This one I worked very hard on. One shot. The judul and some of the lines are lyrics oleh Jason Robert Brown. enjoy!
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PROLOGUE:
I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.
There’s the ring
"And I could never rescue you"
this she whispers.
"Goodbye"
she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair
Goodbye, my love.
* * *
How did we get here?
When we fought
When I threw the vase, out of anger, out of love. Out of pain.
When I yelled. She yelled.
When she told me get out, this is the final straw. She just couldn't take it anymore.
When I drove away...
When I OD'd, the vicodin finally did what it had been threatening to do since hari one...
Yeah. That’s how.
* * *
Anyone who knew me, even those who didn't, knew my tampilan on God, the afterlife. I never believed anything happened after death. Just blackness, I always said. Nothingness. Well that’s just one lebih thing I've found I was wrong about.
When anda die, anda are lifted up, up farther than anda could ever fathom was possible.
With every pill I took, I could feel myself sliding away from my body. It was like my personality and soul were fighting their very hardest finally to escape the burden of life on earth.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself be lifted.
"I’m done." I thought
"I'm done fighting"
* * *
Now I sit, on a chair I can't quite see, in a world I can't quite make out, surrounded oleh forces I can't quite explain.
Seven days ago, when I was still alive, this would have drove me crazy. A constant itch, a burning desire to get to the bottom of things and understand every detail.
But not anymore. I'm beginning to realize that sometimes its OK not to understand everything.
This "heaven", this world, realm, whatever anda call it, was nothing but wispy white clouds and blinding sun. There was no God, no dead celebrities, none of my ancestors. No one.
Not even my dad.
I'm alone, yet I don't feel lonely. My leg doesn't hurt.
I'm wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I died. In my pocket, I discover my empty vicodin bottle.
In the center of this wispy white domain, there is an elegant weeping willow tree. Surrounding this pohon is a crop of soft grass, almost as wispy as the awan itself. selanjutnya to the pohon is a rosebush, adorned with marvelously scarlet blooms.
selanjutnya to the rosebush, there is a small opening, a window, about the size of a microwave oven. If one were to look through the opening, they would see a glittering, birds-eye view of the planet earth.
Under this pohon is where I sit.
Under this pohon is where I watch my own funeral.
***
It's strange, my funeral. It seems as though everyone in the hospital had turned out for the occasion.
I see my old team, my new colleagues.
Foreman and 13 are standing together, looking at the floor. He reaches for her hand, she sniffles.
She twitches. Sniffles harder. The Huntington’s was finally taking its toll on her, just like they had all pretended it wouldn't for so long. Foreman drapes his arm around her shaking shoulders.
Chase sits alone, at a tiny meja in the corner. Cameron does the same, on the other side of the room.
Taub and his wife sit and talk in hushed tones.
Wilson stands at the foot of the open casket, with his eyes closed.
I know what he's doing. He's trying to block everything out. No wonder, he lost his girlfriend, his best friend. How could I do this to him?
Lisa enters.
She looks pale as a ghost. Paler than the body in the casket. She twists and turns the emas ring on her thin finger.
She's stunning, pale as she is. Her ebony hair is free flowing and loose, the way he always berkata loved it. She stands out from the mourning crowd in a dress of scarlet, of purest silk.
His favorit color.
I blink and sigh.
"You look beautiful, my love."
She can't hear. No one can.
"I miss you"
She holds her head high, in an attitude of bravery and strength.
Her hollow eyes tell a very different story.
She is surrounded oleh tears. But she does not cry. No tears would come.
She's sure her beating jantung will burst through her chest and tear her dress to pieces. Her steps are shaky, her fingers trembling.
"Someone, please help her. Comfort her"
Wilson. Cameron. Anyone.
The entrance is at the opposite side of the room of the casket. Lisa is about halfway there when she is intercepted oleh Blythe House.
Blythe is standing in a defensive position, angled away from Lisa. Why does she feel as though this has become some kind of confrontation?
"You" whispers Blythe. She looks relatively calm. Lisa lets her shoulders relax a little.
"You were Gregory's..girlfriend, when it...happened?"
Lisa nods.
Blythe is silent for a moment.
"How could anda not see this coming?"
What?
"How could anda just let this happen? anda were supposed to be there for him. anda let him down, anda let me down." She is hissing like a snake, her eyes are slits.
Lisa is speechless. Her ceri, cherry mouth is open in shock.
