I was leaning against the archway of House's office. I kept the door closed as the room was fully silenced. It was a darker tone around the hospital now. Almost like, a loss of something.
My arms were folded as my eyes pierced against the empty image of the room. I was imagining House twirling his cane, waiting for me to enter with yet another case for him to solve. But no.
Today was the first dia with him gone. Not only him, but Cameron and Chase were on their honeymoon. Luckily for them, they could escape this place. How it was now.
I felt a sense of hollowness inside of me. An empty feeling that hadn't been there before. First days are always the hardest. Things should usually lighten up after a week or so. Wilson and I should visit from time to time. After a while we could get used to it. I think.
Cuddy stood motionless against the door for several minutes. She rested her head on the glass doors before her as her eyes began to gleam with tears. Suddenly she felt a hand behind her. It slowly rested on her back. Then a head appeared por her side. Here comes Wilson.
"He's fine."
"Clearly."
"It's only been three days. And this is the first dia he's been 'officially' gone. Work-wise. It's supposed to feel like this. It's natural to--"
Her head had turned to face him, ever so slowly as a slightly irritated face emerged.
"How is this in any way, natural."
"It's--hard to see right now."
"Then answer me this, why do I feel guilty?"
"Why should you--?"
"I've sat por for years, letting him consistently OD on vicodin and I didn't stop it. I encouraged it por letting him get whatever he wanted. Instead of actually helping him, I've fed him to an early grave."
"It's not your fault the vicodin finally got to him, okay? He was already on the edge when Amber died. That was only a little over a ano ago. And then Kutner. With someone like House, he doesn't easily heal after things like that. Those are what pushed him over the edge. Not you."
Cuddy refused to look at him. The guilt clearly was still resting inside of her. She slide her hand down the door for a couple seconds, thinking about entering, but then she quickly turned on her heel, averting her eyes from Wilson, and decided to leave the room at peace, undisturbed.
Wilson looked slightly upset as she stormed off. She didn't even make it to the elevator, she just made her way down the stairs back to her office, hiding the tears that clearly began to shed. Wilson looked back into House's office and sighed miserably. He threw his right palm against the archway Cuddy had rested on moments earlier and held it tight. Then he began to talk under his breath.
"Day damn one. dia damn one."
My arms were folded as my eyes pierced against the empty image of the room. I was imagining House twirling his cane, waiting for me to enter with yet another case for him to solve. But no.
Today was the first dia with him gone. Not only him, but Cameron and Chase were on their honeymoon. Luckily for them, they could escape this place. How it was now.
I felt a sense of hollowness inside of me. An empty feeling that hadn't been there before. First days are always the hardest. Things should usually lighten up after a week or so. Wilson and I should visit from time to time. After a while we could get used to it. I think.
Cuddy stood motionless against the door for several minutes. She rested her head on the glass doors before her as her eyes began to gleam with tears. Suddenly she felt a hand behind her. It slowly rested on her back. Then a head appeared por her side. Here comes Wilson.
"He's fine."
"Clearly."
"It's only been three days. And this is the first dia he's been 'officially' gone. Work-wise. It's supposed to feel like this. It's natural to--"
Her head had turned to face him, ever so slowly as a slightly irritated face emerged.
"How is this in any way, natural."
"It's--hard to see right now."
"Then answer me this, why do I feel guilty?"
"Why should you--?"
"I've sat por for years, letting him consistently OD on vicodin and I didn't stop it. I encouraged it por letting him get whatever he wanted. Instead of actually helping him, I've fed him to an early grave."
"It's not your fault the vicodin finally got to him, okay? He was already on the edge when Amber died. That was only a little over a ano ago. And then Kutner. With someone like House, he doesn't easily heal after things like that. Those are what pushed him over the edge. Not you."
Cuddy refused to look at him. The guilt clearly was still resting inside of her. She slide her hand down the door for a couple seconds, thinking about entering, but then she quickly turned on her heel, averting her eyes from Wilson, and decided to leave the room at peace, undisturbed.
Wilson looked slightly upset as she stormed off. She didn't even make it to the elevator, she just made her way down the stairs back to her office, hiding the tears that clearly began to shed. Wilson looked back into House's office and sighed miserably. He threw his right palm against the archway Cuddy had rested on moments earlier and held it tight. Then he began to talk under his breath.
"Day damn one. dia damn one."
I'll tell you a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly apaixonados her.
Aren't they apaixonados at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to amor she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
apaixonados from afar.
Tell me what you think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly apaixonados her.
Aren't they apaixonados at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to amor she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
apaixonados from afar.
Tell me what you think :)