You breathe a slow steady breath through your nostrils, as the rabbi turns his head to Lucas, and asks the most explicable question.
"Lucas Douglas, do bạn take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to tình yêu her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as bạn both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
bạn lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind bạn of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, hoặc fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do bạn take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to tình yêu him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as bạn both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives bạn a sorrowful smile, watching bạn stare blankly at the empty không gian beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as bạn bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when bạn look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
bạn contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
bạn say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching bạn walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
bạn ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He các câu trả lời you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what bạn call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, hoặc leaving and never coming back. Yet, here bạn were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold ngỗng bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous ngỗng bumps bạn had already had. bạn enter the hall outside the loft, the loft bạn had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two phút went by, and no answer hoặc grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, bạn assume he's not home, hoặc just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
bạn let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in tình yêu with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean thêm than any word bạn could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the vàng long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening bạn into his life.
"Lucas Douglas, do bạn take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to tình yêu her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as bạn both shall live?"
He beams a bright, loving smile at you.
"I do."
bạn lose your focus, falling into the apparent colour difference of his eyes from the mere bright stained glass of the church. And, they remind bạn of why you're questioning this. There was nothing behind them. No fascination, curiousity, excitement, intelligence, hoặc fierce desire.
The rabbi gives a questioning glance at you, then continues.
"Lisa Cuddy, do bạn take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to tình yêu him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as bạn both shall live?"
Your eyes dart from pew to pew, searching for him. Wilson sits there, focused and compelled. He gives bạn a sorrowful smile, watching bạn stare blankly at the empty không gian beside him.
"Ms. Cuddy?"
The rabbi questions, slowly. Lucas gently rubs your bare arm, taking your assiduity from the empty seat.
"I...-"
People begin to scoot up in the pews, making squeaky sounds come from the hard wood. Shiny and mooth pieces of your hair sway down across your forehead, as bạn bend your head for a moment toward the red carpet floor. Teeth begin to bite the inside of your dry mouth, when bạn look back up.
"I can't...-"
His once gleaming smile, begins to turn into a desolate frown.
bạn contine, shakily.
"I can't marry... you, Lucas."
The guests begin to turn their heads to one another, already gossiping; He gives a knowing look, and nods, clenching and unclenching his jaws back and forth.
"Here...."
bạn say; handing him the bouquet of white calla lilies.
Everyone stares at you. Watching bạn walk down the isle with no one on your arm, to the far right corner of the 4th row pew.
"Where is he?"
bạn ask Wilson, lip syncing.
"Apartment."
He các câu trả lời you, barely audible to hear.
You're not exactly sane at the moment, you've come to realise. Speeding down a two lane road, isn't what bạn call insane, but the reason why you're doing it might be. He was going to be there, he wasn't going out of town, hoặc leaving and never coming back. Yet, here bạn were, driving moronically.
The chill of the wind sweeps under your forever long gown. Causing cold ngỗng bumps to introduce themselves to the nervous ngỗng bumps bạn had already had. bạn enter the hall outside the loft, the loft bạn had intended on buying. One hard inhale of air and your knuckles met themselves with the hard white two double doors, knocking loudly.
Two phút went by, and no answer hoặc grunt of any remoteable sort. So, like any other logical person, bạn assume he's not home, hoặc just doesn't care enough to answer.
A click echoes.
And, he stares at you. A speculative spark in his eyes.
"I didn't get married to Lucas...."
bạn let it slowly roll off the tip of your tongue.
His mouth opens slightly, yet no words even muttering out to the surface.
Your bottom lip instinctively pushes out, then draws back in, preparing for what to say.
"I'm in tình yêu with you."
He gives a small, joyful smile. A smile that could speak louder and mean thêm than any word bạn could ever hear.
"You don't deserve to wear white."
He picks, teasingly.
Slowly and easily, he pulls the vàng long handle all the way back, expanding the door, and opening bạn into his life.
I got this info off the house boards over on the house website. this person has đã đăng spoilers before and they always turn out to be true most of the time so i trust this person.
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
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Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
S
P
O
I
L
E
R
Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
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 :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
