They hadn’t spoke since their last meeting a few weeks ago, which was surprising. Normally he would hunt her down and annoy her, just to be annoying. But, he hadn’t even done that. Although, she wasn’t complaining, she enjoyed her quite time, یا at least while it lasted.
“Is your hair black یا brown?” He said, coming up behind her. Taking his hand and flopping the back of her hair up and down.
“Would آپ stop that.” She turns around, sitting on the bench on campus grounds.
“Ask nicely and I will.”
“Would آپ stop that, please?” She saids the last word, slowly and sweetly.
“That’s better.”
She nods, and continues to read the book in her hands.
“Why is it every time I see you, you’re reading?”
“Why is it every time I see you, you’re annoying?”
“Wrong answer, the correct answer was, ‘because I have no social life.’
“I have a social life, it just doesn’t involve you, and that kills you.”
“Yes, it’s breaking me apart, if I only I could be in your book club.”
“That is not where I hang out for ‘social time’. And, how did آپ know I was in a book club?” She asks, turning around with a curious look.
“Are آپ really asking me that?” He nods and looks downward at the book.
She rolls her eyes.
“What are آپ doing here?”
“That’s a little rude. Can’t a guy just come and irritate someone?”
“Go irritate someone else.”
“No, you’re my favorite.”
Her brows scrunch down, in a confusing look.
“By favorite, I meant you’re the best to agitate, because آپ get so mad.”
He states, expressing a joyfulness look at the thought of her getting angry, the look she wanted to ذائقہ, مارنا right off of his face.
She gives a quick smirk.
“Alright.”
He squinches his eyes for a moment.
“Why aren’t آپ throwing some تبصرہ back?”
“No need.”
“No need, because?
“I’m not giving آپ what آپ want. And, what آپ want is a retort, and I’m not giving it.”
He smirks, but only for a short second.
He looks around, then, breathes out a little too loudly.
“Are آپ busy tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Oh for God sakes, آپ don’t need to study every night.”
“Actually, I have a date.”
His jaw drops, slightly. He nods his head, and speaks.
“By date, I meant the going out to dinner, then back to the dorm for hot, hot sex.”
He gives a half smile.
“Who’s the guy?”
She stands up, smirks, and walks away.
“Is your hair black یا brown?” He said, coming up behind her. Taking his hand and flopping the back of her hair up and down.
“Would آپ stop that.” She turns around, sitting on the bench on campus grounds.
“Ask nicely and I will.”
“Would آپ stop that, please?” She saids the last word, slowly and sweetly.
“That’s better.”
She nods, and continues to read the book in her hands.
“Why is it every time I see you, you’re reading?”
“Why is it every time I see you, you’re annoying?”
“Wrong answer, the correct answer was, ‘because I have no social life.’
“I have a social life, it just doesn’t involve you, and that kills you.”
“Yes, it’s breaking me apart, if I only I could be in your book club.”
“That is not where I hang out for ‘social time’. And, how did آپ know I was in a book club?” She asks, turning around with a curious look.
“Are آپ really asking me that?” He nods and looks downward at the book.
She rolls her eyes.
“What are آپ doing here?”
“That’s a little rude. Can’t a guy just come and irritate someone?”
“Go irritate someone else.”
“No, you’re my favorite.”
Her brows scrunch down, in a confusing look.
“By favorite, I meant you’re the best to agitate, because آپ get so mad.”
He states, expressing a joyfulness look at the thought of her getting angry, the look she wanted to ذائقہ, مارنا right off of his face.
She gives a quick smirk.
“Alright.”
He squinches his eyes for a moment.
“Why aren’t آپ throwing some تبصرہ back?”
“No need.”
“No need, because?
“I’m not giving آپ what آپ want. And, what آپ want is a retort, and I’m not giving it.”
He smirks, but only for a short second.
He looks around, then, breathes out a little too loudly.
“Are آپ busy tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Oh for God sakes, آپ don’t need to study every night.”
“Actually, I have a date.”
His jaw drops, slightly. He nods his head, and speaks.
“By date, I meant the going out to dinner, then back to the dorm for hot, hot sex.”
He gives a half smile.
“Who’s the guy?”
She stands up, smirks, and walks away.
I was reading up on opiate withdrawal and apparently آپ can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the اگلے morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 گھنٹہ detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every گھنٹہ یا so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the اگلے morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the space of a horrible 24 گھنٹہ detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every گھنٹہ یا so like before.
Short and simple :)
"Unless you love her"
Thats a good angle to make out *points out*
