Hey… I'm sorry I didn't update earlier, but I was updating my other story… Sorry for the wait. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy.
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House POV:
I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I could tell that I was in my hotel room, in my bed. I had no idea how I had gotten there. God only knows. I was surprised, I thought maybe I was in heaven, I saw a blurry face, the one that I wished to see.
"Lisa…?" I asked.
"no, it's me. The girl from the bar. I never told you my name. It's Lyla."
I was disappointed, by who it was.
I waited for an explanation; about why she was here and how did I get back to my hotel room. I got my answer seconds later.
"I drove you back here, after you fell asleep on the bar. I couldn't wake you up, I didn't want to bring you to my place, so I brought you here." She said.
I got up from my bed and sat at the edge. She was sitting in one of the chairs from the room.
"How did you know where I was staying?" I asked.
" I went through your pockets and saw your hotel . you probably don't like people to invade your privacy."
"thank you." I told her.
"you're welcome." She smiled.
I realized I was in the same clothes as yesterday. I looked through all my pockets searching for something that I was afraid that I may have lost. I was scared when I couldn't find it.
"are you looking for this? She asked, showing something in her hand. She looked at it and said.
"she's pretty. She's Lisa?"
"Yes it is." I answered her. She was looking at the 20 year old picture of us at Michigan.
"Do you love her?" She asked me, being hesitant.
"I think so. It's complicated." I responded.
" oh, okay. Why aren't you with her?"
"it's complicated."
"okay. When are you going to go see her again?"
"I don't think I ever am. I think I'm never going to see her again."
"How come?"
"The reason I'm here, it's because of her, well mostly me. I left because I didn't want to hurt her anymore." I confessed.
"are you going to tell me why?"
"I will someday. But I don't want to talk about it."
She nodded her head, understanding.
"well, I have to go. I'll see you around Greg."
"Yeah, see you around. Oh and thanks again for bringing me back to my hotel room."
"no problem. Bye."
She left, closing the door behind her. I stayed there on the bed, thinking.
I had a feeling that I was going to see her again. It was strange, because I really wanted too.
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Wilson's POV:
I've been here, at the hospital since 6 in the morning. I had an idea on how to find House. It wasn't going to be easy though.
I was in my office and looking through all of my patients files, looking for one in particular. I had diagnosed him and in the end he had lived and thanked me and if I ever needed something he would help me out, so it was time to give him a call.
Cuddy's POV:
I didn't plan to go to the hospital today, but I had to. It was my job and I had to deal with it. I had told the team, that House had to take of personal problems and she had no idea when he would come back. They realized I was hiding something, but they decided to keep their mouths closed and not say anything. I went to Wilson's office. I had to talk to him.
"hey Wilson." I told him when I came in his office.
"Hey Cuddy, how are you doing?" He asked me.
"I'm okay. Do you have an idea where House would have gone?" She asked.
"I have no idea. I'm sorry."
"no it's okay. Please don't give up. Do it for me, please." I begged.
"I won't Cuddy." He promised.
"Listen Cuddy, when I went to his place, I found something. I think you should have it." He told me, handing me a box.
I took it, and went to sit down on the couch. I opened the box and gasped.
There were all of the pictures of us at Michigan. There was also the letters that we sent to each other. It was all my life, well part of it, was in that box. That box contained all of the love that we had for each other. And I still have for him. I had no idea that he kept everything.
"where did you find it, Wilson?" I asked him, curious.
"I found it, lying on his bed. I think he looked at it before he left." He told me.
I looked through once more in the box, looking for a particular picture but I could find it. Maybe that's why he didn't take the box with him; he already had what he was looking for. The picture of us, at Michigan. The one, when we were on summer break. He told me that he loved me. I never forgot that day. It was the most beautiful day of my life. And the day that he left was now, the worst. I just wish that he was back. Or that he had never left.
The worst part is, he left because of me.
I started to cry. Wilson came over to me.
"Do you ever think we'll going to see him again?" I asked him.
"I don't know, Cuddy. I'm sorry. You should take some time off." He proposed.
"yeah, I'll do that. Replace me for a while, okay?"
"No problem, go home."
"thanks, bye Wilson."
"Bye, Cuddy."
I took the wooden box, left his office and went home.
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