Cuddy woke up in a daze, her head felt like it was inside a vice, it was only when she sat up, that she noticed a glass of water on the coffee table in front of her, with a Vicodin tablet next to it. Cuddy looked at it confused, but then a smile came across her face.
Cuddy: House?
Cuddy called out, but there was no reply. She was alone. Picking herself up, she slipped into the shower and began to remember what happened last night. She bowed her head; the water from the showerhead dripping down her face and back. It was the only time she allowed herself to cry; the water could hide the tears.
When...
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