Later that night House lay in his room, trying to sleep. The pain was so bad! He wanted to cut his own leg off. He screamed a little but it was too silent for anyone to really hear. He took a ducha, ducha de before he went to cama but it did no use because he was all sweaty again.
He tried elevating his leg but that didn’t work. He lay in different positions but no matter where he lay he was in pain. He tried everything that he could but to no avail. He would just have to wait the night out. In the morning Dr. Grey got him out of bed. He hadn’t slept all night.
“How’s the pain buddy?” He asked trying to be nice. “How do tu think it is?” House replied unhappily. “Well, jump in the shower, maybe that’ll help.” He suggeted. House dicho nothing and just massaged his leg. Once Grey left he took a shower. He let the hot water fall down on him. He leaned against the muro for support, trying not to put weight on his bad leg. ‘I wish she was here.’ He thaught to himself, referring to Cuddy. ‘She really did help me forgot about my leg for 30 seconds.’ He thaught again.
He didn’t know how he felt about Cuddy. At times he had a feeling of…love for her and at times he had a feeling of irritation. But then again, the women had perjured herself for him. She had risked her job God only knows how many times for him. She has risked everything for him time after time. She covers his culo on a daily basis and yet she still finds time to run a whole fucking hospital and take care of an infant at home. He owed her BIG time. “I amor her.” He dicho outloud to himself.
After he took his ducha, ducha de it was time for breakfast. The comida sucked at Mayfield but he guessed it could be worse. Today’s breakfast was sloppy eggs, burnt sausages, and a crappy piece of toast. Yum, yum. He sat in his favorito! spot por the window all alone. The window, of course, had bars on them so he couldn’t see as much as he would have liked.
As he ate he watched cars pull in and out of Mayfield and observed the people that come in and out. He saw one car pull in and he thaught the car looked familiar but it was also a popular car. Then she got out. The sun beating down on her dark brown hair making it look shiny as ever. Her tight pencil falda and her tight camisa, camiseta revealing a good amount of cleavage. And then her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked to the entrance.
“House, gotta lady visiter.” Grey told him 2 minutos later. “Oooh, House has a girlfriend.” One of the physc patients dicho laughing histarically and creepily. House walked into the visitors room and saw Cuddy there standing and waitign rather impatiently.
“Hey.” He dicho plainly. “Hey!” She dicho smiling and excited to see him. “Why are tu so happy today?” He asked grumpily. “…I-I don’t know.” She dicho realizing that she was actually happy to see him. He smiled and admired what she was wearing. They sat down siguiente to eachother and she shifted her chair to face him. “What do tu want to talk about today?” He asked. “I don’t know. Why don’t tu mostrar me around.” She suggested. “Grey! I’m gonna mostrar her around. Kay?” He said. “Alright. Promise no trouble?” He asked as they walked out into the cafeteria. “I’ll make sure he stays away from the Vicodin.” Cuddy joked.
They walked down the hall to his room. “Here is where I sleep, cry, puke, and dream about girls with big jugs.” He told her as they stepped into the room. Surprisingly it was clean and neat. It was simple as well. Blue walls, blue curtains, white sheets, and bars on the window.
“Where do tu go to the bathroom?” She asked looking around and noticing no bathroom. “Well aparentley 2 years hace a crazy man killed himself por making a cuchillo out of the toilet paper roll holder so now we go to the community bathroom out in the hall.” He said. “Seriously?” She asked. “No but lets say yes and make it a hell of a lot más interesting.” He sat on his cama and massaged his aching leg…she noticed.
As she sat siguiente to him on the cama she breathed in his scent…it wasn’t him. She loved his collogne that he used to wear. “On a scale from 1-20?” She asked. “…a 16…15 would be pushing it.” He dicho truthfully. “When we are talking if the pain changes just say the number, that way I can see if tu are distracted form the pain o not.” She said.
“16.” He massaged still. “Err…so, have any friends here?” She asked. “Yeah right.” “What do tu do then?” She was becoming curious. “Therapy sucks.” He said. “What do tu do in therapy?” She asked. “Talk about useless shit like how I’m feeling, o who do I spend my time thinking about.” He replied. “How are tu feeling?” She smiled as did he. “Like shit…14.” He said. “Who do tu spend your time thinking about?” She smiled again. “Mostly Wilson and you…and my last hooker 2 years ago.” He said.
