Two Americans in London Chp 10

An Unfortunate Series of Events

So here is the next one, I've been in a kind of angsty mood lately so I guess my story is suffering from it ;). Thanks to all of my readers, you're comments really make my day! I'm dedicating this particular chapter to two very good, equally obssesed Huddy friends: Babybell and Cuddles! Love you guys!

House sat in the taxi cab, twirling his cell-phone in his hands, he was frowning. The frown gave the impression he was deep in thought, but really it was the product of sinking into self pity. His face twitched slightly when he thought about Cuddy, the way she had looked at him when she had woken up, the way she had refused to go with him. He stared out of the windows of the taxi, looking at the gray clouds that were shielding out the sun, somehow mirroring the expression that lay in Cuddy's eyes that morning. Her eyes seemed so empty of the flair they used to have, greyed, emotionless and utterly stoic, clouds of vacancy hiding the emotions House knew so well. He sighed harshly trying to block the conversation from his mind.

House limped into Cuddy's hospital room, holding a Mars Bar, hoping that chocolate was indeed the solution to all of women's problems. He came to her bedside and narrowed his eyes in pity as he looked at the small frame of hers, slowly rising and falling with each breath she took. He swallowed up his pride when the sudden wave of guilt hit him and he bent over to touch her leg softly to wake her up.

"I come bearings gifts," He said quietly.

Cuddy opened her eyes, she tried to smile but it came off as more of a grimace. "Gifts of chocolate, how well you know you woman psyche." She said sarcastically, she pushed herself up onto the pillows so she could see him better, refusing to allow the wince she wanted to make to come out.

"Cameron's been tutoring me." House replied, he handed her the Mars Bars and pulled up a chair to sit in. Cuddy placed the candy bar on the bedside table beside her, quietly refusing to eat it. She didn't say anything so House pressed on. "Not eating now? "

"Not hungry," she said simply.

"Starving yourself isn't the best idea Cuddy, kind of contradicts the doctors' orders."

"Who said I'm starving myself? Maybe I just don't want a candy bar right now." Cuddy said slowly.

House narrowed his eyes at her but dropped the conversation. They sat silently for a few seconds; he studied her, trying to deduce what was going through her brain. He could practically hear Wilson telling him to just ask her how she was, but that would be too simple. Cuddy seemed to be unaware of his intense stare. Her eyes were unfocused, she was looking at her hospital wristband but it was evident she was thinking about other things. She fingered the wristband lightly, it hurt to watch her and almost out of his own selfishness of not wanting to watch her like this anymore he broke the silence.

"There're worse things to lose," House muttered softly.

Cuddy stared up at him from the sort of trance she had been in, her eyes a dull shade of gray as opposed to the blue he was used to. "Please don't trivialize this." She muttered.

"I'm not, I'm merely pointing out-"Cuddy cut him off.

"I don't want your logic here or your reason, I want to be human. I want to delve in my own self pity. Aren't I entitled to that?"

"Self pity can only end in two ways. You feel worse about what has happened or you feel worse about yourself. It never works."

"You should take a leaf from your own book." Cuddy replied harsher than she had intended.

They sat silent for a few moments before House tried again. "Let's get out of here; you're perfectly healthy any idiot can see that."

"I don't want to leave." Cuddy replied.

"Come on I'll buy you an ice-cream if you're a good girl."

"I'm not going House." Cuddy replied, her voice strong. House tried to unhook one of the IV poles from her skin and she slapped his hand away, "I'm not one your patients you can just bully around."

"You really want to stay here? It's not going to do anything." House replied getting up.

"It'll give me time to think," Cuddy replied, turning on her back so she didn't have to look at him anymore.

"Think about what, your dead baby?"

Cuddy turned around as fast as she could, eyes flaring with anger, "Just get out House."

"You didn't even know about it, you didn't even have time to get attached." House said trying to make her understand.

Cuddy bit her bottom lip and looked away, "Please just go away," she pleaded softly.

House hurt and confused nodded his head gruffly and limped out the room.

"You pick now to call me?" Wilson said angrily.

"Didn't know I had a wife waiting at home," House replied, pulling his eyes away from the English countryside passing outside of the window.

"House you've been gone about a week now, and nothing. What the hell are you getting up to over there?"

