James Wilson
Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital
506 Maple street
office #326
Wilson-
So Cuddy has all but dissapeared. You havent heard from her in weeks. She hasnt responded to my letters, answered your phone calls, or shown up for work since the baby incident. Its a mystery, a puzzle, just begging to be peiced together, wich, as you know, i enjoy.
But you know what i enjoy even more than getting puzzles?
Solving them.
I have solved this puzzle.
It was really quite simple. After a few days of endless tortured thinking, the answer came to me. Literally.
At 11:58 a.m.,while i was lying awake staring at the cieling, which i have found myself doing every night (it really is fascinating how little one actually needs sleep)when i heard a little taptaptapping noise. at my window. I assumed it was the pounding driving rain, so i ignored it. But after an hour and a half, it became obvious it wasnt rain and impossible to ignore.
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Now prepare yourself. In group therapy, all they ever tell us to do is be open about our feelings. Im about to be very very open with my feelings, so pay attentio, because this is never happening again.
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there was solution to our little puzzle, standing in the rain, waiting for me to let her in because visiting hours end at seven thirty.
I let her in the window, and she gave me a huge hug. And even though she was sopping wet and freezing, i even hugged back.
We sat on the bed, and we talked for a long,long while.We talked about what shes been going through. She said she stayed a few days at home, depressed about the baby. Obviously. But then she got my letter. She said as she was reading it she was packing the car to come see me. It took her three days, but she finally came to see me in person, because she said she had to.
Then, as we were lying together on the bed,both of us still soaking wet, watching the sun set, she told me what she had drove all the way up to Mayfield to tell me.Youre not gonna beleive this.
She told me she did like me, as well. More than liked me. And she said thats why.....we cant be in contact for the remainder of the time im here, because of my origional hallucination about her.She doesnt think it will be "helpful" to the healing process.
The look in her eyes, i could tell she felt immensly guilty. And i was frustrated with that, and mad at myself, and just generally depressed with her news. But mostly i was just hurting, because i knew she was hurting to.
Then she left out the window,and i sat on the soaking bed for six hours.
Shes on her way back now, she'll be back at work by thursday.
-House
Princeton Plainsboro
Teaching Hospital
506 Maple street
office #326
Wilson-
So Cuddy has all but dissapeared. You havent heard from her in weeks. She hasnt responded to my letters, answered your phone calls, or shown up for work since the baby incident. Its a mystery, a puzzle, just begging to be peiced together, wich, as you know, i enjoy.
But you know what i enjoy even more than getting puzzles?
Solving them.
I have solved this puzzle.
It was really quite simple. After a few days of endless tortured thinking, the answer came to me. Literally.
At 11:58 a.m.,while i was lying awake staring at the cieling, which i have found myself doing every night (it really is fascinating how little one actually needs sleep)when i heard a little taptaptapping noise. at my window. I assumed it was the pounding driving rain, so i ignored it. But after an hour and a half, it became obvious it wasnt rain and impossible to ignore.
~
Now prepare yourself. In group therapy, all they ever tell us to do is be open about our feelings. Im about to be very very open with my feelings, so pay attentio, because this is never happening again.
~
there was solution to our little puzzle, standing in the rain, waiting for me to let her in because visiting hours end at seven thirty.
I let her in the window, and she gave me a huge hug. And even though she was sopping wet and freezing, i even hugged back.
We sat on the bed, and we talked for a long,long while.We talked about what shes been going through. She said she stayed a few days at home, depressed about the baby. Obviously. But then she got my letter. She said as she was reading it she was packing the car to come see me. It took her three days, but she finally came to see me in person, because she said she had to.
Then, as we were lying together on the bed,both of us still soaking wet, watching the sun set, she told me what she had drove all the way up to Mayfield to tell me.Youre not gonna beleive this.
She told me she did like me, as well. More than liked me. And she said thats why.....we cant be in contact for the remainder of the time im here, because of my origional hallucination about her.She doesnt think it will be "helpful" to the healing process.
The look in her eyes, i could tell she felt immensly guilty. And i was frustrated with that, and mad at myself, and just generally depressed with her news. But mostly i was just hurting, because i knew she was hurting to.
Then she left out the window,and i sat on the soaking bed for six hours.
Shes on her way back now, she'll be back at work by thursday.
-House
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love 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.