"Something--wrong?"
"You tell me."
"I--wish I could?"
House just stared at Wilson. He released the hurt, the anger, and the pain, within this stare, and soon enough, Wilson's face dropped.
"How did you--?"
"The idea that the woman I Cinta is dying, can't really be kept from me."
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"Shit."
"Out of all people, I would expect anda to be the first one to tell me."
"I couldn't. She--asked me not to. Actually she forced me not to."
"It's called a backbone Wilson. anda should think about getting one."
House paced around the room as they continued to argue about the situation at hand.
"She's dying, and anda expect me to break the one thing I promised her?"
"TWO WEEKS. I've known about her symptoms, I had a feeling where they were going. But the fact that neither of anda told me--"
"She was going to tell you--"
"When, at the viewing? atau is that still too early?"
"This all is--it's still hard for even her to process. It's only been two weeks and she's, vulnerable. It's hard for all of us."
"Us? Who else knows?"
"I meant, us, me and her."
House just looked him straight in the eyes and then Wilson spoke innocently,
"Chase and Cameron."
"Damn it."
He turned his head one way and then the other and stormed out of his office. Wilson followed shortly after, and raced him down the corridor.
"Where are anda going?"
"I'm talking to Cuddy."
"No!"
Wilson got in front of House before he could get into the elevator.
"She doesn't want anda to know yet! What part of that didn't anda understand?"
"The part where how I'm not involved in this."
"You think this is about you?"
"No! It's about anda having no balls to tell me the damn truth!"
Wilson just looked at him and right when the doors were about to close, Wilson stopped them and gave way for House. He joined him on the way down. Eventually they made their way into Cuddy's office. House stormed in with Wilson following close behind. Cuddy had a curious face.
"What's going on?"
House just tilted his head down, tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth, giving her the same look he had telah diberi Wilson. She dropped her head.
"Oh God."
She looked up at Wilson with a sorrowful face.
"You told him?"
"Hey, he found out on his own. He's just pissed now."
"Then why are anda angry?"
"Because neither of anda told me."
Wilson shifted towards her sofa, kerusi panjang and Cuddy stood up from her chair as House remained stiff at her doors.
"Two weeks. Two weeks?"
"How did anda even find out?"
"Mrs. No balls Wilson over there left your results on his desk. Found them earlier today."
"God! I was going to tell you. I knew anda were going to blow this way out of proportion."
"You think I'm overreacting?"
"I didn't say that."
"I'm sorry, but the idea of my girlfriend dying isn't something I'd like to be kept secret from me. And certainly not something I can take lightly."
"I wasn't going to keep it from anda forever."
"Just me?"
"No, it was only supposed to be between me and Wilson, no one else. anda would've been the first to tell on my list."
"You told them?"
He had looked at Wilson. So did she.
"Look, they saw her crying okay? I didn't know what else to say."
"You could've made something up?" Cuddy defended.
"God."
Wilson was slightly upset as he sat back on the sofa, kerusi panjang with a sigh, and things were still tense between House and Cuddy. He reached into his jaket pocket and took out his vicodin. He spilled out four tablets.
"Oh God, not now!"
"House!"
He threw all four within his mouth and crushed each one with his teeth to release his anger.
"Are anda trying to kill yourself?"
"You're already dying, might as well."
"Don't say that."
Wilson got up from the sofa, kerusi panjang and mencuri away House's bottle of vicodin. He tossed it in the trash.
"You do know I can just, go over there and take them out?"
"Why are anda doing this."
"I don't know what else to do."
"So your last resort is to drugs?"
"Yes."
"You're throwing everything we worked with down the drain, are anda prepared for that?"
"YES! I'm not prepared to lose anda without any say in it."
"So you're saying you're scared to be alone?"
"Yes."
Her face dropped. Along with her jaw.
"It's my fault."
Their heads turned to Wilson.
"House is right. I should've told him. I had plenty of opportunities. He's involved with this, deeper than it may seem to anda Cuddy. And FYI, fighting, is at the bottom of the senarai of what anda two should be doing right now."
Cuddy was on the verge of tears. She bite her lip to keep herself from sobbing. House's head was bowed to the floor. House turned away. Cuddy looked at him from her side of the room. Then, she started walking slowly towards him. He looked right at her. She was inches away from him. Then he spoke.
