When House fell asleep Cuddy and Wilson Went into the livingroom and Cuddy treated to Wilson's bloddy nose.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do آپ think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are آپ okay?"Cuddy کہا as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask آپ something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" آپ don't know?Do آپ know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but آپ call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do آپ remember this man's name?" she کہا pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she کہا with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask آپ something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No آپ are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and آپ need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
"Cuddy,..ow..,Do آپ think that House will be okay?"
" Sorry, Yeah I think so."
" help..help..get away! Leave us alone!"They both heard a voice coming from the bedroom.
" Are آپ okay?"Cuddy کہا as she walked into the room.
When House opened his eyes saw Cuddy's face he breathed out a sigh of relief, smiled and said,
" yeah.Can I ask آپ something?"
" Sure anything."
" What's my name?"
Cuddy's face went concerned" آپ don't know?Do آپ know what my name is?"
" Lisa Cuddy, but i can't remeber mine because everyone keeps calling me House but آپ call me greg."
" Your name is Greg House.Do آپ remember this man's name?" she کہا pointing to a picture of Wilson.
" John Watson."
" Greg his name is James Wilson."she کہا with a concerned frown on her face.
" oh..can i ask آپ something?"
" yeah sure anything."
" Am i a bad person?Is this why all this is happening?"
" No آپ are a great person but your a bit complicate that's all."
" *yawns* Ok."
" Go to sleep greg the police are coming here tomorrow to talk and آپ need to be wide awake okay?"But he already fell asleep in her lap.
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.