"Time, is a very strange thing, depending on how آپ look at it. For some, time can be the ultimate savior. For others it can be, an unnecessary label used to tell us what to do, and when to do it.
But time can also be seen as a limit, یا a deadline for some. For those who are grieving and mourning through life, it's a never ending hell.
Then, there are those who are in love.
And that's when time can be seen in many ways.
For some in love, time can اقدام too swiftly.
For others in love, time can seem never ending.
And then there are those rare few in love, who love devotedly, compassionately, and relentlessly, in spite of time itself."
-James Evan Wilson
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It had been three days since their argument in her office. House had stayed a total of sixty-three hours at the office since. With only three hours of sleep for each night, the rest of the twenty-one hours, he would spend making phone calls, reading مضامین and researching over the computer. House was determined to find an answer. Was he trying to find a cure? No. But he was trying to find a way so preserve the time she had left. یا possibly even, spare her مزید time.
Within this time span of three days, it had leaked out to the staff about Cuddy, bringing the hospital to a مزید awkward mood, and a saddened tone. It made things all the worse, not for Cuddy, but for House, who had to deal with his employees and fellow colleagues attempting to send their condolences. He tried avoiding everyone, even Cuddy, at all costs. After the three days however, he decided to approach Wilson. He was alone in his office when House had entered, but new to his eyes that he had not been doing his work.
"Where the hell have آپ been these past few days?" His voice was alarmed and slightly aggravated.
"Around. And you?"
"I'm where آپ should've been these past few days. Helping her cope with this."
"Well, as much work as that is, I've been trying to save her life."
"Not this again. She's right House. There is no cure for terminal cancer. The reason behind it being terminal, is because it's TERMINAL."
"So negative aren't we today?"
"House. I am in no mood for آپ to jerk me around today."
"Busy?"
"With some things."
"Those things."
"Yeah. Look I'm sorry. It's just, hard on all of us."
"Spare me the speech."
Wilson went to rub his face out of either misery, exhaustion, یا annoyance.
"I couldn't find anything."
"I wasn't expecting آپ to." He paused.
"Were you expecting to?"
"Not a cure. Just--something."
"The treatment should keep her steady for a couple months."
"It's not enough."
"What do آپ think آپ could've possibly done? Cuddy's right House, you're not God. آپ don't have the answer to everything."
"I know that."
"So why have آپ been wasting your time with all of this--?"
"I have to find a way to fight back, don't I?"
"But آپ can't--"
"I couldn't do anything else. Sleep isn't an option anymore. Rest, isn't an option anymore. Might as well have sold my soul to Lucifer."
"Which also poses another question."
"Damn."
" 'The idea that the woman I love is dying, can't really be kept from me.' "
"That was a euphemism. A euphemism for, 'I love her so goddamn much, I know what is every سیکنڈ of her life."
"Are آپ really sure this isn't impulse talking? You've never کہا that until--"
"I'm well aware of what I've کہا Wilson. What I've said, hasn't and doesn't change what has happened in the past twenty years. I've loved the same woman for these twenty-some years."
"I was just wondering, if آپ weren't I'd consider آپ an ass. یا مزید of one than I thought of آپ before--if that makes sense."
"Per-fect-ly."
"Why are آپ even here? Out of all the people--"
"Yeah yeah, again, spare me the speech. People are in her office."
"They're sending their condolences."
"And آپ can't stand to be around any of them."
"Except for her, yeah."
"Maybe آپ should go anyway."
"Was I just talking to you--or?"
"Maybe آپ need some--condoling too."
"You people think I need everything."
"House."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going."
He began to limp for the door and right as he stepped out, Wilson stopped him.
"House!"
He stopped dead outside and turned around and moved half of his body inside.
"You know, آپ should really make up your mind. Am I staying یا not?"
"I'm--sorry."
"Apology. Why."
"For, everything."
He pursed his lips a little and gave a curt nod. Wilson replied and then he shut the door, making his way for Cuddy's office.
:::
Minutes later
House was opening the doors to the clinic and took a glance towards Cuddy's office to see who was surrounding her now. But the only person he found, was Cameron. She was sitting on the edge of Cuddy's ڈیسک as Cuddy sat on the سوفی, لٹانا as they conversed with each other. He walked through the two set of doors, slowly, making sure not to interrupt their conversation.
"It's something I just hadn't see in him--"
Cuddy stopped as he closed the door behind him.
"Continue." And he gestured them to keep conversing.
"We were finished." Cameron retorted.
"No آپ weren't."
"Who cares?" She asked calmly.
"I do."
"Me and her always have later."
"Doubt that."
