Weeks have passed since House’s initial detox. The pain’s getting worst as the days goes kwa and with that, he himself is deteriorating inside. There’s nothing new with the feeling of being alone, what’s new is that finally, he accepted that indeed he is.
Wilson was surprised to see his friend after two months. House isn’t House anymore. No zaidi arrogant son of a bitch, kahaba and he is no longer a jerk but he turned into a sorry bastard who won’t believe in his own intellect and abilities. His eyes weren’t the same piercing blue eyes but it’s like those bloody ones that you’ll see only in a thriller movie.
Wilson: Feeling okay now? <House his head> Keep working it, it will be…
Silence owned them. House’s eyes never met Wilson’s gaze since he sat down. All he stared at is his hand in front of him, holding the other.
House: I am really that pathetic, am I?
Wilson: What?
House looked at Wilson and tilted his head to let Wilson figure out what he means.
Wilson: The rehab ---- it’s working, isn’t it?
House: I’m clean for about five to six weeks now but I feel like hell…
Wilson: It’s part of it…
House sighed and tried to smile. His gaze walked past kwa Wilson as the “Cuddy” image, with Amber holding her arms, appeared on the visitor’s area doorway. Wilson, who was alarmed kwa his gesture, also looked at the doorway but see nothing. House stood up as he removed his IV tube and needle from his hand.
Wilson: <Looked at House with wide eyes> House… What the hell are wewe ---
House began walking to the door, to the “Cuddy” image he thought was real. Wilson stood up as well.
Wilson: Get back here and get back your ----
House: I don’t want her to see my like this…
In House’s mind, the “Cuddy” image, still with Amber, began to walk out again from his sight. He hurriedly walked after it and Wilson came after him and grabbed his arm that made him stop. He turned to look at Wilson and he was panting quite hard.
Wilson: Are wewe okay?
House: <Stammered> Yah…
Wilson: Seriously? What did wewe see?
House: It’s just another hallucination… --- It’s gone now…
He swallowed deep and looked at the hallway where he thought Amber and the “Cuddy” image walked on.
That evening, House was lying on his kitanda while twirling his cane like a baton in the air. Amber was seated on his chair looking at him.
Amber: wewe are really pathetic…
House: Would wewe shut up?
Amber: I would… ----
Amber stood up and walked seductively towards him. She stayed beside him and whispered softly in his ear.
Amber: If wewe told Wilson who wewe saw this morning…
She smiled another sinister smile as House turned to look at her letting his hand stopped twirling the cane above him. He followed where Amber’s eyes are laid on. His moyo skipped a beat when he saw Cuddy, with Wilson who was talking with Dr. Pitt, outside staring at him with few steps away from his room.
Amber: So…
House looked at Amber.
Amber: Do wewe think it’s real this time au another piece of your life-long fantasy?
House sighed and began to walk to stand up a few inches from his glass wall. He stood there for a while exchanging stares with Cuddy.
Cuddy: <Whispery> House…
Wilson and Dr. Pitt stopped talking and looked at House who got the blind shutter string.
Amber: If wewe think the person staring at wewe belongs to the world I am in, close it… But if wewe chose to believe the other way, you’re still a pathetic loser…
House hardly pulled the string and the blinds were closed at once. Cuddy and the two men exchanged looks with each other as House’s silhouette shows he went back to his bed.
Cuddy: <To Dr. Pitt> What was that?
Dr. Pitt: That’s actually the first time that he’s done that…
Wilson: wewe think it’s okay?
Dr. Pitt: Well, I’m not saying it is but he’s already fine and clean from Vicodin. He’s finished with his detox but he admitted that he’s still having some hallucinations…
Cuddy: And wewe figured out that he just hallucinated again?
Dr. Pitt: Maybe he thought you’re a hallucination again…
Wilson looked at Cuddy with eyes ready to ask her about something.
Wilson: He’s hallucinating you?
