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Back to You - Fino all'imbrunire - Cap. II "Save Myself"
Cuddy, sitting on her couch, was looking casually at Rachel while she was building a tower probably taller than she was.
"Mommy!" The woman gently placed the tea she was holding in her hands. She moved, letting Rachel climb onto the couch.
"When is House back? I want to play pirates with him! He doesn't want to be my friend anymore?" Her big eyes, wide open, waiting for an answer.
"Of course he still wants to be your friend, honey, why do not you teach me this pirates game now?" She did not know exactly why she had lied to her but she could not help it. She did not want to share her pain with Rachel and perhaps that lie was a way to keep alive the possibility of his return.
"So we can play all together?" She said with a smile, the trepidation in her eyes, as if her life depended on that answer.
House squeezed the empty orange bottle of Vicodin between his fingers: how far should he run away to stop feeling that weight oppress his chest? To stop seeing his face every time he closed his eyes?
Days of Vicodin and alcohol had certainly not relieved his pain: "I can do better". He had told her that night. He had begged her not to leave him, but she had been afraid and had chosen the simpler way, the road without him.
Could he really change? Could he really have done better for her? People do not change, he had always been sure of it.
"You have made me a worse doctor, and people are going to die because of that. And you are totally worth it. If I had to choose between saving everyone or loving you and being happy, I choose you. I choose being happy with you. I will always choose you."
He left the glass still full on the counter and hobbled down to the exit of the bar.
The moon shone high in the sky when - finally - it reached its destination.
"It's not working, Wilson!" He had entered his friend's apartment and had waited for hours. "You are late, Jimmy! Were you in good company? ".
"House! What the hell are you doing here? "
"Well since I left, you never stopped looking for me, why are you complaining now? Did you find me!"
"You disappeared for two weeks, House! I thought you were dead. I was worried. Cuddy was worried ... "
"Keep out Cuddy!" He shouted, his gaze blank. He brought a hand to his leg, with a grimace of pain.
"What happened?"
"I just returned her brush, she cared so much" A mask of sarcasm painted on her face.
"It had to be a really important brush." Wilson approached the couch and sat down.
"I wanted to change, but it did not work .." The gaze on the shoes, the stick that swirled quickly between the fingers.
"You just wanted to forget"
"Same result, different methods"
"You must talk to the Cuddy"
"And you should stop having fun with the ladies dying" He sighed, got up from the couch and went to the door. "I have to stay away from Cuddy"
"Why? What are you afraid of?"
"Because I am a toxic, I am unhappy and I make her unhappy."
"But you love her"
"This is not enough"
Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels
I drown it with a drink and out-of-date prescription pills
And all the ones that love me they just left me on the shelf
So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself
