There's a quote that says "All you need is love." Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for him. He would probably quote, "all you need is Vicodin" or something like, "all you need is sex." But, he was wrong, yes, sex mattered, but, to be in amor with someone, was such a greater and mais satisfying feeling, that not being able to mover or feel like you've reached the Heavens. Especially, when you know deep down in the pit of your stomach, she fells the same way, you can just tell when you look her in the eyes. Now, he's come to realize this after months of thinking, that she was the one, she wasn't somebody he just wanted to jump, or just have a kind of open relatonship with. He wanted to be with her, take care of her, be her crying shoulder if something went wrong. No, he didn't want it, he needed it. Every oppurtunity he had to ask her out or tell her how he felt, he blew it. Either it was, a rude or sarcastic comment that ruined the moment, or, he'd deflect if she said something that had feelings in it. In this mês of May, something was going to happen. Neither he nor she knew it, either.
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The wood doors of her office swung open, and she knew who it was.
His cane thumped on the ground as he walked towards her, sitting at her desk.
"Need a Liver biopsy."
He stared at her blankly, no expression was on his face.
"Ok.."
He tilted his head slighty to the left, questioning her answer.
"That's it? Are you not going to pergunta me? Or, ask if there is something that could compromise this procedure?"
"Actually, no, because you're off the case."
"What? Why? I haven't done anything crazy, not yet atleast."
"House, you haven't been sleeping, you need sleep."
"Right.. I can't tell if a patient needs a Liver biospy or not, because I haven't slept."
"Exactly, now, go home, and leave me alone."
"Patients dieing."
"House, I just said you're off the case."
"Look, if I haven't come up with a diagnoses within a day, then I'll go to sleep."
"You're negotiating?"
"I guess so."
She squinted her eyes slightly, trying to see through this.
"Fine, but if you haven't got a diagnoses within 24 hours, you're off the case."
He nodded and walked out the door.
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He had come up with the answer, within 19 hours. Now, it was finally time to get sleep, if only he could. The hallucinations of Amber had disappeared, but he still wasn't able to rest, not enough, atleast. While he layed there, in his bed, staring at the white ceiling, while the pale blue sheets covered his abdomen and on down. While he dia dreamed about getting a good night rest, a knock at the door came from outside of the apartment. The knock happened to be on his front door, a very familar knock, at that.
"Cuddy?"
He thought to himself.
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TBC.
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The wood doors of her office swung open, and she knew who it was.
His cane thumped on the ground as he walked towards her, sitting at her desk.
"Need a Liver biopsy."
He stared at her blankly, no expression was on his face.
"Ok.."
He tilted his head slighty to the left, questioning her answer.
"That's it? Are you not going to pergunta me? Or, ask if there is something that could compromise this procedure?"
"Actually, no, because you're off the case."
"What? Why? I haven't done anything crazy, not yet atleast."
"House, you haven't been sleeping, you need sleep."
"Right.. I can't tell if a patient needs a Liver biospy or not, because I haven't slept."
"Exactly, now, go home, and leave me alone."
"Patients dieing."
"House, I just said you're off the case."
"Look, if I haven't come up with a diagnoses within a day, then I'll go to sleep."
"You're negotiating?"
"I guess so."
She squinted her eyes slightly, trying to see through this.
"Fine, but if you haven't got a diagnoses within 24 hours, you're off the case."
He nodded and walked out the door.
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He had come up with the answer, within 19 hours. Now, it was finally time to get sleep, if only he could. The hallucinations of Amber had disappeared, but he still wasn't able to rest, not enough, atleast. While he layed there, in his bed, staring at the white ceiling, while the pale blue sheets covered his abdomen and on down. While he dia dreamed about getting a good night rest, a knock at the door came from outside of the apartment. The knock happened to be on his front door, a very familar knock, at that.
"Cuddy?"
He thought to himself.
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TBC.
