Cuddy made her way to Wilson’s office, and confronted him about his enabling issues.
“We need to talk.”
Cuddy closed the door, before she stood in front of him sitting at his desk.
“Alright.” Wilson seemed to be taken aback sejak Cuddy’s forcefulness.
“I need anda to stop prescribing Vicodin to House.”
Wilson paused for a moment, his eyebrows stuck at the bahagian, atas of his forehead.
“You want me, to sit back and watch my best friend suffer?”
“He won’t suffer, you’re Berlakon like we’re cutting his leg off completely.”
“You might as well.”
Cuddy was surprised sejak how much Wilson was defending House.
“You’re usually all for him reducing his Vicodin intake.”
“When it’s necessary, but this, this is just for your own scheme.”
“He has Lost control! Popping pills until he runs out after less than a week. It’s serious Wilson.”
Wilson sat back on his chair, and pulled out a file from his bottom draw.
“This is a record of every time I have written him a ‘script…I’ll stop Penulisan the ‘scripts for him.”
Cuddy took the file, and looked back at Wilson.
“Thank you.”
“I hope anda know what you’re doing.”
Cuddy left, with Wilson looking angry with himself for allowing House to manipulate him to provide enough for an overdose.
*
Cuddy sat down in her office, and read that House had upped his doses from the ‘above average’ to that of a drug addict who just wants to get high, and not just to manage pain.
Putting it in her desk, she kept it away from sight. Foreman interrupted her, with a look of concern on his face.
“House just asked me to write him up another bottle of Vicodin. I’ve already seen him pop pills lebih than usual, and I thought anda should know. If he is overdoing it, anda could see consequences soon.”
Cuddy didn’t realise how bad it had gotten, what could she do? Cut him off completely? atau put him through a detox regime that would probably ruin any future they have, and most certainly end his career if it didn’t work.
“I’m putting anda in charge as of now. If anda know what’s best for our reputation, you’ll keep this quiet.”
Foreman nodded, and reluctantly left. Cuddy sent a page to House, she had a tough decision to make, and it would affect both of them in the long run.
House entered her office; both of them gave a lasting look at each other. “I’m sending anda to a rehab facility just outside of New York. I don’t want to hear any protests, it’s either this atau you’re fired.”
House being the unpredictable human being could easily accept the idea of leaving, but his need to exercise his brilliant mind on a daily basis was at jeopardy.
“What? How did we get from sex last night, to an ultimatum with no context?”
“I’ve read you’re Vicodin records, courtesy of Wilson. You’ve reached the level of a heroin addict. You’re no longer managing pain, you’re trying to eliminate it sejak getting high every day.”
“Then surely that’s enough reason to api, kebakaran me here and now.”
“It is, believe me, but I know that you’d probably recluse into an empty shell with a drug dependency for the rest of your life.”
House seemed to find the truth hard to swallow. Everything she was saying was fact.
“You know me so well.” An attempt at lightning the situation only made it worse, and lebih pathetic.
“There’s no other choice.”
House and Cuddy looked at each other, they both thought they had come so far after admitting their feelings, but instead it had just Tangled them up in each other’s web’s and House’s addiction being the tightest thread of all.
“I’m sorry.” House noticed Cuddy’s eyes were glistening in the warm glow of the sun in the afternoon.
*
Wilson sat in his apartment, he had taken House to the rehab facility a couple of hours before, and a sense of responsibility came over him like a dark cloud.
Cuddy was in the same position as she attended a board meeting; she was looking out of the window as another doctor was speaking. The leaves from the large maple pokok outside were a burnt orange and red; some were falling as the wind shook them off their branches. All she could think of was House, but a board member calling her name interrupted her thoughts.
House was sitting in the room he was given, laying on bahagian, atas of the steel bed; he could already feel the intense pain gradually approaching. To make it worse, he had just left what was the beginning of a relationship he wanted.
The lone window, covered in a wire grill, was his only connection to the outside. The appearance of a prison it was, but it was probably worse than prison in House’s eyes. No Vicodin for four hours had already proven difficult, and he still had a full night to get through before he got to see the doctor about a different pain management routine, and then with that he had to deal with the psychiatric nonsense they were going to be shoving down his throat at any time hari atau night…
“We need to talk.”
Cuddy closed the door, before she stood in front of him sitting at his desk.
“Alright.” Wilson seemed to be taken aback sejak Cuddy’s forcefulness.
“I need anda to stop prescribing Vicodin to House.”
Wilson paused for a moment, his eyebrows stuck at the bahagian, atas of his forehead.
“You want me, to sit back and watch my best friend suffer?”
“He won’t suffer, you’re Berlakon like we’re cutting his leg off completely.”
“You might as well.”
Cuddy was surprised sejak how much Wilson was defending House.
“You’re usually all for him reducing his Vicodin intake.”
“When it’s necessary, but this, this is just for your own scheme.”
“He has Lost control! Popping pills until he runs out after less than a week. It’s serious Wilson.”
