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For two days Cuddy had been calling in sick for herself and House, nobody asked. She stood in the door of her guest room, looking into the dim room. Light filtered in through the covered window casting soft shadows on the sleeping figure. He seemed almost peaceful his face lax and calm. If his team saw him like that they would never had suspected that this man and the manipulative prick they all new and loved where the same person. She sighed she didn't want to have to wake him but he needed a bath. She quietly padded to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "House." House opened his eye. Bleary and red, "hmmm?" his voice rumbled. "You need a bath come on," she said. He groaned as he sat up grasping his cane in his right and standing with a grunt. Cuddy watched him make his way to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He was barely coherent, she sighed and went to get a towel and a fresh bar of soap.

House watched Cuddy's shadow move around the room quietly as he made his way to the bathroom. He shuffled along with barely enough energy to lift his head. It was ironic really, Wilson had always said he was depressed, now he was true he really was depressed. House heaved a sigh and put his hand on the cold knob of the door leading to the bathroom, and giving a half-hearted flick of his wrist stepping onto the cold tile floor.

Cuddy knew that House wasn't House with out Wilson. She knew it but, she also knew that Wilson wasn't coming back. House needed a friend, someone who could relate to his pain and wouldn't run away because House was an ass. She walked in behind house flicking on the lights to the bathroom as she did. She stopped in her tracks and couldn't help it; she looked. Her eyes appraised House from behind his pail skin and strong back and shoulders, the curve of his spine almost delicate for a man. When his pajama bottoms dropped to the floor she fallowed there progress more slowly. She marveled at how a man with only one working leg could have such a perfectly formed ass. She fallowed down his legs and aside from the missing muscle in his leg they were strong.

He knew she was looking at him and almost enjoyed it, almost. He could feel her steel grey eyes run over him. He was half tempted to turn this into some thing sexual, some thing more, but no, he was to tired, to… he couldn't think of a word to describe how he felt. He felt like there was a void some think deep and dark like a whole in his heart, it was something he was loosing himself in, something he wanted to loose himself in.

Cuddy moved around House and started to mess with the hot and cold knobs on the tube "you know I can't take a bath I wont be able to get up, and a shower would be to pain full since I can't put any wait on my right leg." Cuddy turned to look at him, she hadn't thought of that and said as much. She could have sworn she saw a smile flit across him rugged features. She stood and told him she'd be right back.

House watched her leave for a second then turned back to the jet of water he put his hand in it and felt the water pound on his hand, the warm water sending Goosebumps up his arm. He attempted to suppress the shiver with little success. He was trying his hardest not the think about Wilson to not think about any thing, again he failed his mind wondered to his friend… ex-friend. She shook his head hard awakening a dormant headache that had been determined to make its-self known at some point. He dropped his head in his hands and let out a soft groan, the headache added onto the growing list of troubles....

TBC

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