A/N Sorry I've taken so long to get this fic updated.. :( i've had some massive writers block with it but hopefully it's all passed...so anyways, here's part 26...read, review and rate!! (please rate, im still trying to go yellow on this spot!)
House stayed on Cuddy's doorstep for ten dakika before he heard the crash...
Ten dakika Earlier
Cuddy had cleaned up after her and House's breakfast. She was so pissed off with him but she knew she couldn't stay angry with him forever; she loved him.
These thoughts sent Cuddy into a spiral of rage as it dawned on her he was slowly begining to push her away because of their child [he isn't so don't worry]. She cleaned the dishes kwa hand, wanting to do something to take her mind off the pain she was currently feeling, and upon finishing went upstairs to quieten a crying Rachel.
After five dakika of cuddling and shushing the young child, Cuddy felt her temper drop so she went downstairs.
The first step was easy, just a normal step down, but the sekunde step she completely missed her footing and went tumbling down the flight of stairs. She landed on the first floor unconscious.
Present Time
When House heard the thump he had no hesitations in running back into the house, completely forgetting his cane due to the rush of adrenaline. He saw it as soon as the door was kicked down, Cuddy lay limp at the bottom of the stairs.
House's doctor instincts kicked it; rushing to Cuddy he checked vital signs and didn't songesha her for fear of a spinal injury. She had a pulse but her breathing was weak.
House reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, calling 911.
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Cuddy lay in the ICU awake with House beside her. She looked at him with an apologetic look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Greg." she whispered, caressing his face.
"It's okay, I just hope nothing bad has happened to OUR child, I want to be a part of it's life,"
Their conversation was cut short kwa Cuddy's doctor.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Cuddy, we were, unable to save your child,"
dum, dum, duummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
TBC
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House stayed on Cuddy's doorstep for ten dakika before he heard the crash...
Ten dakika Earlier
Cuddy had cleaned up after her and House's breakfast. She was so pissed off with him but she knew she couldn't stay angry with him forever; she loved him.
These thoughts sent Cuddy into a spiral of rage as it dawned on her he was slowly begining to push her away because of their child [he isn't so don't worry]. She cleaned the dishes kwa hand, wanting to do something to take her mind off the pain she was currently feeling, and upon finishing went upstairs to quieten a crying Rachel.
After five dakika of cuddling and shushing the young child, Cuddy felt her temper drop so she went downstairs.
The first step was easy, just a normal step down, but the sekunde step she completely missed her footing and went tumbling down the flight of stairs. She landed on the first floor unconscious.
Present Time
When House heard the thump he had no hesitations in running back into the house, completely forgetting his cane due to the rush of adrenaline. He saw it as soon as the door was kicked down, Cuddy lay limp at the bottom of the stairs.
House's doctor instincts kicked it; rushing to Cuddy he checked vital signs and didn't songesha her for fear of a spinal injury. She had a pulse but her breathing was weak.
House reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, calling 911.
**************************************************
Cuddy lay in the ICU awake with House beside her. She looked at him with an apologetic look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Greg." she whispered, caressing his face.
"It's okay, I just hope nothing bad has happened to OUR child, I want to be a part of it's life,"
Their conversation was cut short kwa Cuddy's doctor.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Cuddy, we were, unable to save your child,"
dum, dum, duummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
TBC
REVIEW AND RATE
When does upendo become something we need, rather than something we want? upendo was seen as something special a long time ago. Now upendo is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. upendo is common currency when wewe are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older wewe get. Do we not care about the substance of what upendo was and not what it has been made into today kwa commercialisation from American sinema and televisheni commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience upendo for real, can we maoni and judge others who are in Love. upendo means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of upendo is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? upendo is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
