Guilt Ridden
Another late night at the office.
Cuddy sighed.
It had become a ritual the past few nights. She would finish up her work for the day as usual, on the usual time, and then she would return to her office and just sit there.
It wasn't like she had been slacking off and leaving paperwork to finish from earlier in the day, although she might as well start doing so just so she'd have an excuse should anyone find her there.
She was conflicted, it was that simple.
The guilt from not telling House the truth had been eating at her gut since the very moment she had agreed with Wilson that it could potentially help to ground him. Instead of going home to dwell on it, she preferred keeping her work at work and so, remained in her office to do so.
Not telling House the truth, she was certain would backfire at some point. He'd find out eventually knowing him.
Until he did, would it really help him?
For all she knew, it could make things worse.
Rather than making him more aware that he could make mistakes and kill people, perhaps he would become more reckless.
Maybe he'd lose whatever it was that made him the great doctor he was.
She hoped from the bottom of her heart that it wouldn't come to that. She had seen the man destroyed so many times before that she was certain that the pieces left to pick up if it should happen again would be impossible to fit back together.
If she were the one to break him, she'd never forgive herself.
She sighed into her hands and let her head drop to her desk.
Until House found out, she wasn't going to get a proper nights' rest, of that she was sure.
fin.