Hey, I didn't actually plan on composição literária a continuation, but here it is. It's not as good as part 1 and OOC, but still it's some huddy to read :)
I hope you'll enjoy :)
The seguinte morning House woke up with a terrible headache which he caused to himself. He smiled as he saw aspiryna and water near his bed.
‘How thoughtful of me… of crap!’ he swore as he remembered last night. A huge grin came to his face as he remembered Cuddy’s dance, but it faded as soon as it appeared when he reminded himself her driving him início on his own motorbike. Wait, Cuddy could drive a motorbike? This woman is just full of surprises. He slowly rolled out of the cama and prepared himself for work. He got on his motorbike and gently carresed the handle, which she held just a few hours ago. Many thoughts were running through his head as he was driving to the PPTH, first of all, he didn’t know if he wanted to see Lisa. He longed to see her, but yet was a little ashamed of the night before. Gregory House was not not the type of man who can get ashamed easily, but woman driving him on his motorbike was one of those things that ‘humiliated’ him.
He entered PPTH and walked into his office. He put his legs on his escrivaninha, mesa and straightened in his chair, slowly drifting off to a leep since he had no case. He heard his glass door open, but pretended to sleep. He actually was cosidering to mock her, but decided otherwise. He heard her clearing her throat and speaking matter-of-factly
‘I know you’re not asleep’
‘sneaky woman’ he said taking his head off the mesa, tabela and sitting properly in his chair. HE saw her in her office suit, her saia covering her knees. He already missed her other outfit.
‘How are you feeling?’ she asked taking a assento on the other side of his desk. He was a little shocked por her pergunta and look at her weirdly.
‘What?’ She asked
‘What do you want… Elisaveta’ he said her ‘name’ a little bit longer than he should.
‘Shut up, and don’t call me that’ she hissed, getting up but he caught her hadn, which was shocking for both of them.
‘What do you want House?’ she said irritated
‘You’re beautiful’ he blurted out.
‘wh, what?’ She asked not believing what he’d just said.
‘You asked me, to tell you that when I was sober so I can have my way with you’ he grinned
‘You’re unbelivable’ she snapped and once again turned to rush out from his office
‘Wait! Lisa! I’m just joking’ He again caough her hand, but now he actually hugged her to his chest, she reluctantly gave into his hug. He carresed her hair
‘You’re the most beautiful, and intelligent woman I have ever met’ He said ‘and I’m not trying to get into your pants.. well I am, but not por saying that’ he smiled and looked into her eyes.
‘You sure you’re sober?’ she asked not believing that a sarcastic Gregory House could ever say those words to her.
‘No, I am high’ he said sarcastically, still hugging her
‘Knew there was something to it’ she snuggled into his chest as they stood in the middle of his office.
‘Wanna drive me início after work? I liked snuggling into you’ he offered
‘hah, admit you want a private show’ she teased
‘Would you?’ he did his best cachorro, filhote de cachorro eyes.
‘Maybe’ she winked at him and left the office, leaving him there with a huge smile on his face.
I hope you'll enjoy :)
The seguinte morning House woke up with a terrible headache which he caused to himself. He smiled as he saw aspiryna and water near his bed.
‘How thoughtful of me… of crap!’ he swore as he remembered last night. A huge grin came to his face as he remembered Cuddy’s dance, but it faded as soon as it appeared when he reminded himself her driving him início on his own motorbike. Wait, Cuddy could drive a motorbike? This woman is just full of surprises. He slowly rolled out of the cama and prepared himself for work. He got on his motorbike and gently carresed the handle, which she held just a few hours ago. Many thoughts were running through his head as he was driving to the PPTH, first of all, he didn’t know if he wanted to see Lisa. He longed to see her, but yet was a little ashamed of the night before. Gregory House was not not the type of man who can get ashamed easily, but woman driving him on his motorbike was one of those things that ‘humiliated’ him.
He entered PPTH and walked into his office. He put his legs on his escrivaninha, mesa and straightened in his chair, slowly drifting off to a leep since he had no case. He heard his glass door open, but pretended to sleep. He actually was cosidering to mock her, but decided otherwise. He heard her clearing her throat and speaking matter-of-factly
‘I know you’re not asleep’
‘sneaky woman’ he said taking his head off the mesa, tabela and sitting properly in his chair. HE saw her in her office suit, her saia covering her knees. He already missed her other outfit.
‘How are you feeling?’ she asked taking a assento on the other side of his desk. He was a little shocked por her pergunta and look at her weirdly.
‘What?’ She asked
‘What do you want… Elisaveta’ he said her ‘name’ a little bit longer than he should.
‘Shut up, and don’t call me that’ she hissed, getting up but he caught her hadn, which was shocking for both of them.
‘What do you want House?’ she said irritated
‘You’re beautiful’ he blurted out.
‘wh, what?’ She asked not believing what he’d just said.
‘You asked me, to tell you that when I was sober so I can have my way with you’ he grinned
‘You’re unbelivable’ she snapped and once again turned to rush out from his office
‘Wait! Lisa! I’m just joking’ He again caough her hand, but now he actually hugged her to his chest, she reluctantly gave into his hug. He carresed her hair
‘You’re the most beautiful, and intelligent woman I have ever met’ He said ‘and I’m not trying to get into your pants.. well I am, but not por saying that’ he smiled and looked into her eyes.
‘You sure you’re sober?’ she asked not believing that a sarcastic Gregory House could ever say those words to her.
‘No, I am high’ he said sarcastically, still hugging her
‘Knew there was something to it’ she snuggled into his chest as they stood in the middle of his office.
‘Wanna drive me início after work? I liked snuggling into you’ he offered
‘hah, admit you want a private show’ she teased
‘Would you?’ he did his best cachorro, filhote de cachorro eyes.
‘Maybe’ she winked at him and left the office, leaving him there with a huge smile on his face.
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 :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