Wilson is watching out of the corner of his eye.
"My husband is dead. My son is dead. I can barely afford to keep my house, let alone support myself and pay for all this" She gestured around the room."
Blythe steps closer to Lisa. Lisa doesn't move.
"You're young. Your accomplished. anda have a little girl, don't you?"
Lisa nods slowly. Rachel is with her grandmother tonight.
"I have nothing. It's all been taken from me. anda still have so much in your life. Don't feel any shame? Guilt?"
"That’s enough"
Wilson cuts in to their conversation. They realize they had quite forgotten all of their surroundings.
Thank you, Wilson.
"It's not your fault, Lisa. It's no one except my own. I'm the one whose ashamed"
Lisa hasn't shed a tear since she heard of his death days ago. Maybe she's in denial, maybe she's in shock.
Wilson wraps her arms around her and plants a ciuman on her head.
And finally, the tears come.
***
Watching them there, crying together, I feel lebih detached than ever.
The wake service is over. Lisa never got a chance to approach the casket. Maybe she never even wanted to.
I thought I could handle this. That just watching would be enough.
Another thing wrong.
This was hard. Harder than anything I conquered in life.
I missed the smell of her hair, the smooth feeling of her skin. I missed her insecurities, her strengths. I missed the way her eyes sparkled in the sun. I wanted to feel her selanjutnya to me, in my arms. I was resigned to gazing upon her like a glittering work of art in a museum, there for eternity to be appreciated from afar.
I wonder if she misses me. The way I miss her.
I wonder if, like me, she wishes there were a way to relive the last five years we spent together as one. We had a future, a future set in stone. Now all she had were memories.
And memories fade.
One day, she may get over me. atau at least find a way to pindah on.
I hope she does.
But not me. Never me. I could never pindah on. Not here, alone in this room.
All I can do watch.
***
Lisa slowly makes her way back into the darkened, empty room. The only light is the moonlight filtering through the windows.
Hello, my love.
This is her last chance to say goodbye, once and for all.
She tries to forget the encounter earlier in the evening. She tries to forget everything.
There he is, lying there in his leather jacket. His gitar is selanjutnya to him, the one he's had since the eighth grade. His cane is there, scratched and dented.
Lisa smiles to herself, reveling in his glory.
A white flash catches he eye. She picks up and envelope lying facedown on his guitar.
"To House.
Love,
Chase, Cameron, 13, Foreman, and Taub."
It appears to be a letter, written oleh all of them.
I can't wait to read it...
She smiled gently.
"You had a good life"
His face was peaceful, eyelids closed over his ice-blue eyes.
"You had people that loved you. As much as anda denied it, anda had friends that cared about you. anda saved lives.."
Solved puzzles.
She sniffled, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Dont't anda cry.
"You were blind. To everything anda had..."
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
"But so was I. I never saw...how far the crack had opened. I never saw anda had run out of rope..."
No.
It was never your fault.
I berkata I was the most screwed up person in the world.
And anda stayed.
Tears keep falling. With a trembling hand she places a translucent jeruk, orange pill bottle in his folded hands. Inside the bottle is hr golden ring.
She takes a shaking breath. "I could never rescue you."
All anda ever wanted...
"No matter how I tried...all I could do was cinta you."
She sniffs. Another tear
"God, I loved anda so.."
She strokes his cheek again and again. Tears are falling on his face and neck.
I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.
There’s the ring
"But I could never rescue you"
this she whispers.
"Goodbye"
she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair
Goodbye, my love.
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PROLOGUE:
I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.
There’s the ring
"And I could never rescue you"
this she whispers.
"Goodbye"
she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair
Goodbye, my love.
* * *
How did we get here?
When we fought
When I threw the vase, out of anger, out of love. Out of pain.
When I yelled. She yelled.
When she told me get out, this is the final straw. She just couldn't take it anymore.
When I drove away...
When I OD'd, the vicodin finally did what it had been threatening to do since hari one...
Yeah. That’s how.
* * *
Anyone who knew me, even those who didn't, knew my tampilan on God, the afterlife. I never believed anything happened after death. Just blackness, I always said. Nothingness. Well that’s just one lebih thing I've found I was wrong about.
When anda die, anda are lifted up, up farther than anda could ever fathom was possible.
With every pill I took, I could feel myself sliding away from my body. It was like my personality and soul were fighting their very hardest finally to escape the burden of life on earth.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself be lifted.
