House went back to his office. He looked at the pile of papers on his desk. جنک, فضول mail. He looked at his watch. He had 2 منٹ before he started the rest of his clinic duty. He, once again, got up and went down to the 1st floor. He signed in and walked towards the waiting room. He passed Cuddy's office to see her sitting at her ڈیسک staring out the window. 'Probably figuring everything out.I should give her time to think. In fact I should sit down and think. But the clinic awaits' he thought. "Is there a Mrs.Barter here?" House asked the room full of patients. An older lady in the back raised her hand. "Come with me to Exam room 1 please." House کہا to her. The lady followed him to the exam room. "Hi. I'm Dr.House. آپ can call me...well how about Dr.House. What seems to be the problem?" House asked. " Well I just turned 55 and when my mother was 55 she was diognosed with breast cancer. So for my birthday I was supposed to go see my son and his fiance but instead I grabbed a flight to Fiji. I figured that it was my last سال to live so I did everything that آپ could imagine." She said. " I could imagine a lot of sick and twisted things, so why dont آپ start listing." House کہا to her. "Well lets see I ate worms from a tree, had sex with 4 guys all under the age of 30, drank sea water, shared a needle with a homo, snuffed crack off of a homeless man's forhead, and got SO drunk off of so many drinks." She said. "Wow! I think I'm going to need a consult on this one. Hold on one moment." House said. Then he called Wilson's office. "Wilson I'm gonna need a consult on someone who thinks she has breast cancer." "House I am not going to come down there to look at someone's breasts." Wilson replied. "Well thats not what I had in mind but if آپ need to آپ can. Just let me cover my eyes." House replied. "This better be good." And then they hung up. Wilson walked into the room. "You think آپ have breast cancer?" Wilson asked Mrs.Barter. " Well I dont know. I guess I'm just a little worried, thats all." She said. "Why dont آپ tell Dr.Wilson what آپ did on your trip to Fiji." House seggested. And so Mrs. Barter did. "Umm. آپ know I think آپ might have some other things wrong with آپ that آپ might want to pay a little مزید attention to. But I'll set آپ up for a mammogram to test آپ for cancer. Mean while I want آپ to hand this note to the nurse out there and she'll get آپ taken care of." Wilson said. "So آپ sure آپ dont wanna check out her boobs?" House asked. "Yeah...Maybe اگلے time. See ya House." "Yep." House کہا as the اگلے patient came in.
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Cuddy sat at her ڈیسک for the rest of the دن just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I love this House. I LOVE HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. آپ do not have an STD, یا any other disease!! آپ are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 سال old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if آپ insist. آپ dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
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Cuddy sat at her ڈیسک for the rest of the دن just thinking about nothing but House. 'This is so...different. This isnt the House that I'm used to. I like this House. In fact I love this House. I LOVE HOUSE!!! HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOUSE!!' She kept thinking about him. And what had happened today. She looked at the picture in her hand. She wondered what House was doing right now. She got up and opened up one of her doors on her little cabinet. She pulled out her bottle of wine and a glass. She drank the whole thing! Then she got her other bottle of wine and drank till she fell asleep.
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"Mrs. Peuter, I doubled checked the tests. آپ do not have an STD, یا any other disease!! آپ are FINE!" House explained to his last patient of the day. He had been trying to explain to the 78 سال old that she didnt have an STD for the past half hour. "Well if آپ insist. آپ dont have to get so grumpy." She said. Then walked out of the exam room. House got up and signed out. He went back up to his office and grabbed his backpack. When he came back down he swung around to see what Cuddy was up to. He walked into her room to find the blinds drawn. He looked around the room. He saw Cuddy lying ontop of her desk, snoring, with an empty wine bottle in hand and the other bottle on the floor...empty also. He smiled and chuckled.
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when آپ are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older آپ get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today سے طرف کی commercialisation from American فلمیں and ویژن ٹیلی commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we تبصرہ and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.