The birds chirping outside, and the sun shining on her face, woke Cuddy up. The storm clouds had moved on, from Cuddy’s window as she turned on her side, she could see faint rainbow.
“House?” She called out to an empty room, when she looked at the clock on her bedside tavolo she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature arancia, arancio pill bottle, empty.
da the time Cuddy had woken up, House was already at home. He had changed clothes, and was slightly happier than usual once more. With a smirk on his face, he left his apartment for work.
Cuddy managed to get out of bed, and hopped into the shower. All she could think of was what happened last night, his hands softly caressing her as he kissed her neck. She couldn’t help but smile and break out into a spontaneous giggle. It was hard to remember that it was House she was getting farfalle over, a man who was never true to himself about how he felt, someone who would cut anyone with a quick shot of sarcasm.
When Cuddy had dressed for work, she picked up the empty Vicodin bottle from her bedside table, and she held it in her hand. Her feelings were pushed to the back of her mind when it sunk in, that if she were ever to have a relationship with House. It wouldn’t just be the two of them; it’d be Cuddy, House and his addiction. Deep down, Cuddy knew that if push comes to shove House would choose Vicodin over her. Cuddy put the bottle in her pocket, before she left.
*
House, who was on a mission, stormed Wilson’s office. “I need a ‘script.” Wilson didn’t stop Scrivere on his patient’s chart.
“I said, I need a ‘script.” Wilson looked up; House was sitting un-patiently on the chair in front. “You don’t need another bottle of Vicodin. The one wrote for te last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, te can’t abuse this new thing with Cuddy and your Vicodin.” House turned back, and waited for Wilson to elaborate further.
“You feel happier when you’re with her, then once that passes te go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both te and Cuddy.”
“But te care più about her.” Wilson hesitated at House’s statement, before House left.
When he left Wilson’s office, Cuddy came out of the elevator at the same time.
“Good morning.” Cuddy found his higher than high happiness awkward to process. House entered the outer office, with his team handing him a file as he entered, Foreman looked on as Cuddy joined House at the superiore, in alto of the table.
“Our new patient was doing a sky dive, suffered momentary paralysis mid air but managed to land safely.” Thirteen and Taub stayed focused on the patient, but Foreman had other things on his mind.
“Why is Cuddy here?” Foreman, sitting on the opposite end of the table, asked with a curious look on his face.
“She’s finally dato in to the magnetism.” House smirked at the inside joke, whilst Cuddy tried to distance herself from it.
“Actually, I’m here because I can be here.” Cuddy gave a stern look at Foreman, who took the hint and backed away.
“So I’m guessing te should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before te dissect me and my woman.” House turned and walked into his office. Cuddy had to give a pissed off look to divert their attention from the obvious, even though House’s words were laced in sarcasm.
House put his backpack on the ground before sitting at his desk. Cuddy followed, and took the empty Vicodin bottle out of her giacca pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my tavolo this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was dato to te four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain te are going through, o you’re taking a hell of a lot più than usual.”
“Tolerance. It’s getting higher.” House seemed genuinely honest about it, but Cuddy didn’t want her emotions to get in the way of her lecture, since she was protecting House.
“I want te to reduce how many te take.” Cuddy stood her ground; her determination to help House gain control over his addiction was her main priority.
“You’re not happy with who I am? Then that’s you’re problem, don’t make it mine.”
“I couldn’t care less who o what te are…right now, te don’t have any control over you’re doses. te need to understand the consequences.”
House waited, Cuddy stood anxiously waiting for his retort.
“I would know if I Lost control. So if that’s all te have to say, then te can leave.”
House broke off the conversation; Cuddy shook her head in disappointment before she left. House turned back to watch her leave, with a look of frustration at himself. Glancing at the empty pill bottle in front of him, he reached for his secret stash and swallowed the two pills. He had Lost control, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him admit it, not even to himself.
“House?” She called out to an empty room, when she looked at the clock on her bedside tavolo she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature arancia, arancio pill bottle, empty.
da the time Cuddy had woken up, House was already at home. He had changed clothes, and was slightly happier than usual once more. With a smirk on his face, he left his apartment for work.
Cuddy managed to get out of bed, and hopped into the shower. All she could think of was what happened last night, his hands softly caressing her as he kissed her neck. She couldn’t help but smile and break out into a spontaneous giggle. It was hard to remember that it was House she was getting farfalle over, a man who was never true to himself about how he felt, someone who would cut anyone with a quick shot of sarcasm.