"I’m done." I thought
"I'm done fighting"
* * *
Now I sit, on a chair I can't quite see, in a world I can't quite make out, surrounded oleh forces I can't quite explain.
Seven days ago, when I was still alive, this would have drove me crazy. A constant itch, a burning desire to get to the bottom of things and understand every detail.
But not anymore. I'm beginning to realize that sometimes its OK not to understand everything.
This "heaven", this world, realm, whatever anda call it, was nothing but wispy white clouds and blinding sun. There was no God, no dead celebrities, none of my ancestors. No one.
Not even my dad.
I'm alone, yet I don't feel lonely. My leg doesn't hurt.
I'm wearing the same clothes I was wearing when I died. In my pocket, I discover my empty vicodin bottle.
In the center of this wispy white domain, there is an elegant weeping willow tree. Surrounding this pohon is a crop of soft grass, almost as wispy as the awan itself. selanjutnya to the pohon is a rosebush, adorned with marvelously scarlet blooms.
selanjutnya to the rosebush, there is a small opening, a window, about the size of a microwave oven. If one were to look through the opening, they would see a glittering, birds-eye view of the planet earth.
Under this pohon is where I sit.
Under this pohon is where I watch my own funeral.
***
It's strange, my funeral. It seems as though everyone in the hospital had turned out for the occasion.
I see my old team, my new colleagues.
Foreman and 13 are standing together, looking at the floor. He reaches for her hand, she sniffles.
She twitches. Sniffles harder. The Huntington’s was finally taking its toll on her, just like they had all pretended it wouldn't for so long. Foreman drapes his arm around her shaking shoulders.
Chase sits alone, at a tiny meja in the corner. Cameron does the same, on the other side of the room.
Taub and his wife sit and talk in hushed tones.
Wilson stands at the foot of the open casket, with his eyes closed.
I know what he's doing. He's trying to block everything out. No wonder, he lost his girlfriend, his best friend. How could I do this to him?
Lisa enters.
She looks pale as a ghost. Paler than the body in the casket. She twists and turns the emas ring on her thin finger.
She's stunning, pale as she is. Her ebony hair is free flowing and loose, the way he always berkata loved it. She stands out from the mourning crowd in a dress of scarlet, of purest silk.
His favorit color.
I blink and sigh.
"You look beautiful, my love."
She can't hear. No one can.
"I miss you"
She holds her head high, in an attitude of bravery and strength.
Her hollow eyes tell a very different story.
She is surrounded oleh tears. But she does not cry. No tears would come.
She's sure her beating jantung will burst through her chest and tear her dress to pieces. Her steps are shaky, her fingers trembling.
"Someone, please help her. Comfort her"
Wilson. Cameron. Anyone.
The entrance is at the opposite side of the room of the casket. Lisa is about halfway there when she is intercepted oleh Blythe House.
Blythe is standing in a defensive position, angled away from Lisa. Why does she feel as though this has become some kind of confrontation?
"You" whispers Blythe. She looks relatively calm. Lisa lets her shoulders relax a little.
"You were Gregory's..girlfriend, when it...happened?"
Lisa nods.
Blythe is silent for a moment.
"How could anda not see this coming?"
What?
"How could anda just let this happen? anda were supposed to be there for him. anda let him down, anda let me down." She is hissing like a snake, her eyes are slits.
Lisa is speechless. Her ceri, cherry mouth is open in shock.
Wilson is watching out of the corner of his eye.
"My husband is dead. My son is dead. I can barely afford to keep my house, let alone support myself and pay for all this" She gestured around the room."
Blythe steps closer to Lisa. Lisa doesn't move.
"You're young. Your accomplished. anda have a little girl, don't you?"
Lisa nods slowly. Rachel is with her grandmother tonight.
"I have nothing. It's all been taken from me. anda still have so much in your life. Don't feel any shame? Guilt?"
"That’s enough"
Wilson cuts in to their conversation. They realize they had quite forgotten all of their surroundings.
Thank you, Wilson.
"It's not your fault, Lisa. It's no one except my own. I'm the one whose ashamed"
Lisa hasn't shed a tear since she heard of his death days ago. Maybe she's in denial, maybe she's in shock.
Wilson wraps her arms around her and plants a ciuman on her head.
And finally, the tears come.
***
Watching them there, crying together, I feel lebih detached than ever.
