Cuddy suddenly burst in Pitt’s office where Wilson was having some coffee time with House’s doctor. Both looked at her as if asking something.
Cuddy: Is House here?
Wilson: House? I thought you’re with him?
Cuddy: Would I be here if he’s with me?
Wilson looked at Cuddy as she was about to turn around and look for House. She was looking worried and it seems a burden for her to see Wilson and Pitt doesn’t care.
Pitt: Relax <Cuddy turned and looked at him> He didn’t go anywhere…
Cuddy: That’s the reason why you aren’t getting your ass off and find him?
Pitt: I’m not getting my ass off my chair because I know he can’t go anywhere. ---- He’s in a well guarded psych hospital. I’m pretty sure, he’s just out there and guards know what they should do in case he gets out of the border.
Cuddy gave a sighed before leaving the two gentlemen alone.
Pitt: She likes him too…
Wilson: Do you need proofs?
Pitt and Wilson exchanged chuckles.
Meanwhile, under a tree, but still in the grounds of Mayfield, House was there seated on a rock, secretly rubbing his once bum leg. He was in a little pain but he promised to himself not to tell anyone about it since he believed it will just fade away. Not soon enough, Cuddy appeared from afar and he saw her. He gave a heavy breath and stopped rubbing his leg as she hurriedly walked towards him and the moment she reached his place, their blue eyes landed on the other.
Cuddy: I’ve been looking for you…
House: Means I don’t want to see anybody…
House looked away and Cuddy took the other rock quite far from where he was seated as she looked at the Mayfield building.
Cuddy: Are you happy here?
House: Does that matter?
Cuddy: For some… yes…
House: Some? Does that include you?
They once again exchanged quick glances.
Cuddy: I think so…
House: <Sighed> I’m okay here… No clinic duty… No ---
He bended a little bit forward, gave a quick grip on his leg and Cuddy happened to notice it. He had a grunt as she fell on her knees on front of him and held his leg as well.
Cuddy: The pain’s getting back isn’t it?
House: It tickles…
Cuddy looked at him knowing he’s lying.
House: I’m okay… Stand up, it just needs a little stretching…
She did as what had been told as he slowly stretch his leg again.
Cuddy: How long had you’ve been hiding the pain?
House: This is the first…
Cuddy: You want me to believe that?
House: I want you to believe what I want you to believe… The truth…
House was rubbing his leg heavily and it’s a sign that the pain got worse. Cuddy gave a sighed and sat down beside his leg, removing his hand for her to be the one to rub the pain off as House looked at her intently.
Cuddy: I’m going to talk with Rick and admit you to another physical rehab…
House: I’m okay as I am…
Cuddy: The pain’s back… We don’t need your addiction back either…
Silence owned them as Cuddy rubbed his leg carefully making sure he won’t feel additional pain.
House: You’re going to admit me to a rehab where people don’t know me… Where painkillers and doctors can’t help me…
Cuddy looked at him.
Cuddy: Then I will…
Two nights after, Cuddy stayed late in her office. She made an excuse to Tammy that she’s going to have a meeting but the truth was that, in front of her was the consent form for House’s Physical Rehab. She’s confused, she can’t decide. For hours, she went back from reading the file, getting her pen to laying it back again. She knew House need this rehab but she doesn’t know if he wanted to.
Words that came out from other people two nights before once again drop by her head.
House: I can’t let you be here and leave more important things behind…
Pitt: He needs the rehab but Lisa, you’re not his keeper…
Cuddy now looked desperate as viewed from the clinic window.
House: You’re going to admit me to a rehab where people don’t know me…
Wilson: He’s not afraid to be in rehab, he’s afraid that maybe we won’t be with him along the way…
House: Don’t make the same mistake Stacey did… I made my wishes clear… I’m better off alone with this pain…
Pitt: Lies often gives us the truth…
Cuddy sighed quietly in her office, she got her pen, laid her fist for awhile and signed.
Cuddy: Is House here?
Wilson: House? I thought you’re with him?
Cuddy: Would I be here if he’s with me?
Wilson looked at Cuddy as she was about to turn around and look for House. She was looking worried and it seems a burden for her to see Wilson and Pitt doesn’t care.
Pitt: Relax <Cuddy turned and looked at him> He didn’t go anywhere…
Cuddy: That’s the reason why you aren’t getting your ass off and find him?
Pitt: I’m not getting my ass off my chair because I know he can’t go anywhere. ---- He’s in a well guarded psych hospital. I’m pretty sure, he’s just out there and guards know what they should do in case he gets out of the border.
Cuddy gave a sighed before leaving the two gentlemen alone.
Pitt: She likes him too…
Wilson: Do you need proofs?
Pitt and Wilson exchanged chuckles.
Meanwhile, under a tree, but still in the grounds of Mayfield, House was there seated on a rock, secretly rubbing his once bum leg. He was in a little pain but he promised to himself not to tell anyone about it since he believed it will just fade away. Not soon enough, Cuddy appeared from afar and he saw her. He gave a heavy breath and stopped rubbing his leg as she hurriedly walked towards him and the moment she reached his place, their blue eyes landed on the other.
Cuddy: I’ve been looking for you…
House: Means I don’t want to see anybody…
House looked away and Cuddy took the other rock quite far from where he was seated as she looked at the Mayfield building.
Cuddy: Are you happy here?
House: Does that matter?
Cuddy: For some… yes…
House: Some? Does that include you?
They once again exchanged quick glances.
Cuddy: I think so…
House: <Sighed> I’m okay here… No clinic duty… No ---
He bended a little bit forward, gave a quick grip on his leg and Cuddy happened to notice it. He had a grunt as she fell on her knees on front of him and held his leg as well.
Cuddy: The pain’s getting back isn’t it?
House: It tickles…
Cuddy looked at him knowing he’s lying.
House: I’m okay… Stand up, it just needs a little stretching…
She did as what had been told as he slowly stretch his leg again.
Cuddy: How long had you’ve been hiding the pain?
House: This is the first…
Cuddy: You want me to believe that?
House: I want you to believe what I want you to believe… The truth…
House was rubbing his leg heavily and it’s a sign that the pain got worse. Cuddy gave a sighed and sat down beside his leg, removing his hand for her to be the one to rub the pain off as House looked at her intently.
Cuddy: I’m going to talk with Rick and admit you to another physical rehab…
House: I’m okay as I am…
Cuddy: The pain’s back… We don’t need your addiction back either…
Silence owned them as Cuddy rubbed his leg carefully making sure he won’t feel additional pain.
House: You’re going to admit me to a rehab where people don’t know me… Where painkillers and doctors can’t help me…
Cuddy looked at him.
Cuddy: Then I will…
Two nights after, Cuddy stayed late in her office. She made an excuse to Tammy that she’s going to have a meeting but the truth was that, in front of her was the consent form for House’s Physical Rehab. She’s confused, she can’t decide. For hours, she went back from reading the file, getting her pen to laying it back again. She knew House need this rehab but she doesn’t know if he wanted to.
Words that came out from other people two nights before once again drop by her head.
House: I can’t let you be here and leave more important things behind…
Pitt: He needs the rehab but Lisa, you’re not his keeper…
Cuddy now looked desperate as viewed from the clinic window.
House: You’re going to admit me to a rehab where people don’t know me…
Wilson: He’s not afraid to be in rehab, he’s afraid that maybe we won’t be with him along the way…
House: Don’t make the same mistake Stacey did… I made my wishes clear… I’m better off alone with this pain…
Pitt: Lies often gives us the truth…
Cuddy sighed quietly in her office, she got her pen, laid her fist for awhile and signed.
