Chapter 7
The day had ended uneventfully and Cuddy and House had gone to their separate rooms to get some sleep, which was badly needed. Cuddy was sick of House acting like a 5 year old the whole day let alone the accident with Harpo. She did however enjoy their little game of footsie. The way he looked at here after she kicked him made her feel good in a way she could not describe. Maybe it was the same feeling that House enjoyed so much every time he pisses her off? She shrugged it off and got into the shower and then into bed.
Shortly after House received his kick in the leg, by a certain 'Dean of Medicine', it had started to hurt like hell. He hadn't told Cuddy, but instead had taken 2 Vicodin, but the pain hadn't worn off. Glad that the day was over he took a shower and got to bed.
Tuesday – The 2nd day of the conference
Knock … knock …
Nothing! Cuddy was outside House's room knocking at his door for about 5 minutes. He couldn't still be asleep, she thought, it was past 10am by now! She started to worry that something had happened, maybe an accidental overdose of Vicodin!
She frantically tried to open the door but it was locked. She looked around to see a housekeeper coming around the corner. Putting on her most sincere face she approached the young woman and asked her gently to open the door. I didn't take long to convince her.
When she entered the room the first thing she recognised was the darkness.
"Go away" he said from the far corner of the room. She rushed over to him and saw him slumped down on a small couch looking like shit. He shivered and a dust of sweat covered his body. He wasn't dressed. He wore a blank white t-shirt probably the one from the day before and boxer briefs. A blanket crumpled next to him was soaked with sweat.
She looked down and saw the scar on his right leg and a red and blue bruise on his left leg. She hadn't intended to kick him that hard. Gently she put a hand on his forehead, he didn't push it away. He was burning up.
"Leave me alone!" he told her again, trying to control the shivering.
"House you are having fever!" she was concerned.
"Tell me something I don't know!" he said sarcastically, while noticing he was only wearing his underwear he tugged at the blanket to cover himself.
"Go away, Cuddy! Go play doctors with the other kids" he told her dismissingly.
"No House! I won't leave you like this." She was getting more worried.
"I don't need your pity" he said, not wanting her to see him like this nor pitying him for his own stupid actions. Vicodin was dangerous he knew it and he knew the side effects.
"I don't pity you, I'm worried. Has this happened before?" She tried to get him to be a bit more focused.
"Once or twice" he answered although it wasn't the truth.
"How many Vicodin did you have yesterday?" she was curious.
"Who counts?" he said sarcastically, "Why are you here anyway?"
"I do care about you, You know that right?" she asked.
She cares … does he know it … suddenly everything went blurry. Cuddy vanished into thin air and he cried out after her "You told me you would be there for me!"
"Everybody lies" were her last words to him, and it hit him like a ton of bricks.
Knock … knock …
"House are you in there?" she said from the other side of the door, and that doesn't make sense he thought. He opened his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room. It has to be late and this dream …
"House are you going to open up or am I going to be forced to call security?" Cuddy shouted on the other side of the door.
"It´s unlocked!" he managed to yell.
House was still confused about his dream and slowly sat up in bed.
The door opened and Cuddy entered.
"House … you are still in bed?" she shook her head.
"Wet dreams, you know. Won't stop it when it gets really hot! You made an appearance too!" he covered.
"Oh God, nevermind! Hurry up!" Cuddy said as she stomped from the room.
TBC