"She's my boss but I find time to talk to her. It's called an out-of-work friendship."
"I remember when آپ and Chase developed your 'out-of-work friendship'. I hadn't planned on watching it develop, but I had to find a trash can somewhere."
Cuddy broke a big smile. Nearly a laugh. The best she's had in days. Cameron, kept herself smiling too.
"Oh of course. Cuddy's also told me how آپ two have begun to develop your out-of-work friendship. Going well?"
"Most definitely."
"And where have آپ been these last few days?"
"Around."
"Oh really?"
He glanced at Cuddy.
"Really."
Cameron felt out of place, so she decided to leave the two be, and discuss whatever was needed to be discussed.
"I'll talk to آپ later Cuddy."
Cameron stood up straight and off the edge of the ڈیسک as she glared at House. He returned the same look back. But as she past him, she whispered something inconspicuously to him, making sure Cuddy wouldn't notice.
"We need to talk."
And she walked out and smiled at Cuddy in the process. Then he turned to her and began to limp over سے طرف کی the couch. He fell back and laid his arms across the armrest and the cushions on the couch. Cuddy looked away for a brief second, before turning to look at him.
"Where have آپ been these past few days?"
He looked away, almost as if in regret. Why had he come back here. For condoling? Not anymore. His ears were soon to be filled with lecture.
"Be honest with me."
"When have we ever been down that road."
"House."
"Research."
"For what."
"Cancer."
"That was a rhetorical question."
"I know."
"Haven't we been through this?"
"You out of all people should know why I did what I did. I'm not looking for a cure. I'm looking for something to give آپ time."
"Who کہا the radiation and other treatment wouldn't give me time?"
"No one."
"Then why are آپ researching?"
"It isn't giving آپ enough time."
"I don't need time. I'm happy for what I have now."
"You've got a deadline Cuddy."
"I have a good job, I've got a great kid, friends, family, and most importantly I have آپ to walk me through this."
"And as I walk آپ through this, I want to be able to protect آپ from meeting that end. I can't just let آپ waltz into your grave without fighting this, without knowing that there is possibly something that could help prolong your life, just that much longer."
"I know آپ mean good. But right now, what you're doing is trying to bargain with God. آپ are hoping to find an answer so he'll keep me here for how many months, how many years. But آپ are setting your expectations of finding something, way too high. I've accepted this. Why can't آپ do that for me?"
"I love آپ okay? But آپ can't expect me to accept this even--after."
He set his leg up on the میز, جدول as she looked at him curiously and in a slight shock.
"What?"
"What."
"What did you--"
"Yeah, I love آپ سے طرف کی the way."
Now she was surprised. Surprised as how casually he کہا this to her. Calmly, and without a single stutter, یا hesitation.
"I am capable of love. You--really shouldn't be shocked at that factor."
"We've been dating for how long?"
"I've known آپ since when? The amount of time we've been dating doesn't منسوخ out everything we've been through prior to. Twenty years Cuddy. Twenty years I've spent loving آپ and I'm just realizing it now. Boy, have I gotten stupid. آپ really shouldn't have put me as the head of diagnostics."
"You never کہا anything."
"Again, I just realized it. Am I talking to myself everywhere today?"
"I don't get how آپ can say this now."
"Three words Cuddy. All three, within my vocabulary."
"Oh, I'm sure."
He laid back onto the سوفی, لٹانا and shut his eyes, apparently trying to go to sleep.
"Three hours of sleep every night, staring at the damn computer for the other twenty-one, and I didn't find a damn thing. I'm actually starting to see words just popping out of think air and floating around."
"You need sleep."
"No, of course not."
"Stay here, take a nap یا something on the couch. I'll go finish my talk with Cameron."
She got up off the سوفی, لٹانا and patted him on his shoulder as she went to go turn off the light.
"Now آپ go finish cause آپ have new info."
"What do آپ mean?"
He shifted his position and lied down on the سوفی, لٹانا and folded his arms behind his head and looked at her.
"Now آپ can let her know that I told آپ I love you. Best gossip she'll be getting all day."
He closed his eyes. She smiled and closed all the blinds before making her way to the doors. She opened it halfway, before turning around for the last time.
"House."
"You gonna let me sleep یا what, I know you're about to say something cause آپ haven't closed the door yet."
"And the fact because I called your name?"
"Yeah, yeah,"
"You know--I love آپ too."
He smiled. But he still kept his eyes shut.
"I know. Twenty goddamn years, if neither of us did, I'd probably marry Wilson."
He gave a smirk as she managed to break a laugh.
"Night, House."
"Love you, Cuddy."