"What were anda afraid of." he berkata blankly.
"What?"
"Why were anda afraid to tell me."
"I didn't want you--doing something stupid."
"See, if anda had told me sooner we could've possibly stopped this."
"This is why I didn't want to tell you."
"Because I would try to save your life?"
"Because, I know you, and I know that anda would try to save something that anda can't. This is something no one could've prevented atau saved."
"If I had time--"
Wilson kind of bowed his head and put his hands over his face. It saddened him so much to listen to this conversation. She had put her hands on his neck, and finally let go of the tears. They fell down her face, one after the other. She struggled for a smile as House himself swallowed his tears in agony. Both felt so much agony, that they began to whisper. Talking aloud was already hard enough to do.
"There's nothing that anda could've done."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"I--I could've done something. Anything to give anda time--"
"House, you're not God. And I never expected that out of you, despite what other people may think. You've saved thousands of lives others couldn't save, but--my life--isn't--it isn't one of them."
"If I had known sooner--"
"No. Shush."
"I should have--"
"Please don't start blaming yourself for this. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. anda figure, it's your fault that I'm dying."
"I do."
"But it's not. Even Wilson didn't see this coming."
"He hasn't been with you. He doesn't constantly see anda like I do, even when we weren't together. If I don't blame myself for this, who's left to blame."
"No one."
He silenced himself. His eyes gleamed with tears as he looked away from her. They both sniffled constantly and shook with sadness as they stood before each other. After a minit atau so, she hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck so tight. They both shut their eyes as he hugged back.
"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry."
"No," he shook his head a little.
"No. I am."
"Sorry for what?"
He released their hug and he put his hand on her neck.
"That I can't sit and slowly watch anda disappear out of my life. At all costs, I'm gonna find a way. I may not be God, but I'm damn close."
And he walked out of her office after taking a glance towards her and then Wilson. He limped off, prepared to find a way to save her life, one way atau another.
"You tell me."
"I--wish I could?"
House just stared at Wilson. He released the hurt, the anger, and the pain, within this stare, and soon enough, Wilson's face dropped.
"How did you--?"
"The idea that the woman I Cinta is dying, can't really be kept from me."
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"Shit."
"Out of all people, I would expect anda to be the first one to tell me."
"I couldn't. She--asked me not to. Actually she forced me not to."
"It's called a backbone Wilson. anda should think about getting one."
House paced around the room as they continued to argue about the situation at hand.
"She's dying, and anda expect me to break the one thing I promised her?"
"TWO WEEKS. I've known about her symptoms, I had a feeling where they were going. But the fact that neither of anda told me--"
"She was going to tell you--"
"When, at the viewing? atau is that still too early?"
"This all is--it's still hard for even her to process. It's only been two weeks and she's, vulnerable. It's hard for all of us."
"Us? Who else knows?"
"I meant, us, me and her."
House just looked him straight in the eyes and then Wilson spoke innocently,
"Chase and Cameron."
"Damn it."
He turned his head one way and then the other and stormed out of his office. Wilson followed shortly after, and raced him down the corridor.
"Where are anda going?"
"I'm talking to Cuddy."
"No!"
Wilson got in front of House before he could get into the elevator.
"She doesn't want anda to know yet! What part of that didn't anda understand?"
"The part where how I'm not involved in this."
"You think this is about you?"
"No! It's about anda having no balls to tell me the damn truth!"
Wilson just looked at him and right when the doors were about to close, Wilson stopped them and gave way for House. He joined him on the way down. Eventually they made their way into Cuddy's office. House stormed in with Wilson following close behind. Cuddy had a curious face.
"What's going on?"
House just tilted his head down, tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth, giving her the same look he had telah diberi Wilson. She dropped her head.
"Oh God."
She looked up at Wilson with a sorrowful face.
"You told him?"
"Hey, he found out on his own. He's just pissed now."
"Then why are anda angry?"
"Because neither of anda told me."
Wilson shifted towards her sofa, kerusi panjang and Cuddy stood up from her chair as House remained stiff at her doors.
"Two weeks. Two weeks?"
