House stood up from his cama looking straight outside his room. He happened to see a familiar image that was staring at him while standing a few walks away from where he was. He hurriedly walked towards it but the glass mural didn’t let him go outside so he ended up banging the thick glass in front of him.
House: Cuddy! --- oi I’m here! ---- Cuddy!
Indeed it was Cuddy but she turned and walked out of the place. House was surprised to realize that it was another stupid hallucination. There was actually no Cuddy outside. House’s brain, and maybe coração as well, wanted her to be there so his eyes thought it was real. House sat down looking sorry for himself as he ran his palm on his face.
Later that afternoon, he found himself seated in front of Dr. Pitt, his attending psychiatrist. They were talking about the process of rehabilitation that would start from his Vicodin detox when he happened to see the “Cuddy” image again staring at him from outside of the hospital. He looked at it intently, thinking that it is real this time. Pitt followed where his eyes were going but see nothing.
Pitt: <turned to face House> House… Are you with me?
House: <looked at Pitt> Ye --- Yes…
House looked out again but see no “Cuddy” image this time. His panting quite hard so Pitt closed his file.
Pitt: Look, if there’s one thing you aren’t telling me that is bugging you right now or since the dia you walked in here… --- I can’t help you.
House: <sighed> No… I’m okay…
The detox from Vicodn was inevitably a rough one. The pain was getting worst as the time goes por that House tried to cut his wrist again, luckily, he was stopped por the roaming nurse. He was still seeing dead people, his dad, some of his dead patients, Amber and Kutner. They haunt him whenever and wherever he is. He’ll be often seen grasping his head while screaming. Once he was seated on his room chair, the spirits were walking towards him and he was looking at them with his bloodshot eyes.
Patient 1: Finally, I see you suffer…
Patient 2: Can’t run anymore…
Patient 3: Guess we all have our own dead ends, don’t we House?
House: <shouting> GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!
House was panting hard and big rounded sweats are running down his face as he stood in his room alone. But in his world, Amber appeared from nowhere and she was standing a few walks away from him with a sinister smile on her lips.
Cuddy was talking to someone on her office phone as Wilson sat down on the chair in front of her while reviewing the test done por House’s team.
Cuddy: Oh god ----- Okay. Call me when you’re done.
She hung up and she and Wilson exchanged inquisitive looks.
Wilson: How is he doing now?
Cuddy: The detox is just making him worst.
Wilson: He needs to do that. That’s the first step in rehab, remember?
Cuddy: House isn’t House anymore…
Wilson: We don’t need his pain for him to cure people…
Cuddy: But without his pills, he can’t do his job.
Wilson: He isn’t treating patients right now so I don’t think that argument of yours pay off.
Cuddy sighed and it was followed por a deafening silence between them.
Wilson: He’ll be fine…
Cuddy sighed again and she opened the file in front of her and read it as Wilson looked at her.
Wilson: You were with me when I decided to get him in Mayfield. You were actually the first.
Cuddy looked at him as he was talking on his way out.
Wilson: I’m not going to go down there to see him in a few weeks. Just to give House the o espaço he needs. por seguinte month, would you want to come with me and visit him?
Cuddy: <stammered> No…
Wilson: Seriously?
Cuddy: I’m giving my fair share of the o espaço you were talking about…
Wilson: <Turned to look at her and sighed> Right… But that o espaço of yours that you are talking about might be the o espaço that he doesn’t need…
Cuddy didn’t say anything but she look at Wilson, wanting him to finish his point.
Wilson: He needs you to be there… ---- He wanted you to be there…
Cuddy sighed as Wilson made his way out of the clinic.
House: Cuddy! --- oi I’m here! ---- Cuddy!
Indeed it was Cuddy but she turned and walked out of the place. House was surprised to realize that it was another stupid hallucination. There was actually no Cuddy outside. House’s brain, and maybe coração as well, wanted her to be there so his eyes thought it was real. House sat down looking sorry for himself as he ran his palm on his face.
Later that afternoon, he found himself seated in front of Dr. Pitt, his attending psychiatrist. They were talking about the process of rehabilitation that would start from his Vicodin detox when he happened to see the “Cuddy” image again staring at him from outside of the hospital. He looked at it intently, thinking that it is real this time. Pitt followed where his eyes were going but see nothing.
Pitt: <turned to face House> House… Are you with me?
House: <looked at Pitt> Ye --- Yes…
House looked out again but see no “Cuddy” image this time. His panting quite hard so Pitt closed his file.
Pitt: Look, if there’s one thing you aren’t telling me that is bugging you right now or since the dia you walked in here… --- I can’t help you.
House: <sighed> No… I’m okay…
The detox from Vicodn was inevitably a rough one. The pain was getting worst as the time goes por that House tried to cut his wrist again, luckily, he was stopped por the roaming nurse. He was still seeing dead people, his dad, some of his dead patients, Amber and Kutner. They haunt him whenever and wherever he is. He’ll be often seen grasping his head while screaming. Once he was seated on his room chair, the spirits were walking towards him and he was looking at them with his bloodshot eyes.
