Hi,

I was bored with myself so I decided to scroll through my gallery and I found the tumblr photo that initially inspired me this series of drabbles. So voila, here you are with a new one. It's to set in that episode the violated girl wouldn't to talk to anyone but House – remember the scene when they're talking in the park? It goes from after she's gone. I hope you enjoy it.

6. Watch the sunset.

There was a heavy, awkward silence in the park though the singing of the birds and a vague noise coming from the area reserved for the kids to play. Several joggers were passing by, too. But all he could hear was silence.

It was mid-July, that time of the year where he came to work in just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The week had been exhausting; a really complicated case showed up and the heat wave wouldn't end. It was then that his leg hurt the most – the fabric of his jeans wouldn't help much either.

It was almost 8 pm but the sun was still in the partly cloudy sky – different tones of red and dark blue and shades of purple and orange. It was beautiful. He looked up, relishing the beauty of the near sunset and the fresh breeze going through his white t-shirt – finally. He would bet thunder would come if not that night, the day after. But for now, sitting on a bench in the park, he was happy with the wind after days of unbearable high temperatures. Though happy wasn't what would define him at that moment – or at any, for that matter.

He sighed, as if he held the weight of the world on his shoulders. And he did, somehow.

"I just saw that girl … Your patient – well, as a psychologist at least. She looks … Better."

House looked down, only to find Cuddy standing at his right side, leaning on the picnic table. She sat beside him, in scrubs.

"Good."

"You look terrible."

"Thank you. I worked hard on it." He took a pause to breathe. "You don't look better yourself. You look like you came out of a horror movie. A bad horror movie."

"I know." She looked down; there was a little bit of blood on her scrubs.

She tiredly rubbed her shoulder in a vain attempt to sooth the pain in it. The hospital had ran out of staff, so she had had to help with an eight hours surgery – House's patient's surgery. It hadn't worked out like they wanted.

"We did what we had to do," she said. She knew how much losing a patient affected him even if he was too stubborn to admit it.

"It wasn't enough to keep him alive though, shame," he sarcastically said.

"You're not God, House. You can't save everyone."

"Even he doesn't save everyone."

"I'm too tired for this conversation."

He looked at her. "Shame."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

Cuddy put her feet on the bench and rested her chin on her knees. They watched the sunset in silence while they could, both lost in their thoughts. They were too dark they couldn't even fully enjoy the beauty the sky was offering.

"That sucks."

"I know," she whispered, looking at the now dark sky. She didn't realize how long they stayed there, staring into the distance. They shared way more than a sunset.

They sighed, as if they held the weight of the world on their shoulders. And they did, somehow.

The End.