Ok, so, this basically is set after Kutners death, and basically Cuddy and House hooking up afterwards, but, the hook up won't come until later in the story. Anyways, hope wewe like it! Enjoy!
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He hated reality, zaidi than anything else. The realization that his pain would never subside. The realization that his loneliness would never be fully cured. And the fact that the woman he was so madly in upendo with, could never be his. These were the realizations he woke up to every morning. But, this morning was different, not only because it was the morning after Kutners death, but, in what little humanity he had in him, there was hope. Of course, he knew his leg would never be healed, but he had hope for the other two. Maybe, he wouldn't have to pay to cure his loneliness anymore, maybe, just maybe, he could get it for free, kwa the woman he loved. That is where the sekunde hope came in, getting her. It had been months since the kiss happened, and yet, he could still taste her on his lips. But, like always, he screwed it up. He never discussed to her how he felt. Too afraid to get hurt again. Too afraid to hurt her. Too afraid to lose their employer-employee relationship. But, on this chilly spring day, everything was going to change, he didn't know it, nor did she.
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The warm air from inside PPTH hit his face, as he walked into the building.
"You're late, like always.." Cuddy spoke as she exited the clinic doors and walked towards him.
"Sorry, hooker last night."
"You owe me clinic hours."
"Got a case."
"I want your punda in the clinic."
"By defintion of me saying I have a case, that means, I'm too busy to deal with crotch rots and STD's."
"House! Now!"
"I'll get one of my peeps to do it."
"No! You, clinic, now."
He ignored her, and entered the elevator. Before the door could shut, she slid in. House breathed loudly with annoyance. While she stood inayofuata to him, with three other people crowded inside.
"Cuddy, I told you, no sex in the elevator! So unprofessional.."
Cuddy looked towards the other staff members in the elevator, now tilting her head down in emberrassment, hiding her rosey red cheeks. Once the other staff had gotten off at there floor, Cuddy broke the silence.
"Wilson told me."
Oh, God, here we go. He thought to himself.
"About what?"
"You thinking you're losing your 'gift'".
"Think I'm suicidal now?"
"What? No."
"Then, why do wewe care?"
"I just wanted..-" The door slid open, now at House's floor. He walked out, while she stayed in, He turned back to her.
"..Yes? wewe just wanted to what?"
"Nothing." She alisema with a half smile. The door slid shut right after.
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TBC.
Please rate and comment.:)
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He hated reality, zaidi than anything else. The realization that his pain would never subside. The realization that his loneliness would never be fully cured. And the fact that the woman he was so madly in upendo with, could never be his. These were the realizations he woke up to every morning. But, this morning was different, not only because it was the morning after Kutners death, but, in what little humanity he had in him, there was hope. Of course, he knew his leg would never be healed, but he had hope for the other two. Maybe, he wouldn't have to pay to cure his loneliness anymore, maybe, just maybe, he could get it for free, kwa the woman he loved. That is where the sekunde hope came in, getting her. It had been months since the kiss happened, and yet, he could still taste her on his lips. But, like always, he screwed it up. He never discussed to her how he felt. Too afraid to get hurt again. Too afraid to hurt her. Too afraid to lose their employer-employee relationship. But, on this chilly spring day, everything was going to change, he didn't know it, nor did she.
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The warm air from inside PPTH hit his face, as he walked into the building.
"You're late, like always.." Cuddy spoke as she exited the clinic doors and walked towards him.
"Sorry, hooker last night."
"You owe me clinic hours."
"Got a case."
"I want your punda in the clinic."
"By defintion of me saying I have a case, that means, I'm too busy to deal with crotch rots and STD's."
"House! Now!"
"I'll get one of my peeps to do it."
"No! You, clinic, now."
He ignored her, and entered the elevator. Before the door could shut, she slid in. House breathed loudly with annoyance. While she stood inayofuata to him, with three other people crowded inside.
"Cuddy, I told you, no sex in the elevator! So unprofessional.."
Cuddy looked towards the other staff members in the elevator, now tilting her head down in emberrassment, hiding her rosey red cheeks. Once the other staff had gotten off at there floor, Cuddy broke the silence.
"Wilson told me."
Oh, God, here we go. He thought to himself.
"About what?"
"You thinking you're losing your 'gift'".
"Think I'm suicidal now?"
"What? No."
"Then, why do wewe care?"
"I just wanted..-" The door slid open, now at House's floor. He walked out, while she stayed in, He turned back to her.
"..Yes? wewe just wanted to what?"
"Nothing." She alisema with a half smile. The door slid shut right after.
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TBC.
Please rate and comment.:)
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.