I woke up a week later in my own bed. I must've been in a coma, but I don't know how. I looked at my left arm and it had, indeed, been broken. On further inspection of my body I found bruises to my arms, waist, breasts and whilst I had been unconcious, my leg must've also been broken.
I saw a wheelchair seguinte to my cama and wondered what it was there for and then it hit me: One arm and One leg.
As I tried getting myself into the wheelchair, I heard the farmiliar footstep down my hallway. It was the limp that belonged to House.
I looked at him as tears flooded my eyes, I outstretched my arm for comfort and he obviously knew what that meant and before I knew it, I felt his warm body gently wrapped around mine. I burried my eyes into his shoulder and let the tears flow.
I felt House rub his hand up and down my back and then he whispered, "It's okay, Lisa, it's all over,"
I felt myself melt, he NEVER used my first name.
"Do you want to get up?"
I nodded.
"Do you want a coffee? I just put the jug on,"
I managed to pull myself off his shoulder and looked into his blue eyes with my swolen eyes. "Yes, please." I gave him a small smile.
He stood up a wheeled the chair over to me and aided me into it. It hurt so bad, the pain was unimaginable.
Once in the chair, he managed to push me down my stairs and to my kitchen. He made the coffees and sat beside me.
"I'm sorry, if I could have warned you earlier, I would've," he stated, "What I witnessed him doing to you was so painful!"
"It's okay, we're both alive."
"Only just,"
"What do you mean?"
"After you fell unconcious, he kept strangling you. But, because all his attention was on you, he didn't realise that I had managed to untie myself. So I used what strength I had to push him off you. por this time he had smacked his head on the chair I was tied to and was out cold." He told me, "I realised you weren't breathing and you had no pulse so I performed CPR on you,"
"Oh my gosh," I gasped, "So I was clinically dead?"
He nodded, "It also turns out that the gun he was holding wasn't loaded,"
I sighed and then remembered that House had been beaten till he spat up blood, "How are you?"
"Just some internal bleeding, not that serious,"
"That's good," por now the coffees had been finished so I placed my good hand on one of his, "Thank you, Greg."
TBC, thanks for all your comments...I know this is't the wat house usually acts, but i reckon its how he would if something like this was to happen to cuddy... :P
I saw a wheelchair seguinte to my cama and wondered what it was there for and then it hit me: One arm and One leg.
As I tried getting myself into the wheelchair, I heard the farmiliar footstep down my hallway. It was the limp that belonged to House.
I looked at him as tears flooded my eyes, I outstretched my arm for comfort and he obviously knew what that meant and before I knew it, I felt his warm body gently wrapped around mine. I burried my eyes into his shoulder and let the tears flow.
I felt House rub his hand up and down my back and then he whispered, "It's okay, Lisa, it's all over,"
I felt myself melt, he NEVER used my first name.
"Do you want to get up?"
I nodded.
"Do you want a coffee? I just put the jug on,"
I managed to pull myself off his shoulder and looked into his blue eyes with my swolen eyes. "Yes, please." I gave him a small smile.
He stood up a wheeled the chair over to me and aided me into it. It hurt so bad, the pain was unimaginable.
Once in the chair, he managed to push me down my stairs and to my kitchen. He made the coffees and sat beside me.
"I'm sorry, if I could have warned you earlier, I would've," he stated, "What I witnessed him doing to you was so painful!"
"It's okay, we're both alive."
"Only just,"
"What do you mean?"
"After you fell unconcious, he kept strangling you. But, because all his attention was on you, he didn't realise that I had managed to untie myself. So I used what strength I had to push him off you. por this time he had smacked his head on the chair I was tied to and was out cold." He told me, "I realised you weren't breathing and you had no pulse so I performed CPR on you,"
"Oh my gosh," I gasped, "So I was clinically dead?"
He nodded, "It also turns out that the gun he was holding wasn't loaded,"
I sighed and then remembered that House had been beaten till he spat up blood, "How are you?"
"Just some internal bleeding, not that serious,"
"That's good," por now the coffees had been finished so I placed my good hand on one of his, "Thank you, Greg."
TBC, thanks for all your comments...I know this is't the wat house usually acts, but i reckon its how he would if something like this was to happen to cuddy... :P
Another Week went by.
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson or Cuddy or somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French torrada, brinde and two or three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the cantar birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
por tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)
Didn´t hear anything from Wilson or Cuddy or somebody else.
Dr. Travis and i went out for a walk. Today we talked about my childhood.
It was not easy talking about my Dad and Mum.
But i think we´ve had a good start at this chapter of my life.
There are often moments i´m jsut a little afraid about talking in this intimate way to Dr. Travis. Normally it´s Wilson i talk to like this. And there are many things he didn´t know yet like Dr. Travis.
My leg hurt a little when we were back. Emma brought me my pill and i swallowed it down.
I had some French torrada, brinde and two or three cups of coffee.
Frank had a girlfriend since three days. Her Name is Sally. She´s nice...for Frank. She had the Asperger syndrome, poor little girl.
So, this evening is damn boring. I played the guitar, listened to the cantar birds outside, fighted with that Zombie-Bitch and.....
por tomorrow, ít knocks.
G.H.
(TBC)