"Pain. A feeling we all encounter at some point in our lives, whether we like it atau not. We benefit from it, and we have our disadvantages.
Pain, can be a teacher. It can be full of discipline.
Pain, can be a friend. When anda think, anda have no one to turn to.
Pain, can oddly be a comfort. To those who truly need it.
Pain, can be many things. But the most common form that I have seen it as, is a strengthener. As strange as it seems, I have seen it, strengthen people, for the better."
-James Evan Wilson
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House was on the freeway, twenty, maybe thirty minit away. With one hand at the twelve o'clock position, he changed from lane to lane, thinking about only one thing--or person, anda could say.
He looked like he was thinking as he glared out onto the road. He seemed, focused. What that was, was still in question.
Eventually, House pulled up into a Marriott parking lot, and parked his car in the first handicap angkasa he could find. He got out, being wary of his leg, and went for his duffel bag in the trunk, then entered.
As soon as he walked in, the woman running the front meja immediately started talking to him.
"Dr. House?"
"Obviously."
"I have your room key all set for you."
"Is this free?"
"No, this is courtesy of Dr. Yvenstier. He's paid for all your expenses. You're in room 246."
He limped awkwardly up to the meja to receive his card, and nodded at her and began to walk out of the lobby. He passed through the halls and met an elevator. He went directly in, and went for the saat floor. Within minit he found his room, and entered, then collapsed on his katil to rest after tossing his duffel bag onto the couch. Reaching into his pocket, he snatched out his phone to check the time. Ten passed eleven. Then he saw a missed alert and then checked to see what it was.
Cuddy:
====================
U there yet? Call me
as soon as anda get
there and in your
room.
====================
10:57pm Wed, July 2
He snickered at her concern, and called her up. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"You really found it necessary to send that?"
"It's me House, of course it is."
"Why do anda still call him House? In all my years knowing anda two, you've never called him sejak Greg."
"Neither have you."
"Whose that in the background?"
"Wilson."
"You've called, everyone sejak their first name at least ONCE. But, not House. Never House."
"Shut up Wilson."
"You don't have to call me Greg. I find it--unnecessary."
"And you'd hate it anyway."
"You've called Cameron, Allison, Chase, Robert, Foreman, Eric, Thirteen, Remy, anda even called her sejak her real last name Hadley. I'm not sure about Taub though. Have you?"
"Shut up Wilson."
"See the piece of work anda get stuck with when I'm gone?"
"Yeah. For once, I've learned to appreciate your narcissism and sarcasm."
"Ha."
"So what anda up to over there?"
"I am at a club, and I have the sexiest stripper alive, on my lap."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because anda trust me?"
"No, because first of all, the sexiest stripper alive is me, and I haven't put on a tunjuk for anda yet."
"Well--technically anda have. In a fantasy-hallucination scenario."
"When?"
"Remember the accident? How I busted up my head?"
"Yeah..."
"Remember when--let's make this easier, remember when I threw up on your shoes?"
"After your bath? Yeah."
"In the bath, we had a differential--while anda stripped."
"But?"
"But what? What else is there lebih to that? atau are anda talking about your ass?"
"Are anda drunk atau something?"
"No, I slipped him some meds."
"Oh."
"But, right when that glorious moment came for the garments to come off--you ended it."
"Figures. Dating atau not, if we needed to solve a differential, we would solve that differential."
"How did anda know there was a 'but'?"
"There's always a catch."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going to go head down to MTH. anda go deal with speed boy over there, and I'll call anda later."
"Right. Talk to anda later. Cinta you."
"Love anda too."
He hung up, and smiled, but before heading down to MTH, he decided to take a walk through the city.
---
Fifteen minit later 11:35 a.m.
House limped through the streets of Manhattan, looking through all the windows and corner shops around. It was a perfect hari to be walking. The sun was perfectly over the city, basking in its glory as all the citizens walked through the streets.
Despite all their presence, House, felt so alone.
He took long strides in the center of the crowd that was slowly swallowing him. He had on his usual angered face, squinted eyes, and a steady grin. But he was hidden beneath the crowd, as if he was hiding. But he eventually broke from the crowd, and shifted to the side, where he found his attention elsewhere--through a window. He quickly past through a group of people, and made his way inside.
