--
Cuddy: What’s going on?
(Cuddy got up out of her chair, and looked at House as he was still looking at Amber; who was now leaning against the dinding behind Cuddy.)
House: Nothing.
(Cuddy looked behind her, then looked back at House.)
Cuddy: Are you, hallucinating?
(Amber gestured to House not to say anything.)
House: I need to go.
(House left, leaving Cuddy puzzled and concerned.)
--
As soon as House left, Cuddy immediately used her office phone to call Wilson.
Wilson: Hello?
Cuddy: I need anda to do something.
Wilson: Do what?
Wilson was finishing talking to Cuddy when House walked in and sat down on the sofa.
Wilson: So that’s great news.
Cuddy: He’s there with anda isn’t he?
Wilson: We’ll catch up soon, bye.
(Wilson hung up and looked at a bemused House.)
House: Making plans with your new girlfriend?
Wilson: What’s up?
(House and Wilson had a stare down when House’s face drained of all of its blood when Amber, of all people, appeared selanjutnya to Wilson.)
Wilson: anda look like you’ve seen a ghost, are anda sure you’re all right?
(Amber waved slightly and both Wilson and Amber were smiling, like an eerie picture of what life could have been like.)
House: I’m fine.
Amber: Now, if this won’t freak anda out I don’t know what will.
Wilson: Seriously, what’s wrong?
(Wilson looked to the side of him, where House couldn’t stop looking at.)
Wilson: Are you, seeing things?
House: I did shoot-up before I came in this morning.
Wilson: Of course. The insomnia, how’s that working out for you?
Amber: Yes, how am I working out for you?
House: I err—
(With that, Amber vanished and Wilson looked worryingly at House.)
Wilson: anda need an MRI.
(House gave Wilson the look of defeat.)
--
Wilson was with Cuddy in her office looking at the MRI scan of House’s head.
Cuddy: Nothing.
Wilson: If it’s not a tumour atau something else making him see things, then it’s got to be psychological.
Cuddy: The fact that it’s stopping him from sleeping is making it worse. I can’t have him treating high-risk patients when he’s hungover from drinking until he passes out every night.
Wilson: We don’t know how he’s coping; this could just be an anomaly.
(Cuddy gave a stern look at Wilson.)
Wilson: What do anda expect me to do?
Cuddy: I don’t want anda doing anything.
(Cuddy grabbed her tas kantor, tas and coat.)
Wilson: What are anda going to do? Where are anda going?
Cuddy: Something I should have done a long time ago.
--
It was late, the crickets chirped outside and everywhere was dimly lit.
(Knock-Knock-Knock)
House was lying on his sofa, in physical pain as well as psychological pain.
Cuddy: House it’s me.
(House sat up, and opened the door.)
House: What do the tests say?
(Cuddy stood in his doorway with a tough look on her face.)
House: That’s why you’re here right?
(House walked to his piano, and sat down at it.)
Cuddy: There’s…nothing wrong with you.
(Cuddy closed the door behind her, and unbuttoned her mantel and took it off before sitting on House’s sofa.)
Amber: Oh come on. anda can’t figure this out for yourself?
(Amber was sitting selanjutnya to House on the piano stool.)
House: I know.
Cuddy: anda know what it is?
House: I know what it isn’t. I know that…
Amber: Tell her.
Cuddy: It’s okay. anda don’t have to…
Amber: You do.
House: I should…and I will.
(Cuddy stood up and walked towards the piano, sitting where Amber was sitting; selanjutnya to House on the piano stool.)
Cuddy: I can stay tonight…if anda want me to.
(House stared down at the piano keys, and reflected in the silence.)
House: Thank you.
--
To be continued.
Cuddy: What’s going on?
(Cuddy got up out of her chair, and looked at House as he was still looking at Amber; who was now leaning against the dinding behind Cuddy.)
House: Nothing.
(Cuddy looked behind her, then looked back at House.)
Cuddy: Are you, hallucinating?
(Amber gestured to House not to say anything.)
House: I need to go.
(House left, leaving Cuddy puzzled and concerned.)
--
As soon as House left, Cuddy immediately used her office phone to call Wilson.
Wilson: Hello?
Cuddy: I need anda to do something.
Wilson: Do what?
Wilson was finishing talking to Cuddy when House walked in and sat down on the sofa.
Wilson: So that’s great news.
Cuddy: He’s there with anda isn’t he?
Wilson: We’ll catch up soon, bye.
(Wilson hung up and looked at a bemused House.)
House: Making plans with your new girlfriend?
Wilson: What’s up?
(House and Wilson had a stare down when House’s face drained of all of its blood when Amber, of all people, appeared selanjutnya to Wilson.)
Wilson: anda look like you’ve seen a ghost, are anda sure you’re all right?
(Amber waved slightly and both Wilson and Amber were smiling, like an eerie picture of what life could have been like.)
House: I’m fine.
Amber: Now, if this won’t freak anda out I don’t know what will.
Wilson: Seriously, what’s wrong?
(Wilson looked to the side of him, where House couldn’t stop looking at.)
Wilson: Are you, seeing things?
House: I did shoot-up before I came in this morning.
Wilson: Of course. The insomnia, how’s that working out for you?
Amber: Yes, how am I working out for you?
House: I err—
(With that, Amber vanished and Wilson looked worryingly at House.)
Wilson: anda need an MRI.
(House gave Wilson the look of defeat.)
--
Wilson was with Cuddy in her office looking at the MRI scan of House’s head.
Cuddy: Nothing.
Wilson: If it’s not a tumour atau something else making him see things, then it’s got to be psychological.
Cuddy: The fact that it’s stopping him from sleeping is making it worse. I can’t have him treating high-risk patients when he’s hungover from drinking until he passes out every night.
Wilson: We don’t know how he’s coping; this could just be an anomaly.
(Cuddy gave a stern look at Wilson.)
Wilson: What do anda expect me to do?
Cuddy: I don’t want anda doing anything.
(Cuddy grabbed her tas kantor, tas and coat.)
Wilson: What are anda going to do? Where are anda going?
Cuddy: Something I should have done a long time ago.
--
It was late, the crickets chirped outside and everywhere was dimly lit.
(Knock-Knock-Knock)
House was lying on his sofa, in physical pain as well as psychological pain.
Cuddy: House it’s me.
(House sat up, and opened the door.)
House: What do the tests say?
(Cuddy stood in his doorway with a tough look on her face.)
House: That’s why you’re here right?
(House walked to his piano, and sat down at it.)
Cuddy: There’s…nothing wrong with you.
(Cuddy closed the door behind her, and unbuttoned her mantel and took it off before sitting on House’s sofa.)
Amber: Oh come on. anda can’t figure this out for yourself?
(Amber was sitting selanjutnya to House on the piano stool.)
House: I know.
Cuddy: anda know what it is?
House: I know what it isn’t. I know that…
Amber: Tell her.
Cuddy: It’s okay. anda don’t have to…
Amber: You do.
House: I should…and I will.
(Cuddy stood up and walked towards the piano, sitting where Amber was sitting; selanjutnya to House on the piano stool.)
Cuddy: I can stay tonight…if anda want me to.
(House stared down at the piano keys, and reflected in the silence.)
House: Thank you.
--
To be continued.
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta 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.