huddy

"Wilson!"

House had barged into Wilson's office and found him sprawled out across his couch. Mouth wide open, and arms stretched about. He switched the lights on and Wilson flinched, and began to sit upright. He rubbed his face and stared blankly at him.

"What?"
"Didn't get enough sleep I see."
"Yeah, you?"
"Slept like a baby."
"How, the thunder was terrible last night."
"I had my ways."
Wilson looked at him curiously.
"Which would be?"
"How long te been asleep?"

He had looked away from him, trying hard to avoid the subject. Which brought Wilson to a greater suspicion.

"A while." Wilson spoke slowly.
"Surprised...

Is it really necessary
every single day?
Making me so ordinary
In every possible way

Raindrops were being sent furiously against the fragile windows. The storm had started back in the afternoon. The miserable windows didn’t have escape, they had fought the raindrops fierce but they were stronger. It was a shame how little da little the storm had taken all the strength within the crystal windows. At the end they gave in and crashed with a muffle sound.

Cuddy was awoken da the crash that mixed with the thunders. She walked out of her room, barefoot, feeling the crackling wood. She could feel...