House went back to his office. He looked at the pile of papers on his desk. утиль, барахло, мусор mail. He looked at his watch. He had 2 минуты 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 стол письменный, стол 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 сказал(-а) to her. The lady followed him to the exam room. "Hi. I'm Dr.House. Ты 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 год to live so I did everything that Ты could imagine." She said. " I could imagine a lot of sick and twisted things, so why dont Ты start listing." House сказал(-а) 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 Ты need to Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты tell Dr.Wilson what Ты did on your trip to Fiji." House seggested. And so Mrs. Barter did. "Umm. Ты know I think Ты might have some other things wrong with Ты that Ты might want to pay a little еще attention to. But I'll set Ты up for a mammogram to test Ты for cancer. Mean while I want Ты to hand this note to the nurse out there and she'll get Ты taken care of." Wilson said. "So Ты sure Ты dont wanna check out her boobs?" House asked. "Yeah...Maybe Далее time. See ya House." "Yep." House сказал(-а) as the Далее patient came in.
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Cuddy sat at her стол письменный, стол for the rest of the день 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 Любовь this House. I Любовь HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I Любовь 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. Ты do not have an STD, или any other disease!! Ты are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 год old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if Ты insist. Ты 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 стол письменный, стол for the rest of the день 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 Любовь this House. I Любовь HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I Любовь 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. Ты do not have an STD, или any other disease!! Ты are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 год old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if Ты insist. Ты 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.
HOUSE IS A JACKASS!!!
He looked...
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first Статья on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what Ты think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure Ты know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could Любовь you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do Ты expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure Ты know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could Любовь you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do Ты expect?
