The paramedics had come, along with Princeton PD, and the state troopers, which pronounced it was an over dose. Once they had left, paramedics placed his body in a zip-up bag, and carried him onto the stretcher. They wheeled him out of the office, with Cuddy right beside of the him. She was not crying, much to her surprise. It wasn't like she was happy, she was the farthest thing from it. Her fingers met the cold button, pressing harder than she needed to. After several سیکنڈ of waiting, the elevator doors opened, she and the paramedics, pushed him inside the empty elevator. As they got in, right when the doors shut, the tears began to fall.
Three days later..
She stand there, looking down at his pale face, hoping this would all just be one big night mare, and soon she would wake up from it. But, it wasn't, it was real, it was life. These things happen, but, she didn't think this would happen. She was wrong, dead wrong. As her eyes scanned his entire being in the چیری, آلو بالو oak coffin, the one she had picked out, because the wood was similar to the one of her desk. A smirk formed on her lips, thinking of what had happened those many, many, years ago. The shakey palm of her hand met the scruff on his face, rubbing it gently. Salty tears began to trail down her cheeks.
"No مزید pain, House.."
Her voice trailed off at the last word.
She bent down, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, then turning away. For she realized, there was no مزید pain یا misery for him. When this thought dawned upon her, she knew that everything was going to be okay.
Six years later..
Lisa Cuddy stood in the hallway, looking in through the glass at the Department of Diagnostics, seeing Foreman writing down symptoms on the white board, along with his team, sitting at the table, throwing out ideas. Cuddy smiled, rubbing her large belly while doing so. She had found a man two years after House's death, they married three years later, and سال later, she was a carrying a child, a son, soon to be named Gregory.