Wilson and House were on the living room, they had watched how the paramedics took her away.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many vragen rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands volgende to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are u gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time u could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He zei changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but u two were close, even meer than I was with her.”
“Yet u cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House zei standing up, he was ready to go home pagina and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when u two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. u need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an uur ago. He sat down in her bed looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just lost meer than half of his soul.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many vragen rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands volgende to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are u gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time u could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He zei changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but u two were close, even meer than I was with her.”
“Yet u cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House zei standing up, he was ready to go home pagina and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when u two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. u need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an uur ago. He sat down in her bed looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just lost meer than half of his soul.
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.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
