CHAPTER 9-DNR
The next day Cuddy called me into her office to discuss a patient of mine. I lifted my fist to knock when I heard what was unmistakably a House and Cuddy argument from the other side of the door.
"House, I can't believe you. Seriously, why would you do that? I had to tell all his patients they need to reschedule, and-"
"Look, I know how hard you try with the hospital, but I don't really care."
"House!" I sighed. Poor Cuddy. House was being a real ass lately.
"Cuddy!" he retorted sarcastically. I heard his uneven gait as he came towards the door, and I hid under the assistant's desk as House stormed out, leaving Cuddy in his wake. A minute later I knocked and slowly opened the door. Cuddy was sitting on her couch, head in hands, rubbing her forehead. She stood when she saw me.
"I'm sorry about House," I whispered when I got close to her.
"Stop apologizing, Wilson," she said, smiling.
"It's just…I don't know what it is lately, but don't push him away. I know you must be tired of it, because I am, but you need to be patient with him for just a little longer."
"I'll always be patient with him, Wilson. I just don't know for how much longer I'm going to have to do it."
"I know," I said softly, squeezing her shoulder and leaving the office.
"Wilson." I looked back. "It's probably best if you forget that happened…House and I."
"OK." I made a mental note: Do not remember.
