from eachother. I can see sincerity etched in every icy blue pigment in his perfect eyes.
"Im trying to tell you...I tình yêu You"
What?!
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 :)