They just laid on the floor in complete silence. He was completely wide awake. He just watched her in a daze as her head rested on his arm. She almost looked, tenderly drowsy.
"You still awake.." She asked sleepily.
"Yeah. You?" he asked sarcastically.
She laughed. She attempted to wake herself up. She blinked a few times to get a clearer picture of him.
"It's already six?" She exclaimed looking at his watch.
"We're not going to work."
"Yes we are."
She began to get up from the floor, covering herself in his sheets but he tugged on them and she fell back right on top, boven of him.
"Oh! Damn." He felt slight pain, but it didn't last.
"I hate you." She snarled at him, giving him that cute glare of hers.
"Oh stop that."
"You need to sleep and I have to get to work in an hour."
"We need to sleep and people need to get to work."
She sighed and put her chin on his chest. Her hair fell on both sides of his torso as they just stared at each other in the brief darkness. The sun was beginning to rise.
"Why are we like this?"
House just looked at her curiously. It came out of nowhere.
"How can we just have sex and forget about it?"
"Because it's us? We do stupid--things like this."
"I just. Two people, employer-employee, good friends--it doesn't add up to sex."
"Any two beings that are the opposite gender add up to sex."
She stared at him. Then she pulled the sheets around her again and sat up against the wall.
"When did our relationship get so complex?"
"It's always been swimming beneath the surface. It had to break through sometime. But if you're afraid of something, don't. I don't think I will end up pursuing this. If I thought it would go somewhere, this would be the last place we would have sex."
She smiled. This is what she liked most about their relationship. They had been together for so long that it never really mattered what they did, what they say of how they reacted. It was all just--a formula that they would constantly follow. It never changed.
She stood up again, wrapping herself in the sheets and pulling back any loose ends so that he couldn't reach.
"I need to go to work. Go to sleep."
She kind of just stared at him at the door for a second. She held his sheets close.
"Good night, House."
"Good morning, Cuddy."
And she walked out, biting the smile on her face.
He was slightly disappointed. It hurt a little to watch her walk away like that. Usually, that's his job. But not this time.
A few doors opened and closed and then she was gone. The house was filled with light, but it was empty. It had a hollow feeling. Causing supposedly House's good night's rest into a whole other complication.
"You still awake.." She asked sleepily.
"Yeah. You?" he asked sarcastically.
She laughed. She attempted to wake herself up. She blinked a few times to get a clearer picture of him.
"It's already six?" She exclaimed looking at his watch.
"We're not going to work."
"Yes we are."
She began to get up from the floor, covering herself in his sheets but he tugged on them and she fell back right on top, boven of him.
"Oh! Damn." He felt slight pain, but it didn't last.
"I hate you." She snarled at him, giving him that cute glare of hers.
"Oh stop that."
"You need to sleep and I have to get to work in an hour."
"We need to sleep and people need to get to work."
She sighed and put her chin on his chest. Her hair fell on both sides of his torso as they just stared at each other in the brief darkness. The sun was beginning to rise.
"Why are we like this?"
House just looked at her curiously. It came out of nowhere.
"How can we just have sex and forget about it?"
"Because it's us? We do stupid--things like this."
"I just. Two people, employer-employee, good friends--it doesn't add up to sex."
"Any two beings that are the opposite gender add up to sex."
She stared at him. Then she pulled the sheets around her again and sat up against the wall.
"When did our relationship get so complex?"
"It's always been swimming beneath the surface. It had to break through sometime. But if you're afraid of something, don't. I don't think I will end up pursuing this. If I thought it would go somewhere, this would be the last place we would have sex."
She smiled. This is what she liked most about their relationship. They had been together for so long that it never really mattered what they did, what they say of how they reacted. It was all just--a formula that they would constantly follow. It never changed.
She stood up again, wrapping herself in the sheets and pulling back any loose ends so that he couldn't reach.
"I need to go to work. Go to sleep."
She kind of just stared at him at the door for a second. She held his sheets close.
"Good night, House."
"Good morning, Cuddy."
And she walked out, biting the smile on her face.
He was slightly disappointed. It hurt a little to watch her walk away like that. Usually, that's his job. But not this time.
A few doors opened and closed and then she was gone. The house was filled with light, but it was empty. It had a hollow feeling. Causing supposedly House's good night's rest into a whole other complication.
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently u can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the volgende morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 uur detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every uur of so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the volgende morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 uur detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every uur of so like before.
Short and simple :)