“What do wewe think?” Cuddy was sitting inayofuata Wilson in her office, she had just told him what was going on, and she was not surprised kwa his facial expressions, au reaction.
“You’re going to be fine. I’ve done a ton of procedures like this.” His raised eyebrows and his boyish smile undermined this statement of utter reassurance.
“Thanks.” Cuddy smiled weakly, whilst she cuddled her light green mug with lemon, limau and ginger tea.
Wilson got a page. “It’s House. He’s got the au set up and ready to go…are wewe okay?”
Cuddy put her mug of chai down, before both Wilson and Cuddy stood up, and they left for the OR.
*
Wilson joined House as they scrubbed up. “Can wewe do this?” Wilson felt nervous, performing on his boss, and his friend. “It’s a routine procedure. No biggie.” Wilson didn’t like the fact that House was deflecting at such a serious time.
“I’d say it was a biggie right now, she’s our boss. We aren’t even recording this surgery down. If something goes wrong…” House glared at Wilson, as they were about to see Cuddy, and put her under.
“Then we’ll have zaidi free time to go bowling.” House was the first to walk towards the double doors, and into the theatre. Wilson still had worry in his eyes, as he followed close behind.
Cuddy was in the theatre, with the hanging lights shining down on her. “If wewe screw up…” Cuddy was scared, as she looked up at the faces of Wilson on her left and House on her right. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Wilson was his usual caring self, and when Cuddy looked at House, words didn’t have to spoken. Through their powerful eye contact, they understood each other perfectly. Cuddy’s eyes filled with sadness and worry, with House’s reflecting her pain.
“Count backwards from ten.” House spoke softly, and as Cuddy began counting backwards, House injected the anaesthetic, until Cuddy’s eyes closed and Wilson put surgical tape over them.
“Right. Scalpel…”
*
Over six hours had passed. Wilson had goaded the nurses to keep quiet about Cuddy being in the ward, and he frequently passed her room throughout the day. Meanwhile, House didn’t know what to do with himself; his team had left him alone, noticing that he was in an unusually depressive mood. House waited until the sixth saa before he made his way up to the wards above him.
Waiting a few moments before he entered her room, the blinds were closed so he couldn’t just look in from the outside. House made sure he was quiet, and walked over to her bedside, pulling up a nurses kinyesi to sit on and just watch her as she slept.
The room was quiet dark, and created a morose feeling; House seemed to find waiting for Cuddy to wake-up a peaceful serene feeling.
Not a moment too soon, Cuddy began to make slight moaning noises as she began to wake-up, her green eyes seemed darker than usual, and looked zaidi zumaridi, zamaradi than before.
Cuddy turned her head, and could see House sitting there. “How long have wewe been here?” House carried on staring at her, his face was relaxed, and his eyes were wider than usual.
“About five minutes. Felt like longer though.” House stood up, and checked Cuddy’s chart.
“Was there any complications?” Cuddy’s voice was breathy. “There was something.” House feigned seriousness, “What?” With a sense of alarm in her voice, Cuddy propped herself up. “…When did wewe get that tattoo?” The silence was followed kwa a slight smile, on both House and Cuddy’s face.
“There was no medical reason for wewe to look there.” Cuddy spoke in a calm, and refreshing tone. “Well, Wilson wasn’t looking.” The slight humour House was able to provide to such an important moment was exactly what Cuddy needed.
“I’m going to give wewe some zaidi morphine.” House signed Cuddy’s chart, and Cuddy smiled. “Thanks.” House looked up, and he smiled slightly too.
“…I’ll come back later.” House sounded dejected, but as he was about to slide the doors open, Cuddy called him back.
“Wait. Don’t just leave House. Can’t wewe just, stay?” House paused for a moment, before he hung his head slightly, and rested his fist on the ukuta to the side of him, before looking back at her.
“I will come back, I don’t lie remember.” As he alisema this, his look of anguish stayed on his face, as he left. Leaving Cuddy to sit in her room, alone, with the rain tapping on the large windows that surrounded ¾ of the room.
Silently, “Right.” Cuddy spoke soft words to herself. Before, she gently fell back onto her bed; and smiled weakly at the sight of a kubeba sitting alone in the corner.
