It was starting to get chillier as the weeks passed. It was to the point she had to wear long sleeves, or jackets with an outfit. Which was unfortunate, because the jackets and long sleeve shirts weren’t what you called “appealing”, to her. They showed no cleavage whatsoever, much to her dismay. Because, she loved to flaunt what she had right beijoca, smack dab infront of him.
“If you plan on throwing that at me, you’re going-”
She was cut off, when the sudden feeling of slushy snow slide down the back of sweater, slowly moving down her back. He had taken a handful of snow, and stuck it down the back of her sweater. She hated him at this moment.
He started smiling, while she started giving squeaking noises, trying to franticly shake the back of sweater, to get the snow out. Her movements suddenly stopped, when she saw his breath visible in the cold air.
“What?”
He asks, quickly dropping his smile.
“It’s not funny.”
She gives a devious glare.
“No. Not at all.”
He states, looking away but still smiling, faintly.
She rolls her eyes, as she starts to walk slowly through lightly covered snowy path.
Like always, he’s right behind her.
“Do you always have to be immature?”
She asks.
“Yes.”
He answers, honestly.
“Well, try and put it to a minimum when you’re around me.”
“Bad day?
He asks, catching on to her harsh tone.
“It was fine.”
He slightly nods.
“Right, por fine you mean, crappy?”
“It’s none of your business how my dia went or not.”
“You tell me I’m an ass.”
He murmurs quietly to himself.
“What was that?”
“You have a great ass.”
She knew what he had said before. She just wanted him to say it to her face.
“Shut up.”
Her voice comes on amusingly, instead of angrily.
“Gonna tell me what happened?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“It’s a possibility that maybe I care.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just curious.”
“Just tell me.”
“I got a B on one of my tests.”
“That’s it?”
“You act as if it’s nothing.”
“Because, it is. For God sakes, it’s a B.”
“Yes, a B. I never get B’s.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“And what would that be?”
“Well, we could always have sex, if that would make you happier.”
“No.”
She states, bluntly.
“Fair enough, actually, what I was going to say, is loosen up, and quit worrying about school.”
“Sorry, but I’m not like you. I don’t go out and get drunk and party just for the fun of it.”
“Then what the hell do you do it for?”
He asks, giving a weird look.
“I don’t do it, period.”
“That’s because you’re a bore.”
“If I was boring, you wouldn’t even speak to me.”
“Now, you don’t know that.”
“I know a lot mais than you think, you speak to people who intrigue you. And, obviously I do.”
“Oh, please. You’re not even worthy of my attention.”
He lies, trying not to own up to the actual truth.
“If that’s true, let’s see how long you can last without talking to me.”
“Piece of cake, I could go for months, actually forever.”
“We’ll see how that goes.”
She states, smiling, and turning on a different path away from him.
“If you plan on throwing that at me, you’re going-”
She was cut off, when the sudden feeling of slushy snow slide down the back of sweater, slowly moving down her back. He had taken a handful of snow, and stuck it down the back of her sweater. She hated him at this moment.
He started smiling, while she started giving squeaking noises, trying to franticly shake the back of sweater, to get the snow out. Her movements suddenly stopped, when she saw his breath visible in the cold air.
“What?”
He asks, quickly dropping his smile.
“It’s not funny.”
She gives a devious glare.
“No. Not at all.”
He states, looking away but still smiling, faintly.
She rolls her eyes, as she starts to walk slowly through lightly covered snowy path.
Like always, he’s right behind her.
“Do you always have to be immature?”
She asks.
“Yes.”
He answers, honestly.
“Well, try and put it to a minimum when you’re around me.”
“Bad day?
He asks, catching on to her harsh tone.
“It was fine.”
He slightly nods.
“Right, por fine you mean, crappy?”
“It’s none of your business how my dia went or not.”
“You tell me I’m an ass.”
He murmurs quietly to himself.
“What was that?”
“You have a great ass.”
She knew what he had said before. She just wanted him to say it to her face.
“Shut up.”
Her voice comes on amusingly, instead of angrily.
“Gonna tell me what happened?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?”
“It’s a possibility that maybe I care.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just curious.”
“Just tell me.”
“I got a B on one of my tests.”
“That’s it?”
“You act as if it’s nothing.”
“Because, it is. For God sakes, it’s a B.”
“Yes, a B. I never get B’s.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“And what would that be?”
“Well, we could always have sex, if that would make you happier.”
“No.”
She states, bluntly.
“Fair enough, actually, what I was going to say, is loosen up, and quit worrying about school.”
“Sorry, but I’m not like you. I don’t go out and get drunk and party just for the fun of it.”
“Then what the hell do you do it for?”
He asks, giving a weird look.
“I don’t do it, period.”
“That’s because you’re a bore.”
“If I was boring, you wouldn’t even speak to me.”
“Now, you don’t know that.”
“I know a lot mais than you think, you speak to people who intrigue you. And, obviously I do.”
“Oh, please. You’re not even worthy of my attention.”
He lies, trying not to own up to the actual truth.
“If that’s true, let’s see how long you can last without talking to me.”
“Piece of cake, I could go for months, actually forever.”
“We’ll see how that goes.”
She states, smiling, and turning on a different path away from him.
I was leitura up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you 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 seguinte 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 o espaço of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora or 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 seguinte 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 o espaço of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora or so like before.
Short and simple :)