“Aww, tu spend your time thinking about Wilson and me?” She dicho pretending to be touched. “…and Tasty.” He joked. “Who do tu miss the most?” She asked. “…I never really thaught that I’d say this but being lonley sucks. When I get out of here I’m going to get a dog o a 24/7 hooker.” He dicho making her laugh a little. “Why don’t tu get a girlfriend?” She asked.
He looked at her and tried to figure out where she was going with this. “You know why I don’t have relationships.” He dicho looking back down at the ground. “Because tu don’t open up?” She guessed. “No, because I’m an ungratful, self-centered, ass…Stacey is messed up so I can understand why she found interest in me.” She looked at him with loving eyes. “Nobody in their right mind would ever amor me again.” He dicho sadly. She wanted to tell him how she felt but she couldn’t…she didn’t have the guts. Instead she grabbed his hand and held on tight. “4.” He dicho after a while of just sitting and holding her hand.
She smiled and got up. “So when we interact physically the pain decreases dramatically.” She noted. “You make it sound dirty.” He joked and she smiled. “I’ll see tu tomorrow, House.” She dicho patting him on the back. He smiled and walked out with her to the cafeteria. “Be good…for me.” She added with a smile before leaving. As soon as she left the pain started to come back.
He sat back down at his breakfast mesa, tabla and watched her leave. In his therapy session he played with some paper clips. The therapist kept talking but he tuned him out. “House, I’ve seen they way tu look at her. I’m making a new step in recovery. tu know that if tu don’t do all the steps tu don’t get out of here. The siguiente step is telling her how tu feel and how tu are sorry for all the things tu have done to hurt her…I’m sure there are many. Don’t do this out of the fact that tu just want to get out but instead of the fact that tu do have feelings for her and that tu care about what tu did.” The Dr. told him. House took a minuto to process this before standing. “Supper time.” He dicho and walked out.
He ate his salsa and biscuits and drank some water before going back to him room. The hot water of the ducha, ducha de seemed to relieve him of stress and help him think but nothing could take away the physical pain. Nothing except for her…his love. He actually got to sleep because he thaught about her to help him sleep.
Later that night Cuddy sat at her couch, Rachel asleep, drinking some wine. She was thinking about how much she missed him. about how much she missed his jokes that she found irritating…did she amor him? ‘Nobody in their right mind would ever amor me again.’ His words repeated in her head. What if she did amor him? After thinking about it and deciding through 3 glasses of wine she called it a night and went to bed.
He tried elevating his leg but that didn’t work. He lay in different positions but no matter where he lay he was in pain. He tried everything that he could but to no avail. He would just have to wait the night out. In the morning Dr. Grey got him out of bed. He hadn’t slept all night.
“How’s the pain buddy?” He asked trying to be nice. “How do tu think it is?” House replied unhappily. “Well, jump in the shower, maybe that’ll help.” He suggeted. House dicho nothing and just massaged his leg. Once Grey left he took a shower. He let the hot water fall down on him. He leaned against the muro for support, trying not to put weight on his bad leg. ‘I wish she was here.’ He thaught to himself, referring to Cuddy. ‘She really did help me forgot about my leg for 30 seconds.’ He thaught again.
He didn’t know how he felt about Cuddy. At times he had a feeling of…love for her and at times he had a feeling of irritation. But then again, the women had perjured herself for him. She had risked her job God only knows how many times for him. She has risked everything for him time after time. She covers his culo on a daily basis and yet she still finds time to run a whole fucking hospital and take care of an infant at home. He owed her BIG time. “I amor her.” He dicho outloud to himself.
After he took his ducha, ducha de it was time for breakfast. The comida sucked at Mayfield but he guessed it could be worse. Today’s breakfast was sloppy eggs, burnt sausages, and a crappy piece of toast. Yum, yum. He sat in his favorito! spot por the window all alone. The window, of course, had bars on them so he couldn’t see as much as he would have liked.
As he ate he watched cars pull in and out of Mayfield and observed the people that come in and out. He saw one car pull in and he thaught the car looked familiar but it was also a popular car. Then she got out. The sun beating down on her dark brown hair making it look shiny as ever. Her tight pencil falda and her tight camisa, camiseta revealing a good amount of cleavage. And then her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked to the entrance.
“House, gotta lady visiter.” Grey told him 2 minutos later. “Oooh, House has a girlfriend.” One of the physc patients dicho laughing histarically and creepily. House walked into the visitors room and saw Cuddy there standing and waitign rather impatiently.
