Cuddy sat in her office and watched House walk away, ‘what will I do if he dies?’ she thought ‘I won’t be able to take it; it will rip my moyo in two. I will do ANYTHING to keep that from happening!’
House walked into his office, almost exactly like before only this time Kutner had the common sense (and the enjoyment of being alive) not to be playing on House’s computer; instead he borrowed someone’s laptop. Everyone heard House come in but had decided it would be best if they just ignored him and let him start any conversations, about anything.
“Well do we have a case NOW?!” House asked a little annoyed; he couldn’t help it when the pain got this bad. Everyone was silent, “Aw come on, I’m zaidi bark than bite, I thought wewe had learned that kwa now.”
Taub answered “No we still don’t have a case”
“Good, cause I’m in the hospital”
“Uh we all are?” Kutner stated stupidly
“Duh! My liver is what’s shot not my brain dodo! I mean Cuddy found out and is having me admitted, I’m a patient. In a little while I’ll getting my own bracelet, kitanda and everything” House sat in his chair
“So Cuddy and Wilson know already?” alisema Kutner
“They do now, couldn’t keep my stomach from growling and apparently they don’t like sunglasses at the breakfast table, go figure”
At that moment Cuddy comes in, the paper work is finished
“Okay House I now officially have the right to make security escort wewe to your room if wewe don’t get your butt down there”
“Ruh ro, five zaidi dakika mommy?”
“Wait, so the Vicodin finally did wewe in?” Foreman had to ask before Cuddy dragged him off
Cuddy answered for him “Looks that way, we won’t know how much damage they’ve done till he gets his butt in that room and we do some tests”
“Had wewe changed the dosage?” Cuddy had come at a bad time, right when the team wanted to start their Q and A, it was 13 this time
“NO! Now can I please go, we’ll have a meeting of the dying people club later!”
13 stood shocked, even now he was in the same mashua with her he had no sympathy but who could blame him, it was the Vicodin that had done it so they all had their doubts that he had taken any today.
House headed down to his room, Cuddy stayed
“Don’t go looking cases alright guys, just do clinic hours au something to keep wewe busy. He’s gonna be outta sorts for a while”
“House? Outta sorts? He still worked after he got shot, he almost died then too” Foreman was always the snippy one, that’s why he was House-lite. He still cared but he had some rough edges.
13 was still in shock from House’s parting comment, she just wasn’t used to him yet, even though she should’ve have been after that situation a few weeks ago.
“Okay, we’ll find other things to do” the others agreed.
Cuddy went to Wilson’s office and knocked on the door “Are wewe busy?”
“No just kusoma things come on in”
Cuddy enters “Wilson I want wewe to take care of Greg, I just can’t do it”
“Does he have liver cancer?”
“I don’t know, the tests haven’t even been taken yet, I just can’t. Your patient load has been light since wewe came back, just do his tests and give treatment.”
“Okay, if wewe want me to”
Cuddy was almost crying ‘what will I do if he dies? Sure I’ll losing a great doctor, but zaidi importantly I’ll be losing a dear friend, who is becoming zaidi than just a friend to me each and every day’
“Thank wewe James, I’ll be in my office if wewe need me”
She walked out of Wilson’s office and headed back to her’s, she really couldn’t take it. She would do whatever she had to to make sure House didn’t die, even if that meant abusing her power. She was in upendo with him
END CHAPTER 3