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 maswali 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 inayofuata to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are wewe 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 wewe could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He alisema 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 wewe two were close, even zaidi than I was with her.”
“Yet wewe cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House alisema standing up, he was ready to go nyumbani and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when wewe two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. wewe 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 saa ago. He sat down in her kitanda looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Lost zaidi 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 maswali 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 inayofuata to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are wewe 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 wewe could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He alisema 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 wewe two were close, even zaidi than I was with her.”
“Yet wewe cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House alisema standing up, he was ready to go nyumbani and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when wewe two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. wewe 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 saa ago. He sat down in her kitanda looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Lost zaidi than half of his soul.