“Hey.” He dicho plainly. “Hey!” She dicho smiling and excited to see him. “Why are tu so happy today?” He asked grumpily. “…I-I don’t know.” She dicho realizing that she was actually happy to see him. He smiled and admired what she was wearing. They sat down siguiente to eachother and she shifted her chair to face him. “What do tu want to talk about today?” He asked. “I don’t know. Why don’t tu mostrar me around.” She suggested. “Grey! I’m gonna mostrar her around. Kay?” He said. “Alright. Promise no trouble?” He asked as they walked out into the cafeteria. “I’ll make sure he stays away from the Vicodin.” Cuddy joked.
They walked down the hall to his room. “Here is where I sleep, cry, puke, and dream about girls with big jugs.” He told her as they stepped into the room. Surprisingly it was clean and neat. It was simple as well. Blue walls, blue curtains, white sheets, and bars on the window.
“Where do tu go to the bathroom?” She asked looking around and noticing no bathroom. “Well aparentley 2 years hace a crazy man killed himself por making a cuchillo out of the toilet paper roll holder so now we go to the community bathroom out in the hall.” He said. “Seriously?” She asked. “No but lets say yes and make it a hell of a lot más interesting.” He sat on his cama and massaged his aching leg…she noticed.
As she sat siguiente to him on the cama she breathed in his scent…it wasn’t him. She loved his collogne that he used to wear. “On a scale from 1-20?” She asked. “…a 16…15 would be pushing it.” He dicho truthfully. “When we are talking if the pain changes just say the number, that way I can see if tu are distracted form the pain o not.” She said.
“16.” He massaged still. “Err…so, have any friends here?” She asked. “Yeah right.” “What do tu do then?” She was becoming curious. “Therapy sucks.” He said. “What do tu do in therapy?” She asked. “Talk about useless shit like how I’m feeling, o who do I spend my time thinking about.” He replied. “How are tu feeling?” She smiled as did he. “Like shit…14.” He said. “Who do tu spend your time thinking about?” She smiled again. “Mostly Wilson and you…and my last hooker 2 years ago.” He said.
“Aww, tu spend your time thinking about Wilson and me?” She dicho pretending to be touched. “…and Tasty.” He joked. “Who do tu miss the most?” She asked. “…I never really thaught that I’d say this but being lonley sucks. When I get out of here I’m going to get a dog o a 24/7 hooker.” He dicho making her laugh a little. “Why don’t tu get a girlfriend?” She asked.
He looked at her and tried to figure out where she was going with this. “You know why I don’t have relationships.” He dicho looking back down at the ground. “Because tu don’t open up?” She guessed. “No, because I’m an ungratful, self-centered, ass…Stacey is messed up so I can understand why she found interest in me.” She looked at him with loving eyes. “Nobody in their right mind would ever amor me again.” He dicho sadly. She wanted to tell him how she felt but she couldn’t…she didn’t have the guts. Instead she grabbed his hand and held on tight. “4.” He dicho after a while of just sitting and holding her hand.
She smiled and got up. “So when we interact physically the pain decreases dramatically.” She noted. “You make it sound dirty.” He joked and she smiled. “I’ll see tu tomorrow, House.” She dicho patting him on the back. He smiled and walked out with her to the cafeteria. “Be good…for me.” She added with a smile before leaving. As soon as she left the pain started to come back.
He sat back down at his breakfast mesa, tabla and watched her leave. In his therapy session he played with some paper clips. The therapist kept talking but he tuned him out. “House, I’ve seen they way tu look at her. I’m making a new step in recovery. tu know that if tu don’t do all the steps tu don’t get out of here. The siguiente step is telling her how tu feel and how tu are sorry for all the things tu have done to hurt her…I’m sure there are many. Don’t do this out of the fact that tu just want to get out but instead of the fact that tu do have feelings for her and that tu care about what tu did.” The Dr. told him. House took a minuto to process this before standing. “Supper time.” He dicho and walked out.
He ate his salsa and biscuits and drank some water before going back to him room. The hot water of the ducha, ducha de seemed to relieve him of stress and help him think but nothing could take away the physical pain. Nothing except for her…his love. He actually got to sleep because he thaught about her to help him sleep.
Later that night Cuddy sat at her couch, Rachel asleep, drinking some wine. She was thinking about how much she missed him. about how much she missed his jokes that she found irritating…did she amor him? ‘Nobody in their right mind would ever amor me again.’ His words repeated in her head. What if she did amor him? After thinking about it and deciding through 3 glasses of wine she called it a night and went to bed.