House entered his room after a hard dia at the Physical Therapy Ward. His leg was a little bit hurting but not the usual scorching pain. When he slid the door open, he was surprised to find new stuffs in. Flowers, new mesa, tabela clothe, some supply of foods and some folded and well ironed shirts were there before his eyes. Some seemed to be made por a familiar person but others are new ones. Before he moved another step, Cuddy walked out from his closet room and drew a smile upon seeing him stunned por her visit.
House: What ---
Cuddy: Hope you don’t mind I put some new stuff in…
House stood there froze with his blue eyes landing on her as she fixed the mesa, tabela meant for his meal.
House: You made all these?
Cuddy: <Stood up straight and looked at him> You don’t like it?
House was brought back to himself when he saw her changed mood por his words that actually doesn’t mean to disappoint her. He smiled and walked towards her.
House: No, no, no… <stammered> I think this is…
Cuddy: Boring? Ugly? Messy?
House: What? I said, no. --- This is actually great…
Cuddy smiled and pulled a chair and gestured him to assento down with her hand which he took before placing the mesa, tabela napkin on his lap as Cuddy placed foods on his plate. With a few inches apart, House could see every detail of her face. The face, he admitted to himself, that he wanted to see everyday of his life. Her curly stray hair, grey eyes, nose, ears and lips that almost caught him breathless and her scent that seemed to stay in his mind forever. He saw her moved her lips, telling him so many things, but he was too hooked up to the voice he thought was music. Cuddy looked at him.
Cuddy: House, are you with me?
House: <Made a joke to hide his emotion> Since when did psych hospital turned into a fancy resto bar?
Cuddy smiled and placed some mais foods on his plate. House eyes went down from her neck, chest, the hanging colar then… No, he thought, this is not the reason why she liked and loved this woman. He only didn’t like her to get into her breast and pants, it was definitely mais than that. He blinked his eyes as she stood up straight and moved to unpack some mais clothes. He turned to look at her.
House: Thought you’re going to eat with me?
Cuddy: <Looked at him but still fixing some clothes> I had my serving before I left home…
House: Oh… So I have to eat all of these?
Cuddy: I guess so…
House arched one eyebrow, but not an annoying one, it was mais for happy agreement before eating his comida that Cuddy brought for him.
An hora later, House found himself standing in front of his shower. He was freshening up in spite of Cuddy’s conselhos not to. Water began running from the chuveiro to his tired bare muscles as he felt tension being released. From where he was, he could hear Cuddy walking in his room. They were shouting loud enough for the other to hear but making sure no one else could hear them.
Cuddy: <From the room> Are you out of your mind?!
House: <In the shower> I’m tired, I need a little shower!
Cuddy: Right. por the time you got out, you’ll have a slap mark on your face!
House smiled on Cuddy’s ridiculous remark. He washed the water that were running on his face when he heard a giggle from the bathroom.
House: Great, now you wanted to sneak a peek aside from slapping me on my face?
What House didn’t know was that Cuddy was still in the room, keeping some plate for her to take home. The giggle then continues and it became a familiar one. It really wasn’t Cuddy’s but Amber’s.
House: That’s funny…
Cuddy: What is?
House turned off the chuveiro realizing that Cuddy isn’t really with him in the bathroom until she really walked in the room, worried what House was up to.
Cuddy: House… Are you alright?
House didn’t answer so Cuddy knocked on the chuveiro door.
Cuddy: House…
House breathed heavily before looking around and pulling the towel from the mural hanger.
House: I’m fine…
Cuddy: You ---
House opened the chuveiro door and Cuddy ran out of words upon seeing House’s bare chest only a few inches from her. He was only wearing his towel to cover his lower part but still wet all over. He left Cuddy in the bathroom and went straight in the room to put on his boxers. Good thing, he’s done putting the undergarment when she appeared on the bathroom doorway.
Cuddy: What’s wrong?
House: Nothing…
He grabbed a new camisa and put it on before removing some excess water from his brown matted hair.
Cuddy: Then why ---
House: I just remember, I’m late for… a consult…
Silence owned them as House began walking to the door and Cuddy noticed he wasn’t using his cane.
Cuddy: Your cane?
House turned and looked at her after giving a quick glance at the leaning piece that was beside the table.
House: I’m going to walk… Therapy remember?
Cuddy nodded but she was suspicious even after she saw House walk outside, trying not to limp.
On the other side of the building, Wilson was with Pitt. They were seated in front of the other and as both of them exchanged looks for awhile. Pitt straightened up from slouching, overlapped his hand on the other before leaning closer to the table.
Pitt: Can you do something about it?
Wilson sighed and was silent for awhile.
Wilson: I guess it’s not just House who has a mental problem lately…
Pitt nodded and Wilson looked at him.
Pitt: I am not a guidance counselor but I’m pretty sure about this. ---- Stay away…
Wilson: Stay away?! --- You know I can’t…
Pitt: You’re on it right now. ----
The door behind the divider suddenly opened and House came in. He’s feeling his leg pain starting again so he slowed down on his way. Pitt and Wilson didn’t know he was there since there was a divider separating him from them.
Pitt: You have a misunderstanding with her so don’t tell me you can’t.
Wilson: Look, I see her everyday ----
House stopped and didn’t bother to make any sound.
Wilson: How do I do that? I don’t know how to handle things like these… ------ Especially the other party cares for her much as I do… and I do care for the other party too…
Pitt: <sighed> If you could, please, let it go, stay away… ----- And just one mais thing… Don’t let House know about this…
House gave a sigh and pushed himself to walk. Wilson and Pitt’s eyes grew bigger at the sight of him.