"How did anda even find out?"
"Mrs. No balls Wilson over there left your results on his desk. Found them earlier today."
"God! I was going to tell you. I knew anda were going to blow this way out of proportion."
"You think I'm overreacting?"
"I didn't say that."
"I'm sorry, but the idea of my girlfriend dying isn't something I'd like to be kept secret from me. And certainly not something I can take lightly."
"I wasn't going to keep it from anda forever."
"Just me?"
"No, it was only supposed to be between me and Wilson, no one else. anda would've been the first to tell on my list."
"You told them?"
He had looked at Wilson. So did she.
"Look, they saw her crying okay? I didn't know what else to say."
"You could've made something up?" Cuddy defended.
"God."
Wilson was slightly upset as he sat back on the sofa, kerusi panjang with a sigh, and things were still tense between House and Cuddy. He reached into his jaket pocket and took out his vicodin. He spilled out four tablets.
"Oh God, not now!"
"House!"
He threw all four within his mouth and crushed each one with his teeth to release his anger.
"Are anda trying to kill yourself?"
"You're already dying, might as well."
"Don't say that."
Wilson got up from the sofa, kerusi panjang and mencuri away House's bottle of vicodin. He tossed it in the trash.
"You do know I can just, go over there and take them out?"
"Why are anda doing this."
"I don't know what else to do."
"So your last resort is to drugs?"
"Yes."
"You're throwing everything we worked with down the drain, are anda prepared for that?"
"YES! I'm not prepared to lose anda without any say in it."
"So you're saying you're scared to be alone?"
"Yes."
Her face dropped. Along with her jaw.
"It's my fault."
Their heads turned to Wilson.
"House is right. I should've told him. I had plenty of opportunities. He's involved with this, deeper than it may seem to anda Cuddy. And FYI, fighting, is at the bottom of the senarai of what anda two should be doing right now."
Cuddy was on the verge of tears. She bite her lip to keep herself from sobbing. House's head was bowed to the floor. House turned away. Cuddy looked at him from her side of the room. Then, she started walking slowly towards him. He looked right at her. She was inches away from him. Then he spoke.
"What were anda afraid of." he berkata blankly.
"What?"
"Why were anda afraid to tell me."
"I didn't want you--doing something stupid."
"See, if anda had told me sooner we could've possibly stopped this."
"This is why I didn't want to tell you."
"Because I would try to save your life?"
"Because, I know you, and I know that anda would try to save something that anda can't. This is something no one could've prevented atau saved."
"If I had time--"
Wilson kind of bowed his head and put his hands over his face. It saddened him so much to listen to this conversation. She had put her hands on his neck, and finally let go of the tears. They fell down her face, one after the other. She struggled for a smile as House himself swallowed his tears in agony. Both felt so much agony, that they began to whisper. Talking aloud was already hard enough to do.
"There's nothing that anda could've done."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"I--I could've done something. Anything to give anda time--"
"House, you're not God. And I never expected that out of you, despite what other people may think. You've saved thousands of lives others couldn't save, but--my life--isn't--it isn't one of them."
"If I had known sooner--"
"No. Shush."
"I should have--"
"Please don't start blaming yourself for this. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. anda figure, it's your fault that I'm dying."
"I do."
"But it's not. Even Wilson didn't see this coming."
"He hasn't been with you. He doesn't constantly see anda like I do, even when we weren't together. If I don't blame myself for this, who's left to blame."
"No one."
He silenced himself. His eyes gleamed with tears as he looked away from her. They both sniffled constantly and shook with sadness as they stood before each other. After a minit atau so, she hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck so tight. They both shut their eyes as he hugged back.
"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry."
"No," he shook his head a little.
"No. I am."
"Sorry for what?"
He released their hug and he put his hand on her neck.
"That I can't sit and slowly watch anda disappear out of my life. At all costs, I'm gonna find a way. I may not be God, but I'm damn close."
And he walked out of her office after taking a glance towards her and then Wilson. He limped off, prepared to find a way to save her life, one way atau another.
When does Cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? Cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what Cinta was and not what it has been made into today sejak commercialisation from American Filem and Televisyen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Cinta for real, can we komen and judge others who are in Love. Cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.