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.
Ariel Harrison(this is my idea of what she would look like and as close to getting LG to being on the show)
Here I am,
So close, but so far from you.
In the cold I am standing,
Outside your stone brick ukuta
I cannot break through.
So I just stand there foolishly,
Peering through your window.
Loosing myself in your deep blue eyes,
My eyes fixed on your broken smile,
wewe are simply all I desire.
The pain inside floods me,
I am drowning in my misery.
But when I see your face, it all seems to fade,
And when I taste your red lips,
My moyo skips a beat
As the rest of me goes numb.
The upendo I feel for wewe is real
But so are fears of hurting you.
So all emotions are pushed aside,
Right inayofuata to all the tears I’ve cried.
In this life of wrong I live,
wewe remain the one thing I got right,
The only one I let inside.
Now heartache and hate has filled its place,
And I never want your smile
To fall from your face.
*Inspired kwa the episode The Itch*
Hi,
This isn't that interesting really, it just made me smile today.
I'm a shabiki of 13. zaidi on that later though.
I work in the security industry (malware, viruses, all that jazz).
I bet you're all familiar with spam emails, right?
Now we have this 'saying' in the industry that wewe ain't someone just yet until you're used for spam.
What's funny is that OW made her spam debut earlier this year: link
see Figure 2. LOL.
I've been thinking of sharing this to her through Twitter, but since she's not following me *sob* i can't send it as a direct message. I can't just address it to her cause then all my other followers (officemates mostly) will know that I am happy about spam, which is not so good in my line for work. :p
So there. I hope I didn't bore anyone with this. I know most of wewe are younger than me and not really interested with work stuff, but it was just too fun to not share, at least for me. :)
This isn't that interesting really, it just made me smile today.
I'm a shabiki of 13. zaidi on that later though.
I work in the security industry (malware, viruses, all that jazz).
I bet you're all familiar with spam emails, right?
Now we have this 'saying' in the industry that wewe ain't someone just yet until you're used for spam.
What's funny is that OW made her spam debut earlier this year: link
see Figure 2. LOL.
I've been thinking of sharing this to her through Twitter, but since she's not following me *sob* i can't send it as a direct message. I can't just address it to her cause then all my other followers (officemates mostly) will know that I am happy about spam, which is not so good in my line for work. :p
So there. I hope I didn't bore anyone with this. I know most of wewe are younger than me and not really interested with work stuff, but it was just too fun to not share, at least for me. :)
