“What are あなた still doing here?”

Cuddy turned around startled によって House standing at her office door, piles and piles of papers surrounded her.

“I’m, just sorting some things out. You’re here unusually late. あなた still working on the case?”

House hesitated for a second, before he slowly walked in.

“I don’t have a case. I did, but now I don’t.”

Cuddy smiled, before finishing what she was writing, and then moving to her file cabinet.

“I’m done!”

Cuddy turned to House and had the widest smile on her face; but House didn’t reflect the same mood back.

“Are あなた okay?”

House tapped his cane gently, trying to pluck up the courage to speak.

“I don’t think I am okay. I don’t know what it is but, something just feels different”

Cuddy gave a puzzled look, as House exhaled and he released the tension in his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter.”

House reached for the door handle.

“House.”

Cuddy had her arms folded when House turned around to face her.

“Tell me.”

Cuddy half sat on the edge of the desk, and waited patiently.

“I’m having hallucinations, lucid dreams I keep blacking out and forgetting things.”

A look of concern was on Cuddy’s face, as House began to sound worried.

“I’ve looked at every book, every journal-“

House hung his head before looking up at Cuddy, with a look of despair.

“Nothing?”

“I don’t know, what the hell’s going on with me.”

                        *

House was sitting in one of the arm chairs, Cuddy sitting opposite him on the coffee table. Face to face.

“Does anyone else know?”

Cuddy was measuring his pulse, and ハート, 心 rate.

“Wilson obviously suspects something”

Cuddy sat up and removed the stethoscope from her ears.

“Is this what caused あなた to crash your motorcycle the other week?”

House sat back and rubbed his sore leg.

“I can’t remember even going to New York, let alone why I crashed it.”

“I want to get a PET scan of your brain; maybe it’s the after effects of the bus crash, または maybe-“

House looked up into her eyes, as she tried to stay calm without crying.

“It’s psychological.”

Cuddy seemed reluctant to agree with what House said, but had to accept that this could be a possibility.

“Let me get a light.”

Cuddy went to her lab coat, and took out a light. She flashed it in his eyes to check his pupil response.

“Pupils don’t seem to be reactive on your right side.”

House waved Cuddy’s hand away from his face, before attempting to leave. Cuddy stood in his way.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m going home.”

House walked past her, Cuddy stood torn. While House left.

                        *
Cuddy waited a moment before grabbing the phone on her 机, デスク and calling Wilson.

“Hello?”

Wilson was at home, eating a Chinese take-away.

“It’s Lisa. I need あなた to check-up on House.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

Cuddy’s voice began to break.

“Just go to his apartment; Watch him for me. Find any excuse, I don’t care if he doesn’t believe you. If あなた don’t, then he might not wake-up tomorrow.”

Wilson put the phone down, and grabbed his ジャケット and keys; and made his way to House’s apartment.

Cuddy grabbed her coat, and took off to go and be with Rachel. Her mind was not too far away from House.

                        *