She closed the door. House was about to get the best sleep he's had in days, and Cuddy was feeling the best she had felt in days.
But time can also be seen as a limit, یا a deadline for some. For those who are grieving and mourning through life, it's a never ending hell.
Then, there are those who are in love.
And that's when time can be seen in many ways.
For some in love, time can اقدام too swiftly.
For others in love, time can seem never ending.
And then there are those rare few in love, who love devotedly, compassionately, and relentlessly, in spite of time itself."
-James Evan Wilson
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It had been three days since their argument in her office. House had stayed a total of sixty-three hours at the office since. With only three hours of sleep for each night, the rest of the twenty-one hours, he would spend making phone calls, reading مضامین and researching over the computer. House was determined to find an answer. Was he trying to find a cure? No. But he was trying to find a way so preserve the time she had left. یا possibly even, spare her مزید time.
Within this time span of three days, it had leaked out to the staff about Cuddy, bringing the hospital to a مزید awkward mood, and a saddened tone. It made things all the worse, not for Cuddy, but for House, who had to deal with his employees and fellow colleagues attempting to send their condolences. He tried avoiding everyone, even Cuddy, at all costs. After the three days however, he decided to approach Wilson. He was alone in his office when House had entered, but new to his eyes that he had not been doing his work.
"Where the hell have آپ been these past few days?" His voice was alarmed and slightly aggravated.
"Around. And you?"
"I'm where آپ should've been these past few days. Helping her cope with this."
"Well, as much work as that is, I've been trying to save her life."
"Not this again. She's right House. There is no cure for terminal cancer. The reason behind it being terminal, is because it's TERMINAL."
"So negative aren't we today?"
"House. I am in no mood for آپ to jerk me around today."
"Busy?"
"With some things."
"Those things."
"Yeah. Look I'm sorry. It's just, hard on all of us."
"Spare me the speech."
Wilson went to rub his face out of either misery, exhaustion, یا annoyance.
"I couldn't find anything."
"I wasn't expecting آپ to." He paused.
"Were you expecting to?"
"Not a cure. Just--something."
"The treatment should keep her steady for a couple months."
"It's not enough."
"What do آپ think آپ could've possibly done? Cuddy's right House, you're not God. آپ don't have the answer to everything."
"I know that."
"So why have آپ been wasting your time with all of this--?"
"I have to find a way to fight back, don't I?"
"But آپ can't--"
"I couldn't do anything else. Sleep isn't an option anymore. Rest, isn't an option anymore. Might as well have sold my soul to Lucifer."
"Which also poses another question."
"Damn."
" 'The idea that the woman I love is dying, can't really be kept from me.' "
"That was a euphemism. A euphemism for, 'I love her so goddamn much, I know what is every سیکنڈ of her life."
"Are آپ really sure this isn't impulse talking? You've never کہا that until--"
"I'm well aware of what I've کہا Wilson. What I've said, hasn't and doesn't change what has happened in the past twenty years. I've loved the same woman for these twenty-some years."
"I was just wondering, if آپ weren't I'd consider آپ an ass. یا مزید of one than I thought of آپ before--if that makes sense."
"Per-fect-ly."
"Why are آپ even here? Out of all the people--"
"Yeah yeah, again, spare me the speech. People are in her office."
"They're sending their condolences."
"And آپ can't stand to be around any of them."
"Except for her, yeah."
"Maybe آپ should go anyway."
"Was I just talking to you--or?"
"Maybe آپ need some--condoling too."
"You people think I need everything."
"House."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm going."
He began to limp for the door and right as he stepped out, Wilson stopped him.
"House!"
He stopped dead outside and turned around and moved half of his body inside.
"You know, آپ should really make up your mind. Am I staying یا not?"
"I'm--sorry."
"Apology. Why."
"For, everything."
He pursed his lips a little and gave a curt nod. Wilson replied and then he shut the door, making his way for Cuddy's office.
:::
Minutes later
House was opening the doors to the clinic and took a glance towards Cuddy's office to see who was surrounding her now. But the only person he found, was Cameron. She was sitting on the edge of Cuddy's ڈیسک as Cuddy sat on the سوفی, لٹانا as they conversed with each other. He walked through the two set of doors, slowly, making sure not to interrupt their conversation.
"It's something I just hadn't see in him--"
Cuddy stopped as he closed the door behind him.
"Continue." And he gestured them to keep conversing.
"We were finished." Cameron retorted.
"No آپ weren't."
"Who cares?" She asked calmly.
"I do."
"Me and her always have later."
"Doubt that."
"She's my boss but I find time to talk to her. It's called an out-of-work friendship."