---
Hours later at Manhattan Teaching Hospital 4:47 p.m.
House was sitting in the corner, away from everyone else in the drug trials. Meeting with Dr. Yvenstier had already been done, and now he had no pleasure in actually participating in the drug trials. And one person to notice this came over to him, and tried some conversation.
"Dr. House?"
"Diagnostician at your service." he berkata sarcastically.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jillian Kingston?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"It shouldn't. To anda at least."
"Nice to meet you." After her remark, he became interested.
"I'm a friend of Dr. Yvenstier. I'm a psychologist."
"That benefits me how?"
"You need help don't you?"
"How do anda know I need help."
"Doesn't everyone need a little help with themselves?" Even doctors like you?"
"Granted. What's my problem then, cause well--I don't have a clue."
"By the way you're sitting and your stare alone tell me already that you're troubled."
"Personal problems."
"There are never just personal problems between a psychologist and their patients."
"Okay then, I'm uncomfortable with the size of my penis. I find it way too large for my liking."
"Point taken. This seems like a serious problem however."
"The penis thing atau my actual problem?"
"I can go at this all hari House. anda might as well tell me what your problem is."
"Why."
"Because."
"Seriously, why do I need to tell you? I'm sure I didn't ask for help. I'm sure I didn't confront anda with my problem, whether atau not I have one, and why have anda come over to me in the first place?"
"Why, anda got a girlfriend? Doubt it, but I'm taking a shot here."
"Yeah."
"She mean a lot to you?"
"Certainly."
"How sick is she?"
"Healthier than ever."
"Cancer?"
"Lung."
"Terminal? See, just sejak anda responding stupid answers, I can figure anda out. Your statement, asking me why I came over, shows that you're protecting yourself and anda get defensive. Saying she meant a lot to anda means the problem was with her, and exactly how anda berkata it, defines that she's sick. anda defending that she's healthier than ever, proves that you're saying the opposite meaning, she's sicker than ever and the fact that anda berkata ever, reflects life, saying that she's sick and her life is on the line. So? Cancer, and its terminal and anda filled in all the other blanks."
"Well done Kingston."
"I try my best."
"I left her behind to go to this damn thing."
"If anda didn't want to go, and anda went anyways--she made you?"
"Yeah."
"Can't stop worrying atau thinking about her?"
"Nope."
"I see. Well, is she in good care?"
"I hope so. Otherwise she's damned for sure."
"Then why worry? anda not being there to save her from death scares you? Do anda think that if you're not there, something will automatically happen to her?"
"Yes."
"Why do anda believe so?"
His pager went off. He looked down, and then looked back up at Kingston.
"Well, to answer all three of your questions: One, I worry, because I Cinta her. I am capable of that emotion sejak the way. Two, it does scare me that I'm not there to save her. Because, not only can I not save her, but goodbyes are left unsaid. And three, I'm always right, cause that page told me she's having a hati, tengah-tengah attack so, give my regards to Yvenstier and my apologies for my early departure. Good talking Kingston. Keep in touch."
She looked at him in shock as he got up, and began limping out of there over to his car. He revved up the engine and headed straight for the freeway, without returning to the hotel and without even a glance back.
Pain, can be a teacher. It can be full of discipline.
Pain, can be a friend. When anda think, anda have no one to turn to.
Pain, can oddly be a comfort. To those who truly need it.
Pain, can be many things. But the most common form that I have seen it as, is a strengthener. As strange as it seems, I have seen it, strengthen people, for the better."
-James Evan Wilson
|||
House was on the freeway, twenty, maybe thirty minit away. With one hand at the twelve o'clock position, he changed from lane to lane, thinking about only one thing--or person, anda could say.
He looked like he was thinking as he glared out onto the road. He seemed, focused. What that was, was still in question.
Eventually, House pulled up into a Marriott parking lot, and parked his car in the first handicap angkasa he could find. He got out, being wary of his leg, and went for his duffel bag in the trunk, then entered.