Patient 1: Finally, I see you suffer…
Patient 2: Can’t run anymore…
Patient 3: Guess we all have our own dead ends, don’t we House?
House: <shouting> GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!
House was panting hard and big rounded sweats are running down his face as he stood in his room alone. But in his world, Amber appeared from nowhere and she was standing a few walks away from him with a sinister smile on her lips.
Cuddy was talking to someone on her office phone as Wilson sat down on the chair in front of her while reviewing the test done por House’s team.
Cuddy: Oh god ----- Okay. Call me when you’re done.
She hung up and she and Wilson exchanged inquisitive looks.
Wilson: How is he doing now?
Cuddy: The detox is just making him worst.
Wilson: He needs to do that. That’s the first step in rehab, remember?
Cuddy: House isn’t House anymore…
Wilson: We don’t need his pain for him to cure people…
Cuddy: But without his pills, he can’t do his job.
Wilson: He isn’t treating patients right now so I don’t think that argument of yours pay off.
Cuddy sighed and it was followed por a deafening silence between them.
Wilson: He’ll be fine…
Cuddy sighed again and she opened the file in front of her and read it as Wilson looked at her.
Wilson: You were with me when I decided to get him in Mayfield. You were actually the first.
Cuddy looked at him as he was talking on his way out.
Wilson: I’m not going to go down there to see him in a few weeks. Just to give House the o espaço he needs. por seguinte month, would you want to come with me and visit him?
Cuddy: <stammered> No…
Wilson: Seriously?
Cuddy: I’m giving my fair share of the o espaço you were talking about…
Wilson: <Turned to look at her and sighed> Right… But that o espaço of yours that you are talking about might be the o espaço that he doesn’t need…
Cuddy didn’t say anything but she look at Wilson, wanting him to finish his point.
Wilson: He needs you to be there… ---- He wanted you to be there…
Cuddy sighed as Wilson made his way out of the clinic.
Here I am,
So close, but so far from you.
In the cold I am standing,
Outside your stone brick mural
I cannot break through.
So I just stand there foolishly,
Peering through your window.
Loosing myself in your deep blue eyes,
My eyes fixed on your broken smile,
You are simply all I desire.
The pain inside floods me,
I am drowning in my misery.
But when I see your face, it all seems to fade,
And when I taste your red lips,
My coração skips a beat
As the rest of me goes numb.
The amor I feel for you is real
But so are fears of hurting you.
So all emotions are pushed aside,
Right seguinte to all the tears I’ve cried.
In this life of wrong I live,
You remain the one thing I got right,
The only one I let inside.
Now heartache and hate has filled its place,
And I never want your smile
To fall from your face.
*Inspired por the episode The Itch*
Hi,
This isn't that interesting really, it just made me smile today.
I'm a fã of 13. mais on that later though.
I work in the security industry (malware, viruses, all that jazz).
I bet you're all familiar with spam emails, right?
Now we have this 'saying' in the industry that you ain't someone just yet until you're used for spam.
What's funny is that OW made her spam debut earlier this year: link
see Figure 2. LOL.
I've been thinking of sharing this to her through Twitter, but since she's not following me *sob* i can't send it as a direct message. I can't just address it to her cause then all my other followers (officemates mostly) will know that I am happy about spam, which is not so good in my line for work. :p
So there. I hope I didn't bore anyone with this. I know most of you are younger than me and not really interested with work stuff, but it was just too fun to not share, at least for me. :)
This isn't that interesting really, it just made me smile today.
I'm a fã of 13. mais on that later though.
I work in the security industry (malware, viruses, all that jazz).
I bet you're all familiar with spam emails, right?
Now we have this 'saying' in the industry that you ain't someone just yet until you're used for spam.
What's funny is that OW made her spam debut earlier this year: link
see Figure 2. LOL.
I've been thinking of sharing this to her through Twitter, but since she's not following me *sob* i can't send it as a direct message. I can't just address it to her cause then all my other followers (officemates mostly) will know that I am happy about spam, which is not so good in my line for work. :p
So there. I hope I didn't bore anyone with this. I know most of you are younger than me and not really interested with work stuff, but it was just too fun to not share, at least for me. :)
oi I'm CraZ, I just became a member, although my friend made me this account without my knowledge. :)
Anywho, I've been experimenting, adding vídeos and pictures, talking in the forums. I really enjoy being on this website and it's addictive.xD
I'M so happy that the House MD spot fãs are so dedicated, I amor House.
I Just wanted to say how nice everyone is and how friendly I've been treated. I feel very welcomed and I just hope you all know that someone appreciates it. :P happy holidays!
Anywho, I've been experimenting, adding vídeos and pictures, talking in the forums. I really enjoy being on this website and it's addictive.xD
I'M so happy that the House MD spot fãs are so dedicated, I amor House.
I Just wanted to say how nice everyone is and how friendly I've been treated. I feel very welcomed and I just hope you all know that someone appreciates it. :P happy holidays!
