Cuddy was in her office, when Wilson walked in.
Wilson: You paged me?
Cuddy: I wanted to talk to you about House.
(Wilson sat down and had a look of regret on his face.)
Cuddy: Why did you bring Amber up? It can’t be healthy, for either of you.
Wilson: It just came out. Why does he feel guilty for Kutner’s death but not Amber’s?
(Cuddy looked distressed.)
Cuddy: So telling someone, who is known for being their own worst enemy, that they should feel guilty is a good thing?
Wilson: Where is he now?
Cuddy: He went home.
(Wilson stood there in silence.)
--
Meanwhile… House was at home; the curtains were drawn and he had finished nearly half a bottle of scotch. House put his glass on the mesa in front of him before he sat back on the sofa.
Amber: Still can’t sleep?
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House: You’re a little late, if this is a guilt trip.
(Amber put her hands on her hips, the as House looked to the right she was suddenly sitting susunod to him.)
Amber: Why is it that Kutner needs to die, before you feel guilty about me?
House: So, what you’re saying is for me to feel guilty about Kutner I need Thirteen to get killed off.
(House poured another glass of scotch.)
Amber: You’re just going to keep drinking?
House: It’s the reason why you’re here, and I also enjoy it.
(House took another sip, whilst Amber moved to the lone chair to the side of him.)
Amber: It won’t work.
House: What won’t work?
Amber: You want to sleep right? Drinking won’t help. You’re hallucinating me because of the drinking, the insomnia gives me that extra kick.
House: This is obviously because of the chat I had with Wilson, so if you don’t mind…
(House gestured for Amber to leave.)
Amber: You act like you want to be alone. This proves that you don’t want to, but you feel you need to be alone.
House: Great, madami psychoanalysis crap.
Amber: I’m you, albeit a hotter version, but what I’m saying is what your thinking.
House: Okay, I didn’t understand a word you just said.
(House lent back on the sofa and let out a sigh, before rubbing his eyes.)
Amber: You should be with her.
House: The hooker that just left?
Amber: Cuddy.
(House drank some more.)
House: We have a mutual understanding that we can never be in a relationship.
Amber: I know you therefore I know you want her, but pagganap like some stupid idiot isn’t keeping you in neutral like you think it is, it’s putting you in reverse.
House: Now I know it’s me talking.
Amber: I’m right.
House: No, it’s just you got the whole car metaphor right therefore it can’t be you it must be me.
(House stood up and made his way to his bedroom. He lay on his kama and stared ahead of him. Amber appeared in the door way.)
Amber: You’re mistaken.
(House flinched slightly at the sight of Amber again.)
Amber: This isn’t about Kutner or me, well we’re partly to do with it, the main problem is you.
House: How? I didn’t kill anyone.
Amber: You don’t feel guilt, you feel regret.
(House looked up at the ceiling, ignoring her.)
House: Maybe sa pamamagitan ng ignoring you I will end this 3D nightmare.
Amber: You regret a lot of things House; things that you know can’t be fixed quickly with an easy and simple answer. Me, Wilson, Cuddy and now Kutner. You’re brain turned into a pressure cooker; one slight nudge of the domino, the-
House: I get it!
(Silence fell upon the room, House looked up. The room was empty, House let out a sigh of relief before there was a knock on the door.)
--
Cuddy was standing at House’s door, wanting to see if he was okay.
Cuddy: House, it’s me.
(House opened the door, before turning back and looking at the clock on the side.)
House: What time is it?
Cuddy: It’s late, I know. I just couldn’t sleep without knowing you were okay.
(House looked her up and down before peering outside his doorway.)
House: Where’s the tag-a-long?
Cuddy: Rachel’s at my mom’s. Are you going to let me in?
(House looked apprehensive about letting her in, after he had drunk so much, but he let her in.)
Cuddy: Wow.
(Cuddy looked around, and saw the half-empty bottle of scotch with some tekila on the floor sa pamamagitan ng the sofa.)
House: I was trying to sleep.
(Cuddy sat on the chair to the side, whilst House picked up his glass of scotch and sat, looking at Cuddy.)
House: So, you’re here to ‘check up on me’?
Cuddy: Wilson and I talked, he feels really bad about bringing up the whole guilt thing about Amber.
House: Yeah. He’d rather me breakdown about the pag-ibig of his life than one of my team.
Cuddy: Do you want to talk about it?
(House look at his empty glass of scotch, and contemplated the talk he had with his hallucination of Amber.)
House: No, I do not want to, nor do I need to, talk about it
(Cuddy seemed fidgety, but moved from the chair to the coffee table. Sitting directly opposite from House.)
Cuddy: We’re all going through pain; Amber’s death and now Kutner’s death, it’s a lot for one person to take, especially if that person played a pivotal part in their lives. You made them who they were as doctors; not as human beings.
(House and Cuddy gave deep longing looks into each other eyes.)
Cuddy: I’ll help you up.
(Cuddy grabbed one arm, and helped him into bed.)
House: You better not be taking advantage.
(Cuddy smiled slightly, before she turned the lamp off on his bedside table.)
Cuddy: I’ll just be in the living room. Now get some sleep.
(Cuddy closed the door, before she grabbed a blanket from the long chair and wrapped it around herself; she kicked off her heels and lay down on the long chair before falling asleep.)
