Something to tide you guys (well, I hope it does!) until I update, a sneak peek:::
Cuddy was on the phone with a donor when she saw House approaching her office. A frown immediately took up residence on her face when she saw his limp more pronounced.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs, I'll have to call you back," she apologized, putting down the phone as soon as she heard the donor's reply. House walked in.
"I need a few days off…" He immediately jumped to his reason for barging into her office, looking at anything but her.
"Are you checking into a hotel with a vessel of cash and a plethora of hookers again?" Cuddy quickly shot, not really meaning to, but her mouth had already opened before she could stop herself.
House stared at her for a while before he suddenly lowered his head. He let out a low chuckle. "That was good," he said, meeting her gaze for a while. He had no excuse for himself. He had resorted to pay prostitutes after their break up—he didn't know any other way to forget about his pain and hurt.
Cuddy shook her head, regretting having opened her mouth. "It wasn't. I'm sorry."
He chose to get back on topic. "I need a few days off…"
"I heard you the first time. You have a patient. No." Cuddy knew he needed some time off and that he deserved it, but she couldn't let him take time off just like that again.
"You've always said I could handle things over the phone. Or was that just so I can babysit your daughter?"
Cuddy sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples; an action she'd been doing lately. "House. Finish your case, and then take a few days off."
"Okay," House agreed, nodding his acquiescence, knowing she won't allow him to leave. Besides, he wanted to get out of her office and her sight as soon as he could—he didn't trust himself much around her anymore. He turned to leave, grimacing as his leg shook a little.
"House," Cuddy called out, her brows furrowed.
House heaved in a deep breath, not turning to look at her. He stood there, waiting for Cuddy to talk. His eyes squinted shut upon hearing her stand to her feet, her heels clicking their way closer to where he stood.
"House, look at me," she whispered, glad that her blinds were shut, offering them privacy.
House reluctantly turned. She took another step closer to him, her hand trembling as she lifted it to press her palm against his chest. House wanted to stop her, but he craved her touch, the warmth and smoothness of her skin. He was powerless to stop her. He looked into her eyes, emotions swimming in his own cerulean orbs.
"You're not taking vicodin." It wasn't a question. She finally realized that he'd lied to her that night.
His eyes softened as he saw the mixture of hurt and relief in her beautiful eyes.
Author's Note:::
Hey, guys... I know I promised to update last Sunday. I got distracted by The Good Wife, which is an amazing show... in my opinion.
Again, thank you so much for the reviews, the subscriptions, and support! I would have finished the chapter tonight if something hadn't happened. Broken Strings 4 would have been updated tomorrow.
I took Mom to the ER earlier today and she ended up having to be confined for five days. Sadly, the hospital doesn't have WiFi. And I'm the only one who could look after her. I promise to update as soon as my mom's well and as soon as I finish the chapter. I'll probably be writing stuff down later when I get back there. I just went home to get a few thing. As soon as I got inside the house I rushed to the couch and cried into a throw pillow. I had to let everything out because I had to be calm and composed earlier. Anyway, I'm thankful it wasn't something TOO serious.
I hope you guys understand and that you'll still be here when I update. I also have yet to reply to the reviews.
I'm really sorry, you guys.
Stay safe and healthy!
Love,
Iane.