As soon as he walked in, the woman running the front meja immediately started talking to him.
"Dr. House?"
"Obviously."
"I have your room key all set for you."
"Is this free?"
"No, this is courtesy of Dr. Yvenstier. He's paid for all your expenses. You're in room 246."
He limped awkwardly up to the meja to receive his card, and nodded at her and began to walk out of the lobby. He passed through the halls and met an elevator. He went directly in, and went for the saat floor. Within minit he found his room, and entered, then collapsed on his katil to rest after tossing his duffel bag onto the couch. Reaching into his pocket, he snatched out his phone to check the time. Ten passed eleven. Then he saw a missed alert and then checked to see what it was.
Cuddy:
====================
U there yet? Call me
as soon as anda get
there and in your
room.
====================
10:57pm Wed, July 2
He snickered at her concern, and called her up. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"You really found it necessary to send that?"
"It's me House, of course it is."
"Why do anda still call him House? In all my years knowing anda two, you've never called him sejak Greg."
"Neither have you."
"Whose that in the background?"
"Wilson."
"You've called, everyone sejak their first name at least ONCE. But, not House. Never House."
"Shut up Wilson."
"You don't have to call me Greg. I find it--unnecessary."
"And you'd hate it anyway."
"You've called Cameron, Allison, Chase, Robert, Foreman, Eric, Thirteen, Remy, anda even called her sejak her real last name Hadley. I'm not sure about Taub though. Have you?"
"Shut up Wilson."
"See the piece of work anda get stuck with when I'm gone?"
"Yeah. For once, I've learned to appreciate your narcissism and sarcasm."
"Ha."
"So what anda up to over there?"
"I am at a club, and I have the sexiest stripper alive, on my lap."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because anda trust me?"
"No, because first of all, the sexiest stripper alive is me, and I haven't put on a tunjuk for anda yet."
"Well--technically anda have. In a fantasy-hallucination scenario."
"When?"
"Remember the accident? How I busted up my head?"
"Yeah..."
"Remember when--let's make this easier, remember when I threw up on your shoes?"
"After your bath? Yeah."
"In the bath, we had a differential--while anda stripped."
"But?"
"But what? What else is there lebih to that? atau are anda talking about your ass?"
"Are anda drunk atau something?"
"No, I slipped him some meds."
"Oh."
"But, right when that glorious moment came for the garments to come off--you ended it."
"Figures. Dating atau not, if we needed to solve a differential, we would solve that differential."
"How did anda know there was a 'but'?"
"There's always a catch."
"Yeah. Well, I'm going to go head down to MTH. anda go deal with speed boy over there, and I'll call anda later."
"Right. Talk to anda later. Cinta you."
"Love anda too."
He hung up, and smiled, but before heading down to MTH, he decided to take a walk through the city.
---
Fifteen minit later 11:35 a.m.
House limped through the streets of Manhattan, looking through all the windows and corner shops around. It was a perfect hari to be walking. The sun was perfectly over the city, basking in its glory as all the citizens walked through the streets.
Despite all their presence, House, felt so alone.
He took long strides in the center of the crowd that was slowly swallowing him. He had on his usual angered face, squinted eyes, and a steady grin. But he was hidden beneath the crowd, as if he was hiding. But he eventually broke from the crowd, and shifted to the side, where he found his attention elsewhere--through a window. He quickly past through a group of people, and made his way inside.
---
Hours later at Manhattan Teaching Hospital 4:47 p.m.
House was sitting in the corner, away from everyone else in the drug trials. Meeting with Dr. Yvenstier had already been done, and now he had no pleasure in actually participating in the drug trials. And one person to notice this came over to him, and tried some conversation.
"Dr. House?"
"Diagnostician at your service." he berkata sarcastically.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jillian Kingston?"
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"It shouldn't. To anda at least."
"Nice to meet you." After her remark, he became interested.
"I'm a friend of Dr. Yvenstier. I'm a psychologist."
"That benefits me how?"
"You need help don't you?"
"How do anda know I need help."
"Doesn't everyone need a little help with themselves?" Even doctors like you?"
