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 tabelle she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature orange pill bottle, empty.
Von 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 Schmetterlinge 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 Schreiben 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 Du last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, Du 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 Du go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both Du and Cuddy.”
“But Du care Mehr 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 oben, nach oben 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 gegeben 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 Du should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before Du 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 jacke pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my tabelle this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was gegeben to Du four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain Du are going through, oder you’re taking a hell of a lot Mehr 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 Du to reduce how many Du 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 oder what Du are…right now, Du don’t have any control over you’re doses. Du 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 Du have to say, then Du 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 tabelle she saw it was seven o’clock in the morning. The other thing that caught her eye was that signature orange pill bottle, empty.
Von 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 Schmetterlinge 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 Schreiben 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 Du last week is sufficient.”
House let out a frustrated sigh, before he stood up. “House, Du 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 Du go back to double dosing with your Vicodin. Soon enough, you’re going to crash. Hurting both Du and Cuddy.”
“But Du care Mehr 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 oben, nach oben 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 gegeben 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 Du should go check out the blood clot, somewhere in his body, before Du 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 jacke pocket.
“I didn’t know the pills came separately.”
“You left this on my tabelle this morning.”
House gave a cheeky look, up at Cuddy, who didn’t return the favour.
“This was gegeben to Du four days ago. Either you’re good at hiding the extreme pain Du are going through, oder you’re taking a hell of a lot Mehr 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 Du to reduce how many Du 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 oder what Du are…right now, Du don’t have any control over you’re doses. Du 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 Du have to say, then Du 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.
When does Liebe become something we need, rather than something we want? Liebe was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Liebe is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Liebe is common currency when Du are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older Du get. Do we not care about the substance of what Liebe was and not what it has been made into today Von commercialisation from American Filme and Fernsehen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Liebe for real, can we Kommentar and judge others who are in Love. Liebe means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Liebe is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Liebe is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.