"Shhh. It's okay little one." Lisa Cuddy whispered softly to her baby daughter.
"He looked so lost, Lise." James Wilson detto as he sat down in the rocking chair near the crib.
Cuddy put Rachael in her culla, presepe and walked to sit successivo to Wilson in the other rocking chair.
"Why didn't te tell me he had been hallucinating?" She asked.
"I thought it had ended. He thought it had ended. Apparently we were both wrong..."
"He wouldn't tell me what he thought happened, but I have a feeling te know."
Wilson took in a breath and stood up.
"He thought te helped him detox."
"And?"
"He thought things had changed for the better between te two." He detto as his gaze moved to the window.
Cuddy's eyes widened.
"He thought we made love." She detto più to herself than to Wilson.
Wilson turned his head to look at her.
"He was really happy about it. That's why he kept screwing with you. He thought te regretted it."
Cuddy leaned back in her chair and let out a breath.
"Oh, House." She whispered.
"Do te Amore him, Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up at Wilson taken aback da the question.
"Why do you..."
"Because te were his salvation. He hallucinated te saving him from himself, the addiction, the pain. He sees unconditional Amore with te and this is a man who doesn't believe that this kind of Amore is even possible. Somehow you're the exception to his cynical theory."
Cuddy couldn't help but to tear up at Wilson's words. He moved to sit da her and rested his hand on her knee.
"I'm also the one who drove him crazy. I was another hallucination pushing a false sense of happiness on him that ultimately led to him being put into a mental hospital...I broke his heart." She detto as she wiped her eyes. Wilson's hand tightened on her knee.
"You didn't do anything. He wants happiness and te are that for him. He's just still too afraid of the pain to actually let his delusions become a reality...He wanted to believe that kicking the addiction was something that the Amore of a good woman could cure. But now he knows that he has to save himself before there can be anything real between te two. I think that's why he's admitted himself to Mayfield...The detox is going to be hell and much longer than 24 hours..."
"He doesn't have to be anything he's not for me to want him. I've always wanted him." She finally confessed.
"He knows that, but the great thing is that it's not good enough for him anymore. It's not just because he doesn't want to lose his intellect, his practice, o his gift. He doesn't want to lose his last chance at something meaningful. He loves you."
Cuddy smiled sadly at Wilson.
"It would be easier if I didn't Amore him too...But I Amore him, James...What if he doesn't ever get better?" She asked through tears.
Wilson leaned back into his chair.
"We have to have faith that he will get better. We can't give up on him now."
Cuddy leaned back against her chair.
"When do we get to visit him?"
"Two weeks."
Cuddy let out a sigh and placed her hand on superiore, in alto of Wilson's. The two held hands in silence. Both their gazes focused on the window. The sun was going down in the distance. Cuddy finally broke the heavy silence.
"Stay in the guest bedroom tonight, James. I don't think it would be good for either us to be alone tonight...I'll heat up some left overs and we can start figuring out how we're going to break the news to his team." She detto as she stood up.
"Alright." He detto finally.
"He looked so lost, Lise." James Wilson detto as he sat down in the rocking chair near the crib.
Cuddy put Rachael in her culla, presepe and walked to sit successivo to Wilson in the other rocking chair.
"Why didn't te tell me he had been hallucinating?" She asked.
"I thought it had ended. He thought it had ended. Apparently we were both wrong..."
"He wouldn't tell me what he thought happened, but I have a feeling te know."
Wilson took in a breath and stood up.
"He thought te helped him detox."
"And?"
"He thought things had changed for the better between te two." He detto as his gaze moved to the window.
Cuddy's eyes widened.
"He thought we made love." She detto più to herself than to Wilson.
Wilson turned his head to look at her.
"He was really happy about it. That's why he kept screwing with you. He thought te regretted it."
Cuddy leaned back in her chair and let out a breath.
"Oh, House." She whispered.
"Do te Amore him, Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up at Wilson taken aback da the question.
"Why do you..."
"Because te were his salvation. He hallucinated te saving him from himself, the addiction, the pain. He sees unconditional Amore with te and this is a man who doesn't believe that this kind of Amore is even possible. Somehow you're the exception to his cynical theory."
Cuddy couldn't help but to tear up at Wilson's words. He moved to sit da her and rested his hand on her knee.
"I'm also the one who drove him crazy. I was another hallucination pushing a false sense of happiness on him that ultimately led to him being put into a mental hospital...I broke his heart." She detto as she wiped her eyes. Wilson's hand tightened on her knee.
"You didn't do anything. He wants happiness and te are that for him. He's just still too afraid of the pain to actually let his delusions become a reality...He wanted to believe that kicking the addiction was something that the Amore of a good woman could cure. But now he knows that he has to save himself before there can be anything real between te two. I think that's why he's admitted himself to Mayfield...The detox is going to be hell and much longer than 24 hours..."
"He doesn't have to be anything he's not for me to want him. I've always wanted him." She finally confessed.
"He knows that, but the great thing is that it's not good enough for him anymore. It's not just because he doesn't want to lose his intellect, his practice, o his gift. He doesn't want to lose his last chance at something meaningful. He loves you."
Cuddy smiled sadly at Wilson.
"It would be easier if I didn't Amore him too...But I Amore him, James...What if he doesn't ever get better?" She asked through tears.
Wilson leaned back into his chair.
"We have to have faith that he will get better. We can't give up on him now."
Cuddy leaned back against her chair.
"When do we get to visit him?"
"Two weeks."
Cuddy let out a sigh and placed her hand on superiore, in alto of Wilson's. The two held hands in silence. Both their gazes focused on the window. The sun was going down in the distance. Cuddy finally broke the heavy silence.
"Stay in the guest bedroom tonight, James. I don't think it would be good for either us to be alone tonight...I'll heat up some left overs and we can start figuring out how we're going to break the news to his team." She detto as she stood up.
"Alright." He detto finally.
ciao everyone :D Here are the results of the first challenge of the last House fan standing! ^^
Thanks everyone who voted!♥
Unfortunately we have to say goodbye to one of our contestants :(
Eliminated
A-yunioshi
People's preferito answer
B-adyingsomething
Voting Tally
(A)- - - - - = -5 (yunioshi)
(B)- + + + + + + = +5 (adyingsomething)
(C)- - - - = -4 (blaukat)
(D)- - - = -3 (huddysmacked)
(E)+ - - - - = -3 (misanthrope86)
(F)+ + - = +1 (huddyislove)
Have a nice giorno everyone :D
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The 5 participants who made it to the successivo challenge will recieve a message from me soon, including the successivo domanda + deadline.
Thanks everyone who voted!♥
Unfortunately we have to say goodbye to one of our contestants :(
Eliminated
A-yunioshi
People's preferito answer
B-adyingsomething
Voting Tally
(A)- - - - - = -5 (yunioshi)
(B)- + + + + + + = +5 (adyingsomething)
(C)- - - - = -4 (blaukat)
(D)- - - = -3 (huddysmacked)
(E)+ - - - - = -3 (misanthrope86)
(F)+ + - = +1 (huddyislove)
Have a nice giorno everyone :D
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The 5 participants who made it to the successivo challenge will recieve a message from me soon, including the successivo domanda + deadline.