House went back to his office. He looked at the pile of papers on his desk. junk, taka mail. He looked at his watch. He had 2 dakika before he started the rest of his clinic duty. He, once again, got up and went down to the 1st floor. He signed in and walked towards the waiting room. He passed Cuddy's office to see her sitting at her dawati staring out the window. 'Probably figuring everything out.I should give her time to think. In fact I should sit down and think. But the clinic awaits' he thought. "Is there a Mrs.Barter here?" House asked the room full of patients. An older lady in the back raised her hand. "Come with me to Exam room 1 please." House alisema to her. The lady followed him to the exam room. "Hi. I'm Dr.House. wewe can call me...well how about Dr.House. What seems to be the problem?" House asked. " Well I just turned 55 and when my mother was 55 she was diognosed with breast cancer. So for my birthday I was supposed to go see my son and his fiance but instead I grabbed a flight to Fiji. I figured that it was my last mwaka to live so I did everything that wewe could imagine." She said. " I could imagine a lot of sick and twisted things, so why dont wewe start listing." House alisema to her. "Well lets see I ate worms from a tree, had sex with 4 guys all under the age of 30, drank sea water, shared a needle with a homo, snuffed crack off of a homeless man's forhead, and got SO drunk off of so many drinks." She said. "Wow! I think I'm going to need a consult on this one. Hold on one moment." House said. Then he called Wilson's office. "Wilson I'm gonna need a consult on someone who thinks she has breast cancer." "House I am not going to come down there to look at someone's breasts." Wilson replied. "Well thats not what I had in mind but if wewe need to wewe can. Just let me cover my eyes." House replied. "This better be good." And then they hung up. Wilson walked into the room. "You think wewe have breast cancer?" Wilson asked Mrs.Barter. " Well I dont know. I guess I'm just a little worried, thats all." She said. "Why dont wewe tell Dr.Wilson what wewe did on your trip to Fiji." House seggested. And so Mrs. Barter did. "Umm. wewe know I think wewe might have some other things wrong with wewe that wewe might want to pay a little zaidi attention to. But I'll set wewe up for a mammogram to test wewe for cancer. Mean while I want wewe to hand this note to the nurse out there and she'll get wewe taken care of." Wilson said. "So wewe sure wewe dont wanna check out her boobs?" House asked. "Yeah...Maybe inayofuata time. See ya House." "Yep." House alisema as the inayofuata patient came in.
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Cuddy sat at her dawati for the rest of the siku just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I upendo this House. I upendo HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I upendo HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. wewe do not have an STD, au any other disease!! wewe are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 mwaka old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if wewe insist. wewe dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
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Cuddy sat at her dawati for the rest of the siku just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I upendo this House. I upendo HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I upendo HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. wewe do not have an STD, au any other disease!! wewe are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 mwaka old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if wewe insist. wewe dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
So...here is my work lol.
Hope wewe like it...and there aren't any mistakes in it.
Tomorrow
"Tomorrow" wewe tell me with a smile
Tomorrow everything will be different
Tomorrow everything will have changed
Tomorrow it will get better.
Tomorrow we will talk again
wewe tell me with a smile.
Tomorrow...
Everyday wewe tell me.
Tomorrow
But what if there won't be any tomorrow?
What if the world turns upside down?
What if I decide I'm sick of tomorrow
What if there won't be any tomorrow for me?
What if this is my last tomorrow?
What would wewe do?
Tomorrow is endlessly for me.
Time contains of tomorrows.
Everyday is a tomorrow.
What if I don't want to carry on like this?
What would wewe do?
But wewe just keep on smiling at me
and tell me the magic word
Tomorrow.
And both of us know
it will never happen...
because there are just too many tomorrows.