A/N: Yeah, i know, i suck at this stuff,blahblahblah.Cuddy's POV. This is when Cuddy হারিয়ে গেছে Joy. Of course, the চুম্বন is much better than this, but i was feeling sad and pessimistic and masochistic.
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I felt the air against my face, unable to leave the sanctuary that was the শীর্ষ of PPTH. The sun hid behind blocks of houses, and I couldn’t help but think that that was what I was doing. Hiding from the fact that I had হারিয়ে গেছে another baby, another shot at happiness, and had ended up miserably hiding from the world’s pitying eyes, and probably House’s accusing ones. Looking down at my watch, I realized that I would be able to leave soon, but, realizing what people might think if I left earlier than I usually did, I decided to stay.
Tears stung my eyes as I thought about it, how the injections hadn’t worked, how I had হারিয়ে গেছে Joy, and the প্রণয় and happiness that came with her. Without permission, the tears slid down my face, and I felt unable to stop them, unable to do anything really.
“You should go home.” ব্যক্ত a quiet voice close behind me.
At the familiar voice, I wiped away my tears hastily; I was sure that House would mock me for my weakness.
“What do আপনি want?” I asked, cursing the way that my voice shook. Even though my back was facing him, he knew I’d been crying. I folded my arms, closing my eyes.
Footsteps alerted me House was now পরবর্তি to me.
Probably analyzing my every move, I thought wryly.
“Wilson’s worried about you.” House confined, ignoring my question. I frowned, and opened my eyes.
“Wilson’s worried about everybody.” I responded, puzzled. House’s tone implied Wilson wasn’t the only one worried about me.
House watched me carefully, like I would break-down at any moment.
But there was something else in his eyes, something unfamiliar, and something other than the pride and arrogance usually seen there. I stared into his eyes, ignoring the fact that he would be able to see the red rims surrounding my eyes. He looked away first, focusing his gaze on the nearly-retreated sun.
“Is it reasonable to assume that he sent আপনি up here?” I asked him, knowing that if Wilson had truly wanted to inform me he was worried, he world have come up here himself.
House glanced at me.
“Yes.” he answered, probably wanting me to assume that he did.
“But he didn’t.” I ব্যক্ত it as a statement, not as a question, knowing it was the truth.
House tilted his head in my direction, but still didn’t look at me.
“No, he didn’t.” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible.
I was surprised; I never expected him to admit it. Rather, I expected him to say it was Wilson who was truly worried about me, not him. But saying that was like saying that he actually cared about me.
I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. He looked back at me, his face emotionless, while his eyes were telling wonders. His hand twitched to the side, as if he wanted to put his hand on my shoulder, but moved away at the last second. He looked at me, at the burnt-out sun, then at the ground.
I closed my eyes, taking comfort from the oddly familiar sound of a cane thumping on the ground as the তিক্ত Diagnostician retreated from the roof-top, from the sunset, and from me.
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Me hate me. Please rate and comment. im just so glad this didn't happen.
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I felt the air against my face, unable to leave the sanctuary that was the শীর্ষ of PPTH. The sun hid behind blocks of houses, and I couldn’t help but think that that was what I was doing. Hiding from the fact that I had হারিয়ে গেছে another baby, another shot at happiness, and had ended up miserably hiding from the world’s pitying eyes, and probably House’s accusing ones. Looking down at my watch, I realized that I would be able to leave soon, but, realizing what people might think if I left earlier than I usually did, I decided to stay.
Tears stung my eyes as I thought about it, how the injections hadn’t worked, how I had হারিয়ে গেছে Joy, and the প্রণয় and happiness that came with her. Without permission, the tears slid down my face, and I felt unable to stop them, unable to do anything really.
“You should go home.” ব্যক্ত a quiet voice close behind me.
At the familiar voice, I wiped away my tears hastily; I was sure that House would mock me for my weakness.
“What do আপনি want?” I asked, cursing the way that my voice shook. Even though my back was facing him, he knew I’d been crying. I folded my arms, closing my eyes.
Footsteps alerted me House was now পরবর্তি to me.
Probably analyzing my every move, I thought wryly.
“Wilson’s worried about you.” House confined, ignoring my question. I frowned, and opened my eyes.
“Wilson’s worried about everybody.” I responded, puzzled. House’s tone implied Wilson wasn’t the only one worried about me.
House watched me carefully, like I would break-down at any moment.
But there was something else in his eyes, something unfamiliar, and something other than the pride and arrogance usually seen there. I stared into his eyes, ignoring the fact that he would be able to see the red rims surrounding my eyes. He looked away first, focusing his gaze on the nearly-retreated sun.
“Is it reasonable to assume that he sent আপনি up here?” I asked him, knowing that if Wilson had truly wanted to inform me he was worried, he world have come up here himself.
House glanced at me.
“Yes.” he answered, probably wanting me to assume that he did.
“But he didn’t.” I ব্যক্ত it as a statement, not as a question, knowing it was the truth.
House tilted his head in my direction, but still didn’t look at me.
“No, he didn’t.” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible.
I was surprised; I never expected him to admit it. Rather, I expected him to say it was Wilson who was truly worried about me, not him. But saying that was like saying that he actually cared about me.
I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. He looked back at me, his face emotionless, while his eyes were telling wonders. His hand twitched to the side, as if he wanted to put his hand on my shoulder, but moved away at the last second. He looked at me, at the burnt-out sun, then at the ground.
I closed my eyes, taking comfort from the oddly familiar sound of a cane thumping on the ground as the তিক্ত Diagnostician retreated from the roof-top, from the sunset, and from me.
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Me hate me. Please rate and comment. im just so glad this didn't happen.