Hello, sick people! First of all, thanks for the reviews and correcting my errors. It's really important for me.
What do you think about the next chapter? :)
She came into the hospital the next morning, wondering if House was already there. His idea of changing was a bit scary, but it might be interesting to watch him being polite and nice to the patients. She had a terrible headache and she desperately needed somebody to humour her.
When she came into House's office, she saw only Ducklings. What now, Dr House?, she thought. Plan B? She smiled to herself and asked:
"Is House at work?"
Chase looked at her slightly surprised.
"No, not yet. It's half past nine. Do you know what it means?"
"That in thirty minutes it'll be ten o'clock", said a deep voice behind Cuddy. It was so unexpected that she jumped. "Do you have something interesting for me?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no." She handed him the file. "Oh, and can you please come to my office later? I'd like to…"
She suddenly started coughing and didn't finish the sentence.
"Dr Cuddy, are you alright?" Chase looked at her worried.
"I'm okay, thanks. It's just a cold", she answered, waving her hand impatiently.
"Maybe it's because of a broken window. Nights are cold now", remarked House.
She started to laugh, but quickly hid it behind coughing.
"Just come to my office. And good luck with the patient."
Half an hour later someone knocked to her office door. "Come in!", she called, sure it was House. But instead of him she saw Foreman.
"Aren't you busy? I just have a short question."
"No, please sit down. I've just finished the reports. What's the matter?"
"House."
"What's with him?", she asked with anxiety.
"I have no idea. He is at the clinic now, treating the seventh patient. The case you left us in the morning is solved, and it's just noon!"
"You're right, it's strange. I'll talk to him. But as for now, we should be happy", she laughed, and started coughing again.
"Cuddy, are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should go home?"
"No, it's alright. Tell House to come here if you meet him."
"Okay. Thanks", he said and went out.
Cuddy rested her head in her hands. She wasn't feeling well, but she wanted to talk to House. Then she could go home.
"You wanted to see me?", she heard suddenly.
"House. You've terrified me again." She smiled. "Yes, we've got to talk. Your people are shocked about your change. You came back to plan A?"
"Not really. Actually, it's plan D already."
"Uh, I missed a lot. So where's plan C?"
"C was annoying you, but I thought it's stupid."
"It's not a plan. It's your everyday routine", she remarked.
"So I moved on to D. It's impressing you. So many happy patients, so many healthy people – isn't that impressing?"
"I can't see the difference between A and D." She couldn't understand his words, her headache was now really awful.
"I don't have to get up early. I just have to work faster."
"I'm impressed, then. Go continue your fast work."
"Are you alright? You look like hell."
"Thanks. And you're the third person who's asked me about that."
"So maybe you should think about it. You've got fever. Go home."
"Yes, boss", she sighed and stood up. "But be nice when I'm away."
"Yes, mommy." He grinned and went to the clinic.
House was right, she thought, lying down on the sofa. I should stay in bed for some time. She took a cup of tea, two aspirins and quickly fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was already dark. She looked at the clock – half past six. Oh, dear. I've been asleep for all day!
She felt awful. She had a sore throat and a terrible headache hadn't gone away. She groaned and got up. She went to the kitchen, but the fridge was empty. Well, she wasn't hungry at all. She made herself another cup of tea and went back to the living room. She took a book from the coffee table – at least she could catch up with reading.
But after a few lines she realized it was impossible to read. She felt dizzy and couldn't focus on the letters. Great, she thought, lying down. Now I'll die from boredom.
She hated being sick. She hated lying in bed, having nothing to do and feeling useless. She hated being alone and having only a TV as a companion.
Suddenly she heard a noise in the hall. Great. The only thing I need is an impromptu visit. She waited for the person to come to the living room and wasn't really surprised when she saw House.
"Good evening, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?", he asked cheerfully.
"How do you think I'm feeling?"
"You looked terrible, so I guess not very good."
"Genius. And why you called me "sleeping beauty"?"
"Because you've been sleeping all day. I phoned a few times, but you didn't answer. I assumed you didn't go shopping."
"Right. And what are you doing here?" The same question all the time, she thought.
"I've made you some shopping." He showed her a few bags. "Have you eaten anything?"
"Nope. And I'm not hungry."
"You have to take any meds. And you have to eat. We miss you at work."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I've been out only for a day. And you miss me so much?"
"Yep. Especially Wilson", he said and went to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a tray full of food.
"I can't cook, so please forgive me I've ordered something", he grinned.
"I told you I'm not hungry."
"And I told you I'm not interested in it. I'm not going to feed you."
Cuddy sighed and took the fork.
"Are you happy now?", she asked after five minutes.
"Yes, of course. Now take this." He handed her a few pills.
"What's that?"
"Candies. What did you think? Antibiotics."
She shrugged her shoulders and swallowed the pills. She didn't want to argue with him.
"Good girl." He smiled. "And now go to bed. I'm really sorry, but unfortunately I can't carry you to your bedroom."
She stood up and swayed a bit.
"Hey, be careful!" House grabbed her shoulder. "You don't need to hurry. Don't worry, I'm staying."
"No, you're not!" She was conscious enough to react. "I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, I've seen. Come on, we'll talk later."
When they finally reached her bedroom, she lay down with a sigh of relief.
"House, thanks for that all…"
"Not at all, princess", he grinned. "It was my duty as a brave knight. Now sleep. I'll come tomorrow and check if you're alright. Goodnight."
He turned off the light and went out.
Cuddy stared at the closed door for a while. Was it House? Has he just made me dinner and brought meds? I must have a high fever… I'm hallucinating. Yes, it's the only explanation…
And with that thought she fell asleep.