--
Wilson: You paged me?
Cuddy: I wanted to talk to you about House.
(Wilson sat down and had a look of regret on his face.)
Cuddy: Why did you bring Amber up? It can’t be healthy, for either of you.
Wilson: It just came out. Why does he feel guilty for Kutner’s death but not Amber’s?
(Cuddy looked distressed.)
Cuddy: So telling someone, who is known for being their own worst enemy, that they should feel guilty is a good thing?
Wilson: Where is he now?
Cuddy: He went home.
(Wilson stood there in silence.)
--
Meanwhile… House was at home; the curtains were drawn and he had finished nearly half a bottle of scotch. House put his glass on the mesa in front of him before he sat back on the sofa.
Amber: Still can’t sleep?
--
House: You’re a little late, if this is a guilt trip.
(Amber put her hands on her hips, the as House looked to the right she was suddenly sitting susunod to him.)
Amber: Why is it that Kutner needs to die, before you feel guilty about me?
House: So, what you’re saying is for me to feel guilty about Kutner I need Thirteen to get killed off.
(House poured another glass of scotch.)
Amber: You’re just going to keep drinking?
House: It’s the reason why you’re here, and I also enjoy it.
(House took another sip, whilst Amber moved to the lone chair to the side of him.)
Amber: It won’t work.
House: What won’t work?
Amber: You want to sleep right? Drinking won’t help. You’re hallucinating me because of the drinking, the insomnia gives me that extra kick.
House: This is obviously because of the chat I had with Wilson, so if you don’t mind…
(House gestured for Amber to leave.)
Amber: You act like you want to be alone. This proves that you don’t want to, but you feel you need to be alone.
House: Great, madami psychoanalysis crap.
Amber: I’m you, albeit a hotter version, but what I’m saying is what your thinking.
House: Okay, I didn’t understand a word you just said.
(House lent back on the sofa and let out a sigh, before rubbing his eyes.)
Amber: You should be with her.
House: The hooker that just left?
Amber: Cuddy.
(House drank some more.)
House: We have a mutual understanding that we can never be in a relationship.
Amber: I know you therefore I know you want her, but pagganap like some stupid idiot isn’t keeping you in neutral like you think it is, it’s putting you in reverse.
House: Now I know it’s me talking.
Amber: I’m right.
House: No, it’s just you got the whole car metaphor right therefore it can’t be you it must be me.
(House stood up and made his way to his bedroom. He lay on his kama and stared ahead of him. Amber appeared in the door way.)
Amber: You’re mistaken.
(House flinched slightly at the sight of Amber again.)
Amber: This isn’t about Kutner or me, well we’re partly to do with it, the main problem is you.
House: How? I didn’t kill anyone.
Amber: You don’t feel guilt, you feel regret.
(House looked up at the ceiling, ignoring her.)
House: Maybe sa pamamagitan ng ignoring you I will end this 3D nightmare.
Amber: You regret a lot of things House; things that you know can’t be fixed quickly with an easy and simple answer. Me, Wilson, Cuddy and now Kutner. You’re brain turned into a pressure cooker; one slight nudge of the domino, the-
House: I get it!
(Silence fell upon the room, House looked up. The room was empty, House let out a sigh of relief before there was a knock on the door.)
--
Cuddy was standing at House’s door, wanting to see if he was okay.
Cuddy: House, it’s me.
(House opened the door, before turning back and looking at the clock on the side.)
House: What time is it?
Cuddy: It’s late, I know. I just couldn’t sleep without knowing you were okay.
(House looked her up and down before peering outside his doorway.)
House: Where’s the tag-a-long?
Cuddy: Rachel’s at my mom’s. Are you going to let me in?
(House looked apprehensive about letting her in, after he had drunk so much, but he let her in.)
Cuddy: Wow.
(Cuddy looked around, and saw the half-empty bottle of scotch with some tekila on the floor sa pamamagitan ng the sofa.)
House: I was trying to sleep.
(Cuddy sat on the chair to the side, whilst House picked up his glass of scotch and sat, looking at Cuddy.)
House: So, you’re here to ‘check up on me’?
Cuddy: Wilson and I talked, he feels really bad about bringing up the whole guilt thing about Amber.
House: Yeah. He’d rather me breakdown about the pag-ibig of his life than one of my team.
Cuddy: Do you want to talk about it?
(House look at his empty glass of scotch, and contemplated the talk he had with his hallucination of Amber.)
House: No, I do not want to, nor do I need to, talk about it
(Cuddy seemed fidgety, but moved from the chair to the coffee table. Sitting directly opposite from House.)
Cuddy: We’re all going through pain; Amber’s death and now Kutner’s death, it’s a lot for one person to take, especially if that person played a pivotal part in their lives. You made them who they were as doctors; not as human beings.
(House and Cuddy gave deep longing looks into each other eyes.)
Cuddy: I’ll help you up.
(Cuddy grabbed one arm, and helped him into bed.)
House: You better not be taking advantage.
(Cuddy smiled slightly, before she turned the lamp off on his bedside table.)
Cuddy: I’ll just be in the living room. Now get some sleep.
(Cuddy closed the door, before she grabbed a blanket from the long chair and wrapped it around herself; she kicked off her heels and lay down on the long chair before falling asleep.)
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