"Granted. What's my problem then, cause well--I don't have a clue."
"By the way you're sitting and your stare alone tell me already that you're troubled."
"Personal problems."
"There are never just personal problems between a psychologist and their patients."
"Okay then, I'm uncomfortable with the size of my penis. I find it way too large for my liking."
"Point taken. This seems like a serious problem however."
"The penis thing atau my actual problem?"
"I can go at this all hari House. anda might as well tell me what your problem is."
"Why."
"Because."
"Seriously, why do I need to tell you? I'm sure I didn't ask for help. I'm sure I didn't confront anda with my problem, whether atau not I have one, and why have anda come over to me in the first place?"
"Why, anda got a girlfriend? Doubt it, but I'm taking a shot here."
"Yeah."
"She mean a lot to you?"
"Certainly."
"How sick is she?"
"Healthier than ever."
"Cancer?"
"Lung."
"Terminal? See, just sejak anda responding stupid answers, I can figure anda out. Your statement, asking me why I came over, shows that you're protecting yourself and anda get defensive. Saying she meant a lot to anda means the problem was with her, and exactly how anda berkata it, defines that she's sick. anda defending that she's healthier than ever, proves that you're saying the opposite meaning, she's sicker than ever and the fact that anda berkata ever, reflects life, saying that she's sick and her life is on the line. So? Cancer, and its terminal and anda filled in all the other blanks."
"Well done Kingston."
"I try my best."
"I left her behind to go to this damn thing."
"If anda didn't want to go, and anda went anyways--she made you?"
"Yeah."
"Can't stop worrying atau thinking about her?"
"Nope."
"I see. Well, is she in good care?"
"I hope so. Otherwise she's damned for sure."
"Then why worry? anda not being there to save her from death scares you? Do anda think that if you're not there, something will automatically happen to her?"
"Yes."
"Why do anda believe so?"
His pager went off. He looked down, and then looked back up at Kingston.
"Well, to answer all three of your questions: One, I worry, because I Cinta her. I am capable of that emotion sejak the way. Two, it does scare me that I'm not there to save her. Because, not only can I not save her, but goodbyes are left unsaid. And three, I'm always right, cause that page told me she's having a hati, tengah-tengah attack so, give my regards to Yvenstier and my apologies for my early departure. Good talking Kingston. Keep in touch."
She looked at him in shock as he got up, and began limping out of there over to his car. He revved up the engine and headed straight for the freeway, without returning to the hotel and without even a glance back.
I'll tell anda a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
I couldn't sleep and I had a gush of inspiration hit me and so I decided to make a Huddy poem :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly Kekasih her.
Aren't they Kekasih at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to Cinta she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Kekasih from afar.
Tell me what anda think :)
Dedicated to the awesome that is you,the Huddys ^^
Enjoy!
A lover from afar,
Isn't really a lover at all.
If she truly loves him,
And he truly Kekasih her.
Aren't they Kekasih at all?
They were once lovers.
Deeply passionate lovers.
But those days have come,
And those times have gone
But they both hadn't moved on.
She had gone through many
Lusters and not one lover.
She had thought about him
And that made the lusters
Turn into dust.
He had gone through a another lover,
But she wasn't like her.
As he thought about her,he
Began to Cinta she more.
But she moved on to another.
A lover from afar,is
Truly a lover at all.As thoughts
Become actions,and actions,
Became thoughts.
He and her are indeed,
Kekasih from afar.
Tell me what anda think :)
This is part eight
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
10.I CANT SIT sejak AND WATCH anda KILL YOURSELF
9.I NEED YOU
8.HOUSE LOOKING THROUGH CUDDY'S WINDOW
7.EVERYONE KNOWS THIS IS GOING SOMEWHERE
6.IF SHE TURNS AROUND SHE'S INTO HIM TOO
5.CUDDY & HOUSE WILSON'S HEART
4.CUDDY TOUCHING HOUSE'S FACE
3.THERE FIRST KISS
2.I ALWAYS WANNA Ciuman YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1.YOUR AFRAID TO BE HAPPY , WHY DO anda CARE IF IM HAPPY???