Wilson sat back on his chair, and pulled out a file from his bottom draw.
“This is a record of every time I have written him a ‘script…I’ll stop Penulisan the ‘scripts for him.”
Cuddy took the file, and looked back at Wilson.
“Thank you.”
“I hope anda know what you’re doing.”
Cuddy left, with Wilson looking angry with himself for allowing House to manipulate him to provide enough for an overdose.
*
Cuddy sat down in her office, and read that House had upped his doses from the ‘above average’ to that of a drug addict who just wants to get high, and not just to manage pain.
Putting it in her desk, she kept it away from sight. Foreman interrupted her, with a look of concern on his face.
“House just asked me to write him up another bottle of Vicodin. I’ve already seen him pop pills lebih than usual, and I thought anda should know. If he is overdoing it, anda could see consequences soon.”
Cuddy didn’t realise how bad it had gotten, what could she do? Cut him off completely? atau put him through a detox regime that would probably ruin any future they have, and most certainly end his career if it didn’t work.
“I’m putting anda in charge as of now. If anda know what’s best for our reputation, you’ll keep this quiet.”
Foreman nodded, and reluctantly left. Cuddy sent a page to House, she had a tough decision to make, and it would affect both of them in the long run.
House entered her office; both of them gave a lasting look at each other. “I’m sending anda to a rehab facility just outside of New York. I don’t want to hear any protests, it’s either this atau you’re fired.”
House being the unpredictable human being could easily accept the idea of leaving, but his need to exercise his brilliant mind on a daily basis was at jeopardy.
“What? How did we get from sex last night, to an ultimatum with no context?”
“I’ve read you’re Vicodin records, courtesy of Wilson. You’ve reached the level of a heroin addict. You’re no longer managing pain, you’re trying to eliminate it sejak getting high every day.”
“Then surely that’s enough reason to api, kebakaran me here and now.”
“It is, believe me, but I know that you’d probably recluse into an empty shell with a drug dependency for the rest of your life.”
House seemed to find the truth hard to swallow. Everything she was saying was fact.
“You know me so well.” An attempt at lightning the situation only made it worse, and lebih pathetic.
“There’s no other choice.”
House and Cuddy looked at each other, they both thought they had come so far after admitting their feelings, but instead it had just Tangled them up in each other’s web’s and House’s addiction being the tightest thread of all.
“I’m sorry.” House noticed Cuddy’s eyes were glistening in the warm glow of the sun in the afternoon.
*
Wilson sat in his apartment, he had taken House to the rehab facility a couple of hours before, and a sense of responsibility came over him like a dark cloud.
Cuddy was in the same position as she attended a board meeting; she was looking out of the window as another doctor was speaking. The leaves from the large maple pokok outside were a burnt orange and red; some were falling as the wind shook them off their branches. All she could think of was House, but a board member calling her name interrupted her thoughts.
House was sitting in the room he was given, laying on bahagian, atas of the steel bed; he could already feel the intense pain gradually approaching. To make it worse, he had just left what was the beginning of a relationship he wanted.
The lone window, covered in a wire grill, was his only connection to the outside. The appearance of a prison it was, but it was probably worse than prison in House’s eyes. No Vicodin for four hours had already proven difficult, and he still had a full night to get through before he got to see the doctor about a different pain management routine, and then with that he had to deal with the psychiatric nonsense they were going to be shoving down his throat at any time hari atau night…
Sorry i havent updated anything it is just because this fanfic kinda sucks and i am thinking about quiting.
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what anda think, it is okay if anda think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did anda want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the Ciuman i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to Ciuman her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and anda actually let your human side tunjuk for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
Bur here comes another chapter PLZ tell my what anda think, it is okay if anda think it sucks to;D
House and cuddy were sitting in the hot tub at houses home.
House ; so what did anda want to say??
Cuddy ; it is about the Ciuman i was feeling emotion...
What??
House was looking at cuddys lips with dreamy eyes all he wanted to do was to Ciuman her again like they had did last ninght at her house.
House ; Nothing!
Cuddy ; okay,, as i was saying only reason why we kissed was because i was feeling emotional because of joy and anda actually let your human side tunjuk for a moment.
what?? cuddy asked again
House ; Nothing it is just..
house went to cuddy and kissed her..
i will continue later plz comment
House to Cuddy point of view (House's POV):
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until anda came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because anda came and showed me wrong
anda take me down, anda bring me up
Well, at least anda made a change
Despite the things anda cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths anda wish to change
anda hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.
You're hopelessly lost, because today
The world seems a bit too big for you
I was pretty sure I've seen it all
Until anda came, opened up my heaven
And ironically my hell
I get torn down
You're glad to get torn down with me
Well that's something I've never seen
It seems that I'm a bit wrong about the world
As of toady
Because anda came and showed me wrong
anda take me down, anda bring me up
Well, at least anda made a change
Despite the things anda cannot see
Despite the world attire
And despite the truths anda wish to change
anda hide well, that i have to admit
But I can see right through you.