Pitt was having his afternoon chá when his office door swung open. He got on his feet the moment House entered and it was followed por a deafening silence. He sighed before turning back to pour some mais chá to his mug as his patient stood Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante while staring at the carpeted floor.
Pitt: Need a drink?
House: No...
Pitt: We could ---
House: I'm letting myself go to rehab ---
Pitt turned to him as House looked up again.
House: For my leg... rehab and therapy... again...
Pitt: Are you... Sure?
House nodded.
*** 2 weeks later ***
Cuddy opened the front door with Rachel at her arm. Wilson was the one who met her at the other side of the door with some bags of goodies for her and for the baby.
Cuddy: Hey...
Wilson: Hi...
Cuddy: Come on in...
She went down the hall and Wilson followed her. They headed to the cozinha where he placed the bags on the counter.
Wilson: Been alone lately?
Cuddy: Yah, my parents decided to spend summer in our cabine along the coast...
Wilson: Since when?
Cuddy: Thursday...
He walked near her and offered his arms to carry Rachel which the woman gratefully accepted. The moment the baby was in Wilson’s arms, Cuddy started unpacking the goods out the bags.
Wilson: I bought some yogurt too. I think I got a dozen of them…
Cuddy: Oh you really shouldn’t have…
Wilson: I shouldn’t? Are you kidding me? Those are the best and I know they’re your favorites.
Cuddy: In that case, thank you…
Wilson nodded with a smile and began playing with the baby who has been laughing while her mother and godfather had been talking awhile ago.
Cuddy: These amendoim butters are enough to keep me supplied until seguinte month…
Wilson ignored the smiling baby in front of him and turned to look at Cuddy instead who’s keeping the bottles in the cabinets.
Wilson: seguinte month?
Cuddy: Uh-huh…
Wilson: Wait, wait, wait… I thought you’re going with me back to New Jersey por Friday?
Cuddy: I’m staying here…
Wilson: What the? --- You know you can’t, what about the hospital?
Cuddy: I called Gales the other dia and applied for another week off. I told him I’m sick.
Wilson: But you’ve been out for already two weeks. por Friday, it’ll be your third…
She turned and got the baby from him.
Cuddy: Yah, I can do the math…
She smiled, confident with her decision, but Wilson knows this is just a mask to hide something so he decided to dig deeper into her thoughts as he followed them to the living room.
Wilson: Gales agreed on this?
Cuddy: Yes… Maybe he also figured out I needed some o espaço to breath in after all those construction days… He’ll be your boss for a while, por the way… Relax, it’s not like he’s going to eat you?
Wilson: Yah, he’s not going to eat me or any other employee in the hospital but he’s going to eat the administration of the hospital. Gales can’t handle such big responsibility…
Cuddy: He could… He wouldn’t accept that job if he knows he can’t…
Wilson: He accepted the job because of the ruling power that comes with it… --- The hospital had been crippled when House left and with you leaving as well, you just cut off the only remaining leg that keeps it running…
Cuddy: <Looked up at Wilson> Don’t start with it... and I’m not leaving the hospital, I just need a break…
Wilson shook his head, annoyed with the fact that Cuddy’s firm with her decision to stay for awhile in Michigan. Silence was brought out between them. Both deflecting on the idea of Cuddy staying in her hometown for another week, he was ready to leave when he turned to face her again.
Wilson: por the way, House is… on his third rehab and therapy. Guess he followed your conselhos of getting help after all. And… he’s doing great.
He could see from Cuddy’s eyes the happiness she’s trying to hide the moment their look landed on each other. He could feel her excitement to see House again but at the same time, was trying to act like she doesn’t care.
Cuddy: Okay…
Wilson nodded in frustration, she didn’t say anything in praise or smut about House’s good condition (damn it, how long will she be playing this I-don’t-care game?!), then the oncologist left and drove out again.
Meanwhile in PPTH, his tiredness brought House into a deep sleep. He didn’t bother to remove his socks before going to dreamland since he’s body and mind would amor to stick on the cama the moment he arrived in his room after a long jog. His mind had created a horrible nightmare the moment he shut his eyes close and he woke up with a gasp and panting. He turned his head to face the other side, hoping to sleep again, but there he saw a woman figure with blonde hair and slim built. She was comfortably seated on the chair a few steps from his bedside with leg sexily placed on topo, início of the other. House was about to conclude that the woman’s another “Amber” hallucination or if this is real, this woman will be Cameron, visiting him, but when the blonde lady looked up to him, only then he realized that it was…
House: Cate?