House: So… what do I don’t need to know?
House: What ---
Cuddy: Hope you don’t mind I put some new stuff in…
House stood there froze with his blue eyes landing on her as she fixed the mesa, tabela meant for his meal.
House: You made all these?
Cuddy: <Stood up straight and looked at him> You don’t like it?
House was brought back to himself when he saw her changed mood por his words that actually doesn’t mean to disappoint her. He smiled and walked towards her.
House: No, no, no… <stammered> I think this is…
Cuddy: Boring? Ugly? Messy?
House: What? I said, no. --- This is actually great…
Cuddy smiled and pulled a chair and gestured him to assento down with her hand which he took before placing the mesa, tabela napkin on his lap as Cuddy placed foods on his plate. With a few inches apart, House could see every detail of her face. The face, he admitted to himself, that he wanted to see everyday of his life. Her curly stray hair, grey eyes, nose, ears and lips that almost caught him breathless and her scent that seemed to stay in his mind forever. He saw her moved her lips, telling him so many things, but he was too hooked up to the voice he thought was music. Cuddy looked at him.
Cuddy: House, are you with me?
House: <Made a joke to hide his emotion> Since when did psych hospital turned into a fancy resto bar?
Cuddy smiled and placed some mais foods on his plate. House eyes went down from her neck, chest, the hanging colar then… No, he thought, this is not the reason why she liked and loved this woman. He only didn’t like her to get into her breast and pants, it was definitely mais than that. He blinked his eyes as she stood up straight and moved to unpack some mais clothes. He turned to look at her.
House: Thought you’re going to eat with me?
Cuddy: <Looked at him but still fixing some clothes> I had my serving before I left home…
House: Oh… So I have to eat all of these?
Cuddy: I guess so…
House arched one eyebrow, but not an annoying one, it was mais for happy agreement before eating his comida that Cuddy brought for him.
An hora later, House found himself standing in front of his shower. He was freshening up in spite of Cuddy’s conselhos not to. Water began running from the chuveiro to his tired bare muscles as he felt tension being released. From where he was, he could hear Cuddy walking in his room. They were shouting loud enough for the other to hear but making sure no one else could hear them.
Cuddy: <From the room> Are you out of your mind?!
House: <In the shower> I’m tired, I need a little shower!
Cuddy: Right. por the time you got out, you’ll have a slap mark on your face!
House smiled on Cuddy’s ridiculous remark. He washed the water that were running on his face when he heard a giggle from the bathroom.
House: Great, now you wanted to sneak a peek aside from slapping me on my face?
What House didn’t know was that Cuddy was still in the room, keeping some plate for her to take home. The giggle then continues and it became a familiar one. It really wasn’t Cuddy’s but Amber’s.
House: That’s funny…
Cuddy: What is?
House turned off the chuveiro realizing that Cuddy isn’t really with him in the bathroom until she really walked in the room, worried what House was up to.
Cuddy: House… Are you alright?
House didn’t answer so Cuddy knocked on the chuveiro door.
Cuddy: House…
House breathed heavily before looking around and pulling the towel from the mural hanger.
House: I’m fine…
Cuddy: You ---
House opened the chuveiro door and Cuddy ran out of words upon seeing House’s bare chest only a few inches from her. He was only wearing his towel to cover his lower part but still wet all over. He left Cuddy in the bathroom and went straight in the room to put on his boxers. Good thing, he’s done putting the undergarment when she appeared on the bathroom doorway.
Cuddy: What’s wrong?
House: Nothing…
He grabbed a new camisa and put it on before removing some excess water from his brown matted hair.
Cuddy: Then why ---
House: I just remember, I’m late for… a consult…
Silence owned them as House began walking to the door and Cuddy noticed he wasn’t using his cane.
Cuddy: Your cane?
House turned and looked at her after giving a quick glance at the leaning piece that was beside the table.
House: I’m going to walk… Therapy remember?
Cuddy nodded but she was suspicious even after she saw House walk outside, trying not to limp.
On the other side of the building, Wilson was with Pitt. They were seated in front of the other and as both of them exchanged looks for awhile. Pitt straightened up from slouching, overlapped his hand on the other before leaning closer to the table.
Pitt: Can you do something about it?
Wilson sighed and was silent for awhile.
Wilson: I guess it’s not just House who has a mental problem lately…
Pitt nodded and Wilson looked at him.
Pitt: I am not a guidance counselor but I’m pretty sure about this. ---- Stay away…
Wilson: Stay away?! --- You know I can’t…
Pitt: You’re on it right now. ----
The door behind the divider suddenly opened and House came in. He’s feeling his leg pain starting again so he slowed down on his way. Pitt and Wilson didn’t know he was there since there was a divider separating him from them.
Pitt: You have a misunderstanding with her so don’t tell me you can’t.
Wilson: Look, I see her everyday ----
House stopped and didn’t bother to make any sound.
Wilson: How do I do that? I don’t know how to handle things like these… ------ Especially the other party cares for her much as I do… and I do care for the other party too…
Pitt: <sighed> If you could, please, let it go, stay away… ----- And just one mais thing… Don’t let House know about this…
House gave a sigh and pushed himself to walk. Wilson and Pitt’s eyes grew bigger at the sight of him.
House: So… what do I don’t need to know?
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 :)