Wilson and House were on the living room, they had watched how the paramedics took her away.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many Вопросы rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands Далее to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are Ты gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time Ты could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He сказал(-а) changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but Ты two were close, even еще than I was with her.”
“Yet Ты cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House сказал(-а) standing up, he was ready to go Главная and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when Ты two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. Ты need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an час ago. He sat down in her постель, кровати looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Остаться в живых еще than half of his soul.
Wilson had stop crying and House wished to cry. They have been sitting there for almost an hour, it was dark and they hadn’t spoken. They didn’t want to, it was too hard to take this loss, they had so many Вопросы rounding their heads but they didn’t ask them either. The main one being, why did she commit suicide?
They couldn’t quite believe it. Cuddy had been normal all this past weeks, well as in normal involving fights with House, stress from work, and Rachel.
Damn, Rachel. House hadn’t thought about her, in a few hours she will wake up asking for her mommy and what could he possibly answer?
Wilson had his elbows on his knees and his hands Далее to his lips, he was praying. He changed his position. Oh no, the pep talk was coming.
“What are Ты gonna do?” Wilson asked turning to face House. House refused to look at his friend.
“What am I gonna do with what?” House faced Wilson his face serious as always, but this time Ты could notice a bit of pain inside his eyes.
“You know what I mean about Cuddy.” He сказал(-а) changing his position again.
“I don’t know. What could I possibly do? She’s dead.” House replied, his tone being bitter. He was afraid he could poison his friend with his words.
“I know but Ты two were close, even еще than I was with her.”
“Yet Ты cried. I can handle it, she was just my boss.” House сказал(-а) standing up, he was ready to go Главная and drink a full scotch bottle and pop vicodins constantly.
“No she wasn’t. Remember when Ты two k-“
“Wilson, shut up and go home. Ты need to rest so that your pathetic thoughts about me and Cuddy disappear.” House replied waiting for his friend to stand up. He did and he left.
When Wilson left House directed himself to Cuddy’s room, the stained carpet reminded him of what had happen just an час ago. He sat down in her постель, кровати looking down, he then discovered the note again. He took it and hid in his pocket.
He left knowing that he had just Остаться в живых еще than half of his soul.
So...here is my work lol.
Hope Ты like it...and there aren't any mistakes in it.
Tomorrow
"Tomorrow" Ты 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
Ты tell me with a smile.
Tomorrow...
Everyday Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты do?
But Ты 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.