"I remember when آپ and Chase developed your 'out-of-work friendship'. I hadn't planned on watching it develop, but I had to find a trash can somewhere."
Cuddy broke a big smile. Nearly a laugh. The best she's had in days. Cameron, kept herself smiling too.
"Oh of course. Cuddy's also told me how آپ two have begun to develop your out-of-work friendship. Going well?"
"Most definitely."
"And where have آپ been these last few days?"
"Around."
"Oh really?"
He glanced at Cuddy.
"Really."
Cameron felt out of place, so she decided to leave the two be, and discuss whatever was needed to be discussed.
"I'll talk to آپ later Cuddy."
Cameron stood up straight and off the edge of the ڈیسک as she glared at House. He returned the same look back. But as she past him, she whispered something inconspicuously to him, making sure Cuddy wouldn't notice.
"We need to talk."
And she walked out and smiled at Cuddy in the process. Then he turned to her and began to limp over سے طرف کی the couch. He fell back and laid his arms across the armrest and the cushions on the couch. Cuddy looked away for a brief second, before turning to look at him.
"Where have آپ been these past few days?"
He looked away, almost as if in regret. Why had he come back here. For condoling? Not anymore. His ears were soon to be filled with lecture.
"Be honest with me."
"When have we ever been down that road."
"House."
"Research."
"For what."
"Cancer."
"That was a rhetorical question."
"I know."
"Haven't we been through this?"
"You out of all people should know why I did what I did. I'm not looking for a cure. I'm looking for something to give آپ time."
"Who کہا the radiation and other treatment wouldn't give me time?"
"No one."
"Then why are آپ researching?"
"It isn't giving آپ enough time."
"I don't need time. I'm happy for what I have now."
"You've got a deadline Cuddy."
"I have a good job, I've got a great kid, friends, family, and most importantly I have آپ to walk me through this."
"And as I walk آپ through this, I want to be able to protect آپ from meeting that end. I can't just let آپ waltz into your grave without fighting this, without knowing that there is possibly something that could help prolong your life, just that much longer."
"I know آپ mean good. But right now, what you're doing is trying to bargain with God. آپ are hoping to find an answer so he'll keep me here for how many months, how many years. But آپ are setting your expectations of finding something, way too high. I've accepted this. Why can't آپ do that for me?"
"I love آپ okay? But آپ can't expect me to accept this even--after."
He set his leg up on the میز, جدول as she looked at him curiously and in a slight shock.
"What?"
"What."
"What did you--"
"Yeah, I love آپ سے طرف کی the way."
Now she was surprised. Surprised as how casually he کہا this to her. Calmly, and without a single stutter, یا hesitation.
"I am capable of love. You--really shouldn't be shocked at that factor."
"We've been dating for how long?"
"I've known آپ since when? The amount of time we've been dating doesn't منسوخ out everything we've been through prior to. Twenty years Cuddy. Twenty years I've spent loving آپ and I'm just realizing it now. Boy, have I gotten stupid. آپ really shouldn't have put me as the head of diagnostics."
"You never کہا anything."
"Again, I just realized it. Am I talking to myself everywhere today?"
"I don't get how آپ can say this now."
"Three words Cuddy. All three, within my vocabulary."
"Oh, I'm sure."
He laid back onto the سوفی, لٹانا and shut his eyes, apparently trying to go to sleep.
"Three hours of sleep every night, staring at the damn computer for the other twenty-one, and I didn't find a damn thing. I'm actually starting to see words just popping out of think air and floating around."
"You need sleep."
"No, of course not."
"Stay here, take a nap یا something on the couch. I'll go finish my talk with Cameron."
She got up off the سوفی, لٹانا and patted him on his shoulder as she went to go turn off the light.
"Now آپ go finish cause آپ have new info."
"What do آپ mean?"
He shifted his position and lied down on the سوفی, لٹانا and folded his arms behind his head and looked at her.
"Now آپ can let her know that I told آپ I love you. Best gossip she'll be getting all day."
He closed his eyes. She smiled and closed all the blinds before making her way to the doors. She opened it halfway, before turning around for the last time.
"House."
"You gonna let me sleep یا what, I know you're about to say something cause آپ haven't closed the door yet."
"And the fact because I called your name?"
"Yeah, yeah,"
"You know--I love آپ too."
He smiled. But he still kept his eyes shut.
"I know. Twenty goddamn years, if neither of us did, I'd probably marry Wilson."
He gave a smirk as she managed to break a laugh.
"Night, House."
"Love you, Cuddy."
She closed the door. House was about to get the best sleep he's had in days, and Cuddy was feeling the best she had felt in days.