I need to talk with someone.. With Wilson. I need him to ask him.. If he already hasn´t said. It would look weird.. Like.. That I´m interested on her.. I need plan. HOW to approach them?
House was in a common room. Other patients were playing some games together, but he just sat and thought about.. well, again about Wilson and Cuddy.
Did Wilson do it? Maybe if he did, she´d want to talk with him as soon as possible. of she wouldn´t talk with him for rest of her life. of other options, which he didn´t know. But if Wilson didn´t.. House should tell it to her first. But again, HOW?
He bowed his head and looked on his cane; only thing which they left to him for his ´holidays´ here.
Suddenly he had feeling that he saw Cuddy. He fast turned his head to person, about which he thought was Cuddy. But it was just a nurse with brown curly hair. His expression in face changed from ´excited´ to ´unhappy´.
Nurse: "Mr. House, u don´t want to play games with the others?"
H: "I´ve always wished to play Scrabble with some crazy persons," zei sarcastically and looked from window. It was something around 7 pm, he guessed. He saw the sunset.
Right now, she is watching it too. He was sure.
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"Don´t cry, my little princess, OK? Look, do u see the sunset?"
Cuddy had a dag off. She was too exhausted because of House´s thing. She wanted to relax, but Rachel didn´t want. Cuddy lapped her and went to window. The sunset was so beautiful.
What is he doing right now?
Rachel evidently didn´t like the sunset, so she started refuse to be at rest.
"Tomorrow you´ll see Lena (a nanny), mommy will be away.." Cuddy looked out from the wondow on sunset. "I hope."
Cuddy closed her eyes and imagined House sitting in empty room.
Be strong, House. You´ll manage that.
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6.. 0.. 3..
He had a cell phone. He stal it from one nurse´s bag.
He was sitting on his bed in empty bedroom. His roommate was probably in the common room, so he was alone.
8.. 2..
House stopped dial the number. Cuddy´s number.
Does she really want to know it? Do I want she to know? I don´t know how she will react..
He was sitting in silence.
No. He couldn´t do it.
Angry at himself, he took the phone and threw it against the wall.
"Damn!"
House was in a common room. Other patients were playing some games together, but he just sat and thought about.. well, again about Wilson and Cuddy.
Did Wilson do it? Maybe if he did, she´d want to talk with him as soon as possible. of she wouldn´t talk with him for rest of her life. of other options, which he didn´t know. But if Wilson didn´t.. House should tell it to her first. But again, HOW?
He bowed his head and looked on his cane; only thing which they left to him for his ´holidays´ here.
Suddenly he had feeling that he saw Cuddy. He fast turned his head to person, about which he thought was Cuddy. But it was just a nurse with brown curly hair. His expression in face changed from ´excited´ to ´unhappy´.
Nurse: "Mr. House, u don´t want to play games with the others?"
H: "I´ve always wished to play Scrabble with some crazy persons," zei sarcastically and looked from window. It was something around 7 pm, he guessed. He saw the sunset.
Right now, she is watching it too. He was sure.
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"Don´t cry, my little princess, OK? Look, do u see the sunset?"
Cuddy had a dag off. She was too exhausted because of House´s thing. She wanted to relax, but Rachel didn´t want. Cuddy lapped her and went to window. The sunset was so beautiful.
What is he doing right now?
Rachel evidently didn´t like the sunset, so she started refuse to be at rest.
"Tomorrow you´ll see Lena (a nanny), mommy will be away.." Cuddy looked out from the wondow on sunset. "I hope."
Cuddy closed her eyes and imagined House sitting in empty room.
Be strong, House. You´ll manage that.
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6.. 0.. 3..
He had a cell phone. He stal it from one nurse´s bag.
He was sitting on his bed in empty bedroom. His roommate was probably in the common room, so he was alone.
8.. 2..
House stopped dial the number. Cuddy´s number.
Does she really want to know it? Do I want she to know? I don´t know how she will react..
He was sitting in silence.
No. He couldn´t do it.
Angry at himself, he took the phone and threw it against the wall.
"Damn!"
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when u are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older u get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today door commercialisation from American films and televisie commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we commentaar and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love 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.