“You’re going to be fine. I’ve done a ton of procedures like this.” His raised eyebrows and his boyish smile undermined this statement of utter reassurance.
“Thanks.” Cuddy smiled weakly, whilst she cuddled her light green mug with lemon, limau and ginger tea.
Wilson got a page. “It’s House. He’s got the au set up and ready to go…are wewe okay?”
Cuddy put her mug of chai down, before both Wilson and Cuddy stood up, and they left for the OR.
*
Wilson joined House as they scrubbed up. “Can wewe do this?” Wilson felt nervous, performing on his boss, and his friend. “It’s a routine procedure. No biggie.” Wilson didn’t like the fact that House was deflecting at such a serious time.
“I’d say it was a biggie right now, she’s our boss. We aren’t even recording this surgery down. If something goes wrong…” House glared at Wilson, as they were about to see Cuddy, and put her under.
“Then we’ll have zaidi free time to go bowling.” House was the first to walk towards the double doors, and into the theatre. Wilson still had worry in his eyes, as he followed close behind.
Cuddy was in the theatre, with the hanging lights shining down on her. “If wewe screw up…” Cuddy was scared, as she looked up at the faces of Wilson on her left and House on her right. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Wilson was his usual caring self, and when Cuddy looked at House, words didn’t have to spoken. Through their powerful eye contact, they understood each other perfectly. Cuddy’s eyes filled with sadness and worry, with House’s reflecting her pain.
“Count backwards from ten.” House spoke softly, and as Cuddy began counting backwards, House injected the anaesthetic, until Cuddy’s eyes closed and Wilson put surgical tape over them.
“Right. Scalpel…”
*
Over six hours had passed. Wilson had goaded the nurses to keep quiet about Cuddy being in the ward, and he frequently passed her room throughout the day. Meanwhile, House didn’t know what to do with himself; his team had left him alone, noticing that he was in an unusually depressive mood. House waited until the sixth saa before he made his way up to the wards above him.
Waiting a few moments before he entered her room, the blinds were closed so he couldn’t just look in from the outside. House made sure he was quiet, and walked over to her bedside, pulling up a nurses kinyesi to sit on and just watch her as she slept.
The room was quiet dark, and created a morose feeling; House seemed to find waiting for Cuddy to wake-up a peaceful serene feeling.
Not a moment too soon, Cuddy began to make slight moaning noises as she began to wake-up, her green eyes seemed darker than usual, and looked zaidi zumaridi, zamaradi than before.
Cuddy turned her head, and could see House sitting there. “How long have wewe been here?” House carried on staring at her, his face was relaxed, and his eyes were wider than usual.
“About five minutes. Felt like longer though.” House stood up, and checked Cuddy’s chart.
“Was there any complications?” Cuddy’s voice was breathy. “There was something.” House feigned seriousness, “What?” With a sense of alarm in her voice, Cuddy propped herself up. “…When did wewe get that tattoo?” The silence was followed kwa a slight smile, on both House and Cuddy’s face.
“There was no medical reason for wewe to look there.” Cuddy spoke in a calm, and refreshing tone. “Well, Wilson wasn’t looking.” The slight humour House was able to provide to such an important moment was exactly what Cuddy needed.
“I’m going to give wewe some zaidi morphine.” House signed Cuddy’s chart, and Cuddy smiled. “Thanks.” House looked up, and he smiled slightly too.
“…I’ll come back later.” House sounded dejected, but as he was about to slide the doors open, Cuddy called him back.
“Wait. Don’t just leave House. Can’t wewe just, stay?” House paused for a moment, before he hung his head slightly, and rested his fist on the ukuta to the side of him, before looking back at her.
“I will come back, I don’t lie remember.” As he alisema this, his look of anguish stayed on his face, as he left. Leaving Cuddy to sit in her room, alone, with the rain tapping on the large windows that surrounded ¾ of the room.
Silently, “Right.” Cuddy spoke soft words to herself. Before, she gently fell back onto her bed; and smiled weakly at the sight of a kubeba sitting alone in the corner.
I'll tell wewe a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to upendo she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what wewe think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly lovers her.
Aren't they lovers at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to upendo she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Lovers from afar.
Tell me what wewe think :)