House got out of ベッド after the longest of the nights. He had barely slept a wink after a full night, tossing and turning in the cotton sheets beneath him. He stumbled out of bed, landing on the floor. The pain in his leg ached. And so did his hand. He attempted to stand up, getting on his feet making his way to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and slid his hand across his face. His beard faded all the way up to his hair, fading into stubble. He checked his eyes to see if his vicodin had finally shot his liver, as he did every morning.
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Cuddy's eyes shot open. A screaming Rachel...

Knock. Knock.
Cuddy put down her journal and went to see who was at the door.
Looking through her peep hole she could see House staring back at her. Smiling softly, Cuddy unlatched the door.
"It's a little late." Cuddy 発言しました as she placed a hand on her hip.
"I was bored. Wilson's on a non-date 日付 with that pediatrician who he swears he's just フレンズ with."
"So, I'm unfortunately forced to endure your presence."
"No one's forcing you, but I just happen to know your weakness." He 発言しました as he pulled out a case of cookie dough icecream.
Cuddy grinned from the little reveal. She wasn't quite sure what...

Cuddy was sitting on Wilson´s couch.
C: „So.. We can´t visit him first week?“
Wilson stopped wiriting and looked on her.
W: „No, without any contact with surrounding world.“
C: „Calls, letters.. Nothing?“
W: „Nothing at all.“
Cuddy stood up slowly. She looked into Wilson´s eyes. She was processing.
C: „I wanna to ask you.. Who has he seen?“
W: „You know.. Some people..“
C: „For example..?“
W: „Amber.. and Kutner..“ He started little blushing, but he hid his face into file of some patient.
C: „OK, so he´s seen dead people. It could be just delayed trauma from their...