Wilson tilted his head waiting for Cuddy to answer him but Cuddy didn’t bother to.
Wilson was surprised to see his friend after two months. House isn’t House anymore. No zaidi arrogant son of a bitch, kahaba and he is no longer a jerk but he turned into a sorry bastard who won’t believe in his own intellect and abilities. His eyes weren’t the same piercing blue eyes but it’s like those bloody ones that you’ll see only in a thriller movie.
Wilson: Feeling okay now? <House his head> Keep working it, it will be…
Silence owned them. House’s eyes never met Wilson’s gaze since he sat down. All he stared at is his hand in front of him, holding the other.
House: I am really that pathetic, am I?
Wilson: What?
House looked at Wilson and tilted his head to let Wilson figure out what he means.
Wilson: The rehab ---- it’s working, isn’t it?
House: I’m clean for about five to six weeks now but I feel like hell…
Wilson: It’s part of it…
House sighed and tried to smile. His gaze walked past kwa Wilson as the “Cuddy” image, with Amber holding her arms, appeared on the visitor’s area doorway. Wilson, who was alarmed kwa his gesture, also looked at the doorway but see nothing. House stood up as he removed his IV tube and needle from his hand.
Wilson: <Looked at House with wide eyes> House… What the hell are wewe ---
House began walking to the door, to the “Cuddy” image he thought was real. Wilson stood up as well.
Wilson: Get back here and get back your ----
House: I don’t want her to see my like this…
In House’s mind, the “Cuddy” image, still with Amber, began to walk out again from his sight. He hurriedly walked after it and Wilson came after him and grabbed his arm that made him stop. He turned to look at Wilson and he was panting quite hard.
Wilson: Are wewe okay?
House: <Stammered> Yah…
Wilson: Seriously? What did wewe see?
House: It’s just another hallucination… --- It’s gone now…
He swallowed deep and looked at the hallway where he thought Amber and the “Cuddy” image walked on.
That evening, House was lying on his kitanda while twirling his cane like a baton in the air. Amber was seated on his chair looking at him.
Amber: wewe are really pathetic…
House: Would wewe shut up?
Amber: I would… ----
Amber stood up and walked seductively towards him. She stayed beside him and whispered softly in his ear.
Amber: If wewe told Wilson who wewe saw this morning…
She smiled another sinister smile as House turned to look at her letting his hand stopped twirling the cane above him. He followed where Amber’s eyes are laid on. His moyo skipped a beat when he saw Cuddy, with Wilson who was talking with Dr. Pitt, outside staring at him with few steps away from his room.
Amber: So…
House looked at Amber.
Amber: Do wewe think it’s real this time au another piece of your life-long fantasy?
House sighed and began to walk to stand up a few inches from his glass wall. He stood there for a while exchanging stares with Cuddy.
Cuddy: <Whispery> House…
Wilson and Dr. Pitt stopped talking and looked at House who got the blind shutter string.
Amber: If wewe think the person staring at wewe belongs to the world I am in, close it… But if wewe chose to believe the other way, you’re still a pathetic loser…
House hardly pulled the string and the blinds were closed at once. Cuddy and the two men exchanged looks with each other as House’s silhouette shows he went back to his bed.
Cuddy: <To Dr. Pitt> What was that?
Dr. Pitt: That’s actually the first time that he’s done that…
Wilson: wewe think it’s okay?
Dr. Pitt: Well, I’m not saying it is but he’s already fine and clean from Vicodin. He’s finished with his detox but he admitted that he’s still having some hallucinations…
Cuddy: And wewe figured out that he just hallucinated again?
Dr. Pitt: Maybe he thought you’re a hallucination again…
Wilson looked at Cuddy with eyes ready to ask her about something.
Wilson: He’s hallucinating you?
Wilson tilted his head waiting for Cuddy to answer him but Cuddy didn’t bother to.
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If wewe would like me to publish it please comment. Thank you. =)