When Cuddy had dressed for work, she picked up the empty Vicodin bottle from her bedside table, and she held it in her hand. Her feelings were pushed to the back of her mind when it sunk in, that if she were ever to have a relationship with House. It wouldn’t just be the two of them; it’d be Cuddy, House and his addiction. Deep down, Cuddy knew that if push comes to shove House would choose Vicodin over her. Cuddy put the bottle in her pocket, before she left.
*
House, who was on a mission, stormed Wilson’s office. “I need a ‘script.” Wilson didn’t stop Scrivere on his patient’s chart.
“I said, I need a ‘script.” Wilson looked up; House was sitting un-patiently on the chair in front. “You don’t need another bottle of Vicodin. The one wrote for te last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, te can’t abuse this new thing with Cuddy and your Vicodin.” House turned back, and waited for Wilson to elaborate further.
“You feel happier when you’re with her, then once that passes te go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both te and Cuddy.”
“But te care più about her.” Wilson hesitated at House’s statement, before House left.
When he left Wilson’s office, Cuddy came out of the elevator at the same time.
“Good morning.” Cuddy found his higher than high happiness awkward to process. House entered the outer office, with his team handing him a file as he entered, Foreman looked on as Cuddy joined House at the superiore, in alto of the table.
“Our new patient was doing a sky dive, suffered momentary paralysis mid air but managed to land safely.” Thirteen and Taub stayed focused on the patient, but Foreman had other things on his mind.
“Why is Cuddy here?” Foreman, sitting on the opposite end of the table, asked with a curious look on his face.
“She’s finally dato in to the magnetism.” House smirked at the inside joke, whilst Cuddy tried to distance herself from it.
“Actually, I’m here because I can be here.” Cuddy gave a stern look at Foreman, who took the hint and backed away.
“So I’m guessing te should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before te dissect me and my woman.” House turned and walked into his office. Cuddy had to give a pissed off look to divert their attention from the obvious, even though House’s words were laced in sarcasm.
House put his backpack on the ground before sitting at his desk. Cuddy followed, and took the empty Vicodin bottle out of her giacca pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my tavolo this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was dato to te four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain te are going through, o you’re taking a hell of a lot più than usual.”
“Tolerance. It’s getting higher.” House seemed genuinely honest about it, but Cuddy didn’t want her emotions to get in the way of her lecture, since she was protecting House.
“I want te to reduce how many te take.” Cuddy stood her ground; her determination to help House gain control over his addiction was her main priority.
“You’re not happy with who I am? Then that’s you’re problem, don’t make it mine.”
“I couldn’t care less who o what te are…right now, te don’t have any control over you’re doses. te need to understand the consequences.”
House waited, Cuddy stood anxiously waiting for his retort.
“I would know if I Lost control. So if that’s all te have to say, then te can leave.”
House broke off the conversation; Cuddy shook her head in disappointment before she left. House turned back to watch her leave, with a look of frustration at himself. Glancing at the empty pill bottle in front of him, he reached for his secret stash and swallowed the two pills. He had Lost control, but his stubbornness wouldn’t let him admit it, not even to himself.
Sorry guys. I can't contunue Scrivere this as I have gotten bored Scrivere this... :( Don't get pissed at me but I can tell te how it ends.
I was thinking of having a nice but simple wedding between the two, but just as they've detto i do, i was thinking of cuddy going into labour right then and there.
House and cuddy would live with their baby boy (greg jr. much to house's dissapointment) for around 2 years before cuddy was in a fatal car crash.
Sorry guys but i just couldn't write anymore...i will be posting different articoli in this spot tho, so don't worry I haven't abandoned you!!!
XXXX sorry
huddy_aimee
I was thinking of having a nice but simple wedding between the two, but just as they've detto i do, i was thinking of cuddy going into labour right then and there.
House and cuddy would live with their baby boy (greg jr. much to house's dissapointment) for around 2 years before cuddy was in a fatal car crash.
Sorry guys but i just couldn't write anymore...i will be posting different articoli in this spot tho, so don't worry I haven't abandoned you!!!
XXXX sorry
huddy_aimee
I hope te like it and I'd Amore some commenti and criticism.
Ruins
Once I was whole.
Then I bursted
painlessly
unconsciously
indifferently
but I did.
Now I stand in front
the ruins
of myself
and remain silent
in amazement.
A shadow on a wall
Without turning around
I know
it is you.
Why are te here?
Did te follow me?
Have te come here
to examine
the frutta of your labour?
And then I realize
te suffered
the same.
Both of us were not made
to win
in this game.
The shattered pieces
are not replaceable
not even
to be found.
So both of us
remain silent
and keep on
staring at the ground.