"House!" Cuddy called as she exited the secondo floor elevator. House ignored her as she called to him and continued to enter his office. She followed him as fast as her black satin stilettos would take her.
"Hey. I've got some papers for you."
"Just put them in the trash."
She placed the folder on his scrivania, reception and patted it, making sure he noticed it was there. He just continued to stare at the unanswered, not to mention unread, e-mails. She turned to leave, but he stopped her.
"Wait."
She answered with a curious stare.
"I want to talk to you... about our current relationship... thing..."
He never wants to talk about... relationships... well, not HIS anyway... she thought
He hesitated for a quick second.
"I don't think... we should get involved with each other."
"...Why?"
"I just don't think anyone should have to get involved with my problems, let alone my bastard ways."
"I deal with te on a daily basis." he voice sounded shaky.
"As my boss, not my girlfriend..."
House saw her lip quiver. She tried to hold back the tears, but one dripped down her face.
"Why are te crying?"
"What a stupid question..." she mumbled under her breath.
"We weren't even in a real relationship. It's not like I'm breaking up with you, just saying that te shouldn't get involved..."
"I just thought that this might..."
His beeper started to beep.
"Damn..."
He stared into her eyes. Usually beautiful, but now red and teary.
"I'm not saying that I don't Amore you. I do. I Amore te Lise. But..." he sighed. "I don't want te to go through what Stacy did." He kissed her cheek and wiped her tears.
Romantic enough.
He grabbed his cane and set off to the OR, there his patient would refuse to gut cut open. Cuddy took off the stilettos and sat on his carpet, just sat for a few moments and got up to face the rest of her day.
This would be the last time they detto goodbye to each other... until 4 years later;
"Hey. I've got some papers for you."
"Just put them in the trash."
She placed the folder on his scrivania, reception and patted it, making sure he noticed it was there. He just continued to stare at the unanswered, not to mention unread, e-mails. She turned to leave, but he stopped her.
"Wait."
She answered with a curious stare.
"I want to talk to you... about our current relationship... thing..."
He never wants to talk about... relationships... well, not HIS anyway... she thought
He hesitated for a quick second.
"I don't think... we should get involved with each other."
"...Why?"
"I just don't think anyone should have to get involved with my problems, let alone my bastard ways."
"I deal with te on a daily basis." he voice sounded shaky.
"As my boss, not my girlfriend..."
House saw her lip quiver. She tried to hold back the tears, but one dripped down her face.
"Why are te crying?"
"What a stupid question..." she mumbled under her breath.
"We weren't even in a real relationship. It's not like I'm breaking up with you, just saying that te shouldn't get involved..."
"I just thought that this might..."
His beeper started to beep.
"Damn..."
He stared into her eyes. Usually beautiful, but now red and teary.
"I'm not saying that I don't Amore you. I do. I Amore te Lise. But..." he sighed. "I don't want te to go through what Stacy did." He kissed her cheek and wiped her tears.
Romantic enough.
He grabbed his cane and set off to the OR, there his patient would refuse to gut cut open. Cuddy took off the stilettos and sat on his carpet, just sat for a few moments and got up to face the rest of her day.
This would be the last time they detto goodbye to each other... until 4 years later;
I was Leggere up on opiate withdrawal and apparently te 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 successivo 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 spazio of a horrible 24 ora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every ora o 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 successivo 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 spazio of a horrible 24 ora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every ora o so like before.
Short and simple :)