Chapter 12
House was lying on his bed wit his pajamas on. He started to rub his thigh nervously and stared at the ceiling, frowning. He looked at the clock: 3:40 a.m. He couldn't sleep. He was still thinking of the past two hours at the rave, of the fact that If Cuddy'd not called perhaps now he'd be awake for another reason.
"I'm an idiot! I'm crazy! And it's fair in this way!" he said loudly to his empty apartment.
House was still staring at the ceiling and was thwirling his cane in one hand. He took one of the two Vicodin that had rested upon his stomach.
He dropped the cane on the bed and ran a hand over his face.
"If I knew it was Metacromatic Leucodistrofy before! Who is the idiot that gave me a degree!" he seemed crazy in that moment.
He sat on the bed and the pills fell on the ground. He took the phone.
'No no, better not. Normal people sleep at this time. But I could at least leave her a voicemail' he thought.
"Sure, for example 'Hi Allison, it's House here. You know, I can't sleep and I don't know why and the three cold showers didn't work. How about If I get there?'" he said sarcastically.
'I'm out of my mind? I'm talking with my own brain! I have to stop drinking' he thought shaking his head.
House stood up and paced around barefoot. He had to do something...but what? He exited from the room and turned on the lights and sat at the piano.
'Damn Amy. She and her Rachmaninov!' he thought angrily.
He couldn't play and so he stood up and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. There was nothing interesting on so he threw the remote on the couch and went to the kitchen, opening the fridge that was empty apart from some milk and some indefinite old chinese food.
He drank some milk and then returned to the living room. He took his PSP from the backpack and tried to focus on the game.
Game Over.
He tried again.
Game Over.
Again.
Game Over.
Damn. He threw the PSP near the remote and started to toy with the cane. Then, he stared at the door.
'No way, don't even think to go to her apartment. She will send you to hell! Stop, better another shower' he thought.
House took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He went to the bathroom and took off his pants and boxer. He hooked the cane on the door handle and stepped in the shower.
The cold water hit his back. He closed his eyes and put his hands against the wall.
'Relax...relax' he continued to repeat in his head.
House exited from the shower and gathered his discarded clothes. He went to his room with just a towel wrapped around his hips. He thought that by then, with that pain in his thigh, he'd collapse. But it wasn't so.
He looked at the clock: 4:33 am. He got angry when he read it. Not even an hour had passed!
Allison was lying on her bed and was doing a crossword. She couldn't find a single word. She turned to the clock: 3:42am.
She couldn't relax...she just couldn't. At this time, she'd have been in bed for hours. But not that night...or better, that early morning.
She couldn't not to think of the sensation of his beard against her neck.
She started to toy with the pen and looked over the phone.
'It'd not be so strange...' she thought.
She grabbed the phone and dialed all the numbers but the last one.
"No! Stop, relax now" she yelled to herself.
Allison stood up and left the phone in the room. She had to stay busy. How?
She ran on the treadmill for about 10 minutes but she didn't relax. She felt hot and immediately she thought of the heat felt in the rave.
Inevitably, she thought of him. She switched off the treadmill and went to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and...what a brilliant idea.
Allison emptied the ever well-stocked fridge.
She cleaned it for about 20 minutes. Too little. She felt like she had drunk 1 litre of coffee.
She was pacing around her house and saw the title of the film highlighted on the news.
She smiled thinking about Wilson. She stared at the phone next to the news. The car keys next to the news. The door next to the keys and the phone.
"Sure, it'd a really good idea to go to his apartment at 4:00 am...Very clever" she said sarcastically.
Allison returned to her room. She could just sleep but no, she didn't want to sleep.
Instead, she cleaned the bathroom.
She cleaned all the other rooms. She re-listed the magazines, the CDs, the DVDs.
Now, she couldn't do anything else.
She was on the couch and she was staring at the switched off screen of the TV. She rubbed her eyes.
With the hope to be tired, she stood up and fixed her hair.
She took off her t-shirt and went to the bethroom.
She filled the bath and stared at the mirror. She took off her pants and laid down in the bath, holding her breath. She closed her eyes while she was underwater.
She re-emerged and took a long breath.
After a while, Cameron exited from the bath and gathered her clothes. She put on her bathrobe and returned to her room.
She lied on the bed: 4:32am. She buried her face in the pillow.
Only an hour had passed...only one.
TBC...