Pitt: Need a drink?
House: No...
Pitt: We could ---
House: I'm letting myself go to rehab ---
Pitt turned to him as House looked up again.
House: For my leg... rehab and therapy... again...
Pitt: Are you... Sure?
House nodded.
*** 2 weeks later ***
Cuddy opened the front door with Rachel at her arm. Wilson was the one who met her at the other side of the door with some bags of goodies for her and for the baby.
Cuddy: Hey...
Wilson: Hi...
Cuddy: Come on in...
She went down the hall and Wilson followed her. They headed to the cozinha where he placed the bags on the counter.
Wilson: Been alone lately?
Cuddy: Yah, my parents decided to spend summer in our cabine along the coast...
Wilson: Since when?
Cuddy: Thursday...
He walked near her and offered his arms to carry Rachel which the woman gratefully accepted. The moment the baby was in Wilson’s arms, Cuddy started unpacking the goods out the bags.
Wilson: I bought some yogurt too. I think I got a dozen of them…
Cuddy: Oh you really shouldn’t have…
Wilson: I shouldn’t? Are you kidding me? Those are the best and I know they’re your favorites.
Cuddy: In that case, thank you…
Wilson nodded with a smile and began playing with the baby who has been laughing while her mother and godfather had been talking awhile ago.
Cuddy: These amendoim butters are enough to keep me supplied until seguinte month…
Wilson ignored the smiling baby in front of him and turned to look at Cuddy instead who’s keeping the bottles in the cabinets.
Wilson: seguinte month?
Cuddy: Uh-huh…
Wilson: Wait, wait, wait… I thought you’re going with me back to New Jersey por Friday?
Cuddy: I’m staying here…
Wilson: What the? --- You know you can’t, what about the hospital?
Cuddy: I called Gales the other dia and applied for another week off. I told him I’m sick.
Wilson: But you’ve been out for already two weeks. por Friday, it’ll be your third…
She turned and got the baby from him.
Cuddy: Yah, I can do the math…
She smiled, confident with her decision, but Wilson knows this is just a mask to hide something so he decided to dig deeper into her thoughts as he followed them to the living room.
Wilson: Gales agreed on this?
Cuddy: Yes… Maybe he also figured out I needed some o espaço to breath in after all those construction days… He’ll be your boss for a while, por the way… Relax, it’s not like he’s going to eat you?
Wilson: Yah, he’s not going to eat me or any other employee in the hospital but he’s going to eat the administration of the hospital. Gales can’t handle such big responsibility…
Cuddy: He could… He wouldn’t accept that job if he knows he can’t…
Wilson: He accepted the job because of the ruling power that comes with it… --- The hospital had been crippled when House left and with you leaving as well, you just cut off the only remaining leg that keeps it running…
Cuddy: <Looked up at Wilson> Don’t start with it... and I’m not leaving the hospital, I just need a break…
Wilson shook his head, annoyed with the fact that Cuddy’s firm with her decision to stay for awhile in Michigan. Silence was brought out between them. Both deflecting on the idea of Cuddy staying in her hometown for another week, he was ready to leave when he turned to face her again.
Wilson: por the way, House is… on his third rehab and therapy. Guess he followed your conselhos of getting help after all. And… he’s doing great.
He could see from Cuddy’s eyes the happiness she’s trying to hide the moment their look landed on each other. He could feel her excitement to see House again but at the same time, was trying to act like she doesn’t care.
Cuddy: Okay…
Wilson nodded in frustration, she didn’t say anything in praise or smut about House’s good condition (damn it, how long will she be playing this I-don’t-care game?!), then the oncologist left and drove out again.
Meanwhile in PPTH, his tiredness brought House into a deep sleep. He didn’t bother to remove his socks before going to dreamland since he’s body and mind would amor to stick on the cama the moment he arrived in his room after a long jog. His mind had created a horrible nightmare the moment he shut his eyes close and he woke up with a gasp and panting. He turned his head to face the other side, hoping to sleep again, but there he saw a woman figure with blonde hair and slim built. She was comfortably seated on the chair a few steps from his bedside with leg sexily placed on topo, início of the other. House was about to conclude that the woman’s another “Amber” hallucination or if this is real, this woman will be Cameron, visiting him, but when the blonde lady looked up to him, only then he realized that it was…
House: Cate?