"Cuddy's in the hospital," House replied, trying to sound very non-chalent.

"Well that explains why you called." Wilson muttered.

"What?"

"The only reason you called was for advice," Wilson replied knowingly.

"No, I also called to tell you we had sex."

"Before or after she was unconscious?"

"Ha ha very funny," House muttered.

"House," Wilson paused realizing he would have to help House out a little, "What happened?"

Cameron sat in the differential room, watching Wilson on the phone a little impatient; wanting to know what was going on.

"It could be an infection, spreading to his heart." Chase was saying when he turned to see Cameron not focusing at all; he poked her, "Cameron, the patient?"

Cameron turned around distracted, "Sorry," she murmured. "You think that's House on the phone?"

Foreman and Chase sighed profoundly. "What does House have anything to do with our patient?" Foreman asked annoyed.

Cameron turned in her seat to face Foreman, "Well I don't know, medical genius on the phone, dying patient. I thought you could connect the dots."

Chase grinned slightly at her comment, "She has a point."

Foreman sighed, "We can do this by ourselves, House will just call us idiots, give us the answer and we won't learn anything."

Cameron had turned back around again, "Wilson's doesn't look to happy, think its bad?"

Foreman threw his hands up in the air and went to go make himself a cup of coffee.

Chase turned in his seat to watch as well, "You sure this is just to get his medical opinion?"

"Jealously isn't attractive on you Chase." She muttered, watching as Wilson's face creased into a concerned frown. "Something has to have happened."

"Yeah, it couldn't just be that House is giving Wilson his usual dosage of crap." Foreman replied from the coffee machine.

"I think she's right Foreman, Wilson doesn't look to happy." Chase noticed as Wilson's free hand went to his hip, a sure sign of agitation.

"How do we even know that's its House?" Foreman asked. Both Chase and Cameron turned around in their seats giving him a look of amazement.

"Who else would it be?" Chase asked. Foreman sighed annoyed.

"Is she alright?" Wilson asked concerned.

"What do you think Sherlock?" House replied.

"God poor Cuddy," Wilson said still in shock, he rubbed the back of his head.

"She had a kid Wilson," House said, "I'm not sure how far along she was, the dumb ass thought she already knew."

"Its not like he's her doctor House." Wilson muttered defending the doctor. "What did she tell you?"

"Told me to leave," House said simply.

"What did you do?" Wilson sighed heavily.

"Why do assume I did something?" House said insulted.

"Cuddy wouldn't throw you out for no reason."

"Emotionally traumatized women through men out all the time, it's called divorce."

"Divorce only applies to married people," Wilson sighed, "Please tell me you didn't preach to her."

"I don't preach, you preach." House defended himself.

"You didn't call her an idiot did you?"

"I did not, I have more tact than that thank you very much," House paused uncomfortable, "I told her to move on."

"It's been what, a night?" Wilson said amazed at House's coldness.

"It won't help-"Wilson cut him off.

"House she's got to have some time before you just blow her away with reason," Wilson said a little angrily, he regained his composure a little, "Let her adapt, remember what it was like with your leg? It's like a piece of you is missing."

House didn't like to admit it, but Wilson was getting to him. "Be a comfort to her, don't be reasonable. Tell her everything is going to be ok."

"So lie," House replied.

"It's not necessarily lying House."

"It is if I'm still relating things to my leg." House snapped the cell phone shut.

Cameron saw Wilson shut his cell-phone slowly and wander back into the room, a frown indicating he was focusing on something. He looked up to see the three fellows looking at him with curiosity.

"Did you know that Skippy's is charging more for their dry cleaning?" Wilson said trying to cover up the phone call.

"What's going on?" Cameron asked.

"Nothing," Wilson replied.

"What's going on?" Cameron repeated.

"Uh, don't we have a patient?" Wilson asked.

"Thank you," Foreman announced and got up to read the symptoms off of the white board.

House arrived at his hotel room; he limped to the bed and laid down. He fingered his cell phone, weighing out the risks of another call. He reached into his pocket, for his recently refilled Vicodin bottle and popped two in his mouth; nothing like one addiction to feed another. Massaging his leg gently he picked up his cell-phone.

"Cuddy?" House asked into the cell phone, he heard her breathe a little uneasily but she didn't hang up.

"You don't have to talk. I just want you to listen."