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
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“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
I was kusoma up on opiate withdrawal and apparently wewe can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the inayofuata morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 saa detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every saa au so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the inayofuata morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 saa detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every saa au so like before.
Short and simple :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
