House had been busy lately with alot of cases. He had time for nothing. Like he barely got to go Главная to play his panio anymore. He didn't really care either. What he would really like is some sleep, but everywhere he went to try to sleep, Cuddy seemed to find him and make him do his clinic duty. It was really starting to aggravate him. It was causing his leg to hurt worse, he would never admitt it though.
It keep getting worse and worse, he began taking еще and еще vicidon. Cuddy noticed this and she wanted to talk to him about it, but he was so mad at her that he keep ingorning her. When she would come his way, he would limp faster the other way.
This time though, he really needed to see her about his leg. Maybe there was something she could do besides a shot in his spine. It needed to be something еще powerful. And Cuddy was the only one he would talk to about this kind of problem, atleast she knew how to keep a secret, unlike the rest of his old and new team. Ты couldn't tell them anything, even if Ты were dying.
This night it was unbareable. House knew that Cuddy сказал(-а) she couldn't go Главная to Rachel that night because she had to much paperwork. He was still in his office, because he didn't drive his car and he really couldn't stand to get on his bike at that moment. He didn't even know if he could get down to her office without falling, but he did it. Before he knew it, he was already going into her office.
Cuddy looked up from her computer. "You need something, House?" She saw the tears in his eyes. And she knew he never cried. Cuddy was up and out of her сиденье, место, сиденья and over to him before he could say anything. "It's my leg. The pain is killing me. Its worse than it was 18 years ago." House let the tear slip down his face. "Greg, I don't know what else we can do." His face begged her. "Sit down." Cuddy helped him over to the диван, мягкий уголок in her office, but he pushed her away as soon as he sit down. "I don't need help. Even in pain I can do it on my own, I just need Ты to help me to get it to go away, please?" House never begged. "I really don't know. Have Ты talked to Forman? He may be able to do something." "I haven't. Can't Ты do what Ты did before? The kedrimean?" Cuddy thought about it for a second. "It didn't stick the last time." House looked at her. "I've read up on it. This time we'll do it and when the pain starts back, Ты have to do it again, but that time it will stay." "I guess we could try again." Cuddy took a сиденье, место, сиденья beside of him. She stared out into open space. "When do Ты want to do it, House?" "Now?" She nodded.
Cuddy walked out to the clinic and got House a wheelchair. She had took him up to the секунда floor, there was not many rooms open. They had so many patients lately.
She hooked him up on a IV drip of pain meds and then gave him the kedrimean. He slowly drifted off into the coma. He would be in it for three days. Cuddy wouldn't leave his side either, until he woke up, she promised herself that.
It keep getting worse and worse, he began taking еще and еще vicidon. Cuddy noticed this and she wanted to talk to him about it, but he was so mad at her that he keep ingorning her. When she would come his way, he would limp faster the other way.
This time though, he really needed to see her about his leg. Maybe there was something she could do besides a shot in his spine. It needed to be something еще powerful. And Cuddy was the only one he would talk to about this kind of problem, atleast she knew how to keep a secret, unlike the rest of his old and new team. Ты couldn't tell them anything, even if Ты were dying.
This night it was unbareable. House knew that Cuddy сказал(-а) she couldn't go Главная to Rachel that night because she had to much paperwork. He was still in his office, because he didn't drive his car and he really couldn't stand to get on his bike at that moment. He didn't even know if he could get down to her office without falling, but he did it. Before he knew it, he was already going into her office.
Cuddy looked up from her computer. "You need something, House?" She saw the tears in his eyes. And she knew he never cried. Cuddy was up and out of her сиденье, место, сиденья and over to him before he could say anything. "It's my leg. The pain is killing me. Its worse than it was 18 years ago." House let the tear slip down his face. "Greg, I don't know what else we can do." His face begged her. "Sit down." Cuddy helped him over to the диван, мягкий уголок in her office, but he pushed her away as soon as he sit down. "I don't need help. Even in pain I can do it on my own, I just need Ты to help me to get it to go away, please?" House never begged. "I really don't know. Have Ты talked to Forman? He may be able to do something." "I haven't. Can't Ты do what Ты did before? The kedrimean?" Cuddy thought about it for a second. "It didn't stick the last time." House looked at her. "I've read up on it. This time we'll do it and when the pain starts back, Ты have to do it again, but that time it will stay." "I guess we could try again." Cuddy took a сиденье, место, сиденья beside of him. She stared out into open space. "When do Ты want to do it, House?" "Now?" She nodded.
Cuddy walked out to the clinic and got House a wheelchair. She had took him up to the секунда floor, there was not many rooms open. They had so many patients lately.
She hooked him up on a IV drip of pain meds and then gave him the kedrimean. He slowly drifted off into the coma. He would be in it for three days. Cuddy wouldn't leave his side either, until he woke up, she promised herself that.
