Lisa Cuddy’s eyes grew larger and larger over the sudden discovery that the man she was seated beside was none other than Gregory House. House looked over at the shell-shocked woman, and spoke.
“Is there a problem?” He asked in a sarcastic tone, while giving a mischievous smile. In turn, she gave a death glare. That would usually cut anybody into pieces, but not him.
A retort came to her, so her soft kulay-rosas lips opened to say something, but the professor spoke up.
“Class dismissed.”
And, all the students, including House hurriedly got to their feet, and left. Before, she could say anything. Her green eyes followed his back, until he left the class room. Soon after, she left.
The cool breeze of the air hit her, as she stepped outside. Anxiety hit her, as she looked for him, turning her head left and right, trying to find him. Until, she spotted him. There he was, grabbing the black hard helmet, and putting it over his head. He started the bike, and the loud sound of it, echoed through the air. She watched him, intently. He drove past her, making sure to rawr the engine, clearly to ipakita off. A small smiled formed on her lips, at his display.
The susunod araw had come, and it was time for Endocrinology Class. As like last time, it was the same routine, she’d stare at the two doors, debating whether this was worth it, and then she’d quietly walk in, and take a upuan right where she did last time, beside him. His eyes rolled, as she seated in mesa beside him.
“Can you not sit somewhere else?”
She turned her head, and looked at him in the eyes.
“Or, you could sit somewhere else.” She stated, then, focused her attention on the professor up front.
He gave a small smirk, and whispered.
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Oh, that’s right. Girls think when guys ask what their name is, that guys are interested in them. Not that guy, I’m not interested, just curious.”
“And, I’m not that girl. And, your curiosity won’t be filled, because I’m not giving you my name.”
“Is this that game, where the girl acts like she’s not sexually attracted to the young stud, but she secretly is?”
“Me? Sexually attracted to you? Is that some sort of sick joke?”
“Obviously not, because, there’s not once glimpse of laughter, on that crinkled face of yours.”
“Is this supposed to make me give you my name?”
“Depends, is it working?”
“Nope.”
“You’re going to tell me one way or the other.”
“Here’s an idea, why don’t you look at the brown leather bag at my feet, that has, what seems to be in graved name on the front of it. Just a thought, though.”
He stared at her intently, and looked down at the bag, and smirked.
“Lisa Cuddy.” He smiled.
“Is there a problem?” He asked in a sarcastic tone, while giving a mischievous smile. In turn, she gave a death glare. That would usually cut anybody into pieces, but not him.
A retort came to her, so her soft kulay-rosas lips opened to say something, but the professor spoke up.
“Class dismissed.”
And, all the students, including House hurriedly got to their feet, and left. Before, she could say anything. Her green eyes followed his back, until he left the class room. Soon after, she left.
The cool breeze of the air hit her, as she stepped outside. Anxiety hit her, as she looked for him, turning her head left and right, trying to find him. Until, she spotted him. There he was, grabbing the black hard helmet, and putting it over his head. He started the bike, and the loud sound of it, echoed through the air. She watched him, intently. He drove past her, making sure to rawr the engine, clearly to ipakita off. A small smiled formed on her lips, at his display.
The susunod araw had come, and it was time for Endocrinology Class. As like last time, it was the same routine, she’d stare at the two doors, debating whether this was worth it, and then she’d quietly walk in, and take a upuan right where she did last time, beside him. His eyes rolled, as she seated in mesa beside him.
“Can you not sit somewhere else?”
She turned her head, and looked at him in the eyes.
“Or, you could sit somewhere else.” She stated, then, focused her attention on the professor up front.
He gave a small smirk, and whispered.
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Oh, that’s right. Girls think when guys ask what their name is, that guys are interested in them. Not that guy, I’m not interested, just curious.”
“And, I’m not that girl. And, your curiosity won’t be filled, because I’m not giving you my name.”
“Is this that game, where the girl acts like she’s not sexually attracted to the young stud, but she secretly is?”
“Me? Sexually attracted to you? Is that some sort of sick joke?”
“Obviously not, because, there’s not once glimpse of laughter, on that crinkled face of yours.”
“Is this supposed to make me give you my name?”
“Depends, is it working?”
“Nope.”
“You’re going to tell me one way or the other.”
“Here’s an idea, why don’t you look at the brown leather bag at my feet, that has, what seems to be in graved name on the front of it. Just a thought, though.”
He stared at her intently, and looked down at the bag, and smirked.
“Lisa Cuddy.” He smiled.
I was pagbaba up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you 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 susunod 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 puwang of a horrible 24 oras detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every oras or 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 susunod 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 puwang of a horrible 24 oras detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every oras or so like before.
Short and simple :)