Cuddy & House & THE CANE

House laid down on the deep brown leather chaise-long, his therapist was a woman; he observed as she finished a call on her phone, her high waist green tweed rock with matching jacke and high collared white shirt. He had forgotten how much he missed the risqué ness of Cuddy’s wardrobe. House’s eyes narrowed at the smirk that appeared on her face as she twisted the cord around her wrinkled and translucent fingers.

“We have to talk later, I have a patient.” She smiled weakly at the response on the other end, before hanging up and brushing herself off. Her eyes re-focused back on House,...

House was sitting in Wilson’s office, twirling his cane around in his fingers. Too lazy to go Home that night House had just gone into Wilson’s office had slept on his couch. Although not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement, it had gegeben House time to think. About life. About his hallucinations, which had strangely vanished. About Cuddy. About how much he loved her.
    The door opened and Cuddy poked her head through. “I thought I’d find Du here,” she said, stepping into the room. House sagte nothing and scooted over as Cuddy sat Weiter to him. “Why did...

As I am walking the strand I listen to the waves crash upon the shore. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face. For the moment the beast inside is quieted. That inner voice that has told me all my life I am not good enough and I can never be “one of them.” That voice that reminds me when Du open your herz Du get hurt. It was only for the moment though that the beast was resting. I knew that I had to deal with the rage and the anger that I had managed to keep barely underneath the surface for all this time. All my crutches were gone. The vicodin, the hookers, and even the cases didn’t...

It was all in slow motion. I saw their four faces, and then fell back, falling stories from the ground. I saw all their faces over the ledge as I descended. The air below me waved my arms and legs around as I came plunging--merely Sekunden before impact, a whisper appeared to echo in my ear....

I Liebe you, House

Then--

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--Yes...Falling stories from above, I came down for the last few Sekunden very gracefully. Not onto cement--a bed.
A bed. A bed. I was right.
As long as I stayed there, I slowly began to hear, smell, and feel all my surroundings. I began to feel a pain--I felt...

A/N: I have no clue what chapter this story will end on but, if I have some ideas I will continue.And about Rachel, she is not gonna be in this....


After about 2 hours of trying to soothe Cuddy in her office, Cameron was paged back to the ER.

Cuddy was exhausted from the days tragedies, and she was about to cry herself to some disturbed sleep, when a nurse came into the room.

" Oh! I'm sorry Dr.Cuddy, I was looking for Dr.Cameron. To tell her Dr.House is back from Surgery and is in the Post-Op room."

" Thanks." Cuddy sagte to the nurse.

When the nurse went away, Cuddy went to her Office bathroom...

Two days had passed, and it was now two o’clock in the morning. House was at home, sitting with a blanket wrapped around himself as he broke out into cold sweats. The price for going back to his old ways, his body was playing catch-up to his addiction issues. His face was grey, his trembling hands and feeling of nausea were easier to deal with than if he was in a full-blown detox. Losing time, and trying to stop the room from spinning around him, House fell back into the sofa.

A faint sound of knocking on his door, echoed deep in his mind, the loud sound of footsteps approaching unnerved him....