The sun rose across New Jersey, and Cuddy had just woken up alone in her bed, again.
I can’t believe that I have to go to work this morning when I feel like crap, and I’m not exactly having a good hair day.
Cuddy looked in the long mirror volgende to her bed; she shook the tight curls with her hand before sighing and making her way to her bathroom.
House was sprawled across his double bed, sheets slipping off the sides and onto the hardwood floor. The alarm went off for the third time, and yet again he hit the snooze button.
Why can’t I just have a lie in this morning? Oh wait, I do every morning.
House dragged his ezel out of bed, and made his way to his bathroom; turning on the douche before looking in his bathroom mirror and rubbing his rough beard.
He dunked his hand underneath the flowing water to check the temperature, and then undressed before climbing under.
Cuddy neatly placed the folded scented bath towels from the hamper, before she turned on the bath taps. Cuddy methodically set out her deodorant, perfume and make-up bag across the counter to the side of the bathtub. Cuddy took off her pyjamas and threw them into the basket before slipping into a silk bathrobe. Cuddy smiled and closed her eyes as the steam from the hot bath smothered her face giving it a warm glow. Dipping one toe in first, she then sunk into the lukewarm deep tub.
House had picked up his sky blue overhemd, shirt from the top, boven of the bed, and completed his dishevelled look. House never made coffee in the morning; he’d always get one of his lackeys to make it when he got to the office.
I hope I catch her as I arrive late, that’s when she is around the clinic. Maybe she’ll notice me and give me that warm smile she has of a morning.
House put his leather jas one before grabbing his cane, and locking the door behind him as he left.
Cuddy kissed Rachel goodbye, as Tammy the nanny sat in the rocking chair. Cuddy smiled and stroked Rachel’s barely there brown hair, before grabbing her aktentas, werkmap and leaving in a rush.
I hope I see him. Its around about the time he gets in, and I hope he gives me that look that melts my hart-, hart and makes me smile.
*
The electronic doors swung open, as House entered the Hospital. Cuddy was at the reception bureau and she spun around and caught House’s eye.
My eyes were focused on the ground, as I moved slowly into the hospital. Then my eye’s wandered until they caught a thin black, highest of high heel. I slowly lifted my gaze and saw those legs I knew off door heart; her perfection blinded me until she spun around. In slow motion, her black curls floated off of her shoulders door the wind from the opening of the doors I had just walked through. I could tell that she noticed me, our eyes connected before she gave me that smile.
I thought I had missed him, I thought I was too late to see him before he locked on to another patient. Then I heard the doors open behind me, and I felt the cold air engulf me. I closed my eyes and hoped it was him; I spun around and there he was. His blue eyes wide open, expecting something from me; and I meer than willingly gave him what he wanted. I smiled and tilted my head, and he did the same.
“Morning.” His voice made me quiver. I paused.
“Good morning.” Her words alleviated my pain for just a second, before I looked away, too afraid, to let her inside.
House walked past her, as she continued to watch him before she too left for her office.
The elevator ride was a quiet sanctuary where I could think of her. I analysed every minuut detail. From the sadness in her eyes, to the awkward body language; which was only a reflection of my own.
Cuddy put her aktentas, werkmap on that desk. Her body relaxed as she took off her jas and sat in her chair. Her mind wandered, and found House for the third time this morning. Her daydream took her to a scene, where he held her close and told her ‘everything will be okay.” she then closed her eyes and a lone tear fell, another chance lost. Another regret.
I could have done so much more, meer than a smile. Why did I make things so difficult? If only he had a hold of my thoughts as well as my heart. If only he knew that the missing piece was him. One day, that is all I can hold onto. There is always tomorrow.
I can’t believe that I have to go to work this morning when I feel like crap, and I’m not exactly having a good hair day.
Cuddy looked in the long mirror volgende to her bed; she shook the tight curls with her hand before sighing and making her way to her bathroom.
House was sprawled across his double bed, sheets slipping off the sides and onto the hardwood floor. The alarm went off for the third time, and yet again he hit the snooze button.
Why can’t I just have a lie in this morning? Oh wait, I do every morning.
House dragged his ezel out of bed, and made his way to his bathroom; turning on the douche before looking in his bathroom mirror and rubbing his rough beard.
He dunked his hand underneath the flowing water to check the temperature, and then undressed before climbing under.
Cuddy neatly placed the folded scented bath towels from the hamper, before she turned on the bath taps. Cuddy methodically set out her deodorant, perfume and make-up bag across the counter to the side of the bathtub. Cuddy took off her pyjamas and threw them into the basket before slipping into a silk bathrobe. Cuddy smiled and closed her eyes as the steam from the hot bath smothered her face giving it a warm glow. Dipping one toe in first, she then sunk into the lukewarm deep tub.
House had picked up his sky blue overhemd, shirt from the top, boven of the bed, and completed his dishevelled look. House never made coffee in the morning; he’d always get one of his lackeys to make it when he got to the office.
I hope I catch her as I arrive late, that’s when she is around the clinic. Maybe she’ll notice me and give me that warm smile she has of a morning.
House put his leather jas one before grabbing his cane, and locking the door behind him as he left.
Cuddy kissed Rachel goodbye, as Tammy the nanny sat in the rocking chair. Cuddy smiled and stroked Rachel’s barely there brown hair, before grabbing her aktentas, werkmap and leaving in a rush.
I hope I see him. Its around about the time he gets in, and I hope he gives me that look that melts my hart-, hart and makes me smile.
*
The electronic doors swung open, as House entered the Hospital. Cuddy was at the reception bureau and she spun around and caught House’s eye.
My eyes were focused on the ground, as I moved slowly into the hospital. Then my eye’s wandered until they caught a thin black, highest of high heel. I slowly lifted my gaze and saw those legs I knew off door heart; her perfection blinded me until she spun around. In slow motion, her black curls floated off of her shoulders door the wind from the opening of the doors I had just walked through. I could tell that she noticed me, our eyes connected before she gave me that smile.
I thought I had missed him, I thought I was too late to see him before he locked on to another patient. Then I heard the doors open behind me, and I felt the cold air engulf me. I closed my eyes and hoped it was him; I spun around and there he was. His blue eyes wide open, expecting something from me; and I meer than willingly gave him what he wanted. I smiled and tilted my head, and he did the same.
“Morning.” His voice made me quiver. I paused.
“Good morning.” Her words alleviated my pain for just a second, before I looked away, too afraid, to let her inside.
House walked past her, as she continued to watch him before she too left for her office.
The elevator ride was a quiet sanctuary where I could think of her. I analysed every minuut detail. From the sadness in her eyes, to the awkward body language; which was only a reflection of my own.
Cuddy put her aktentas, werkmap on that desk. Her body relaxed as she took off her jas and sat in her chair. Her mind wandered, and found House for the third time this morning. Her daydream took her to a scene, where he held her close and told her ‘everything will be okay.” she then closed her eyes and a lone tear fell, another chance lost. Another regret.
I could have done so much more, meer than a smile. Why did I make things so difficult? If only he had a hold of my thoughts as well as my heart. If only he knew that the missing piece was him. One day, that is all I can hold onto. There is always tomorrow.