The wake service is over. Lisa never got a chance to approach the casket. Maybe she never even wanted to.
I thought I could handle this. That just watching would be enough.
Another thing wrong.
This was hard. Harder than anything I conquered in life.
I missed the smell of her hair, the smooth feeling of her skin. I missed her insecurities, her strengths. I missed the way her eyes sparkled in the sun. I wanted to feel her selanjutnya to me, in my arms. I was resigned to gazing upon her like a glittering work of art in a museum, there for eternity to be appreciated from afar.
I wonder if she misses me. The way I miss her.
I wonder if, like me, she wishes there were a way to relive the last five years we spent together as one. We had a future, a future set in stone. Now all she had were memories.
And memories fade.
One day, she may get over me. atau at least find a way to pindah on.
I hope she does.
But not me. Never me. I could never pindah on. Not here, alone in this room.
All I can do watch.
***
Lisa slowly makes her way back into the darkened, empty room. The only light is the moonlight filtering through the windows.
Hello, my love.
This is her last chance to say goodbye, once and for all.
She tries to forget the encounter earlier in the evening. She tries to forget everything.
There he is, lying there in his leather jacket. His gitar is selanjutnya to him, the one he's had since the eighth grade. His cane is there, scratched and dented.
Lisa smiles to herself, reveling in his glory.
A white flash catches he eye. She picks up and envelope lying facedown on his guitar.
"To House.
Love,
Chase, Cameron, 13, Foreman, and Taub."
It appears to be a letter, written oleh all of them.
I can't wait to read it...
She smiled gently.
"You had a good life"
His face was peaceful, eyelids closed over his ice-blue eyes.
"You had people that loved you. As much as anda denied it, anda had friends that cared about you. anda saved lives.."
Solved puzzles.
She sniffled, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Dont't anda cry.
"You were blind. To everything anda had..."
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
"But so was I. I never saw...how far the crack had opened. I never saw anda had run out of rope..."
No.
It was never your fault.
I berkata I was the most screwed up person in the world.
And anda stayed.
Tears keep falling. With a trembling hand she places a translucent jeruk, orange pill bottle in his folded hands. Inside the bottle is hr golden ring.
She takes a shaking breath. "I could never rescue you."
All anda ever wanted...
"No matter how I tried...all I could do was cinta you."
She sniffs. Another tear
"God, I loved anda so.."
She strokes his cheek again and again. Tears are falling on his face and neck.
I feel pressure on my cheek where she stroked it. I check my bottle.
There’s the ring
"But I could never rescue you"
this she whispers.
"Goodbye"
she gently kisses my forehead and strokes my hair
Goodbye, my love.
This is part two
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
60.HOUSE EXAMINES CUDDY ON THE PLANE
59.INJECTION - I THINK anda GO THAT - SEASON TWO
58.THANKYOU , YOUR WELCOME
57.HOUSE TRIES TO SEE IF CUDDYS LYING
56.INJECTION SCENE - SEASON 5
55.IM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS
54.CUDDY BREAKS HOUSE'S RACE CAR TRACK
53.THE OTHER NURSE USED TO TUCK ME IN
52.SHE HAS THE HOTS FOR ME
51.YOU SEE THE WORLD AS IT IS AND anda SEE THE WORLD AS IT COULD BE
60. I love this whole episode for huddy and I love how house tries to figure out what’s wrong with cuddy it shows how much house actually cares for cuddy and that he doesn’t want anything to happen to her.
59. this is the first of the huddy injections and I love it because I love how house is the only person cuddy can rely on and also there is a lot a flirting in this scene .
58. I love this huddy moment because cuddy’s reaction when she see’s house you can tell she thinks he’s hot and when she tells him he belongs there (with her) and when he thanks her awwwwwww “ thank you , your welcome”
57. this moment is a classic huddy eye sex moment when he creeps up behind her and stands right behind her and is looking right into her eyes you can just feel the chemistry it makes me heart melt.
56. The second of the injection scenes is soooooooooo hot that all I half to say cuddy just loves giving the injection lol.
55. This is a heart-warming huddy scene kutner has just died and cuddy wants to just let house know that she is and will always be there for him.
54. This is a funny huddy scene and cuddy is a cute in this scene I love how she walks over to the car race track he made and pulls a piece and says “oops!!!” lol
53. I love this huddy moment cuddy doesn’t trust house to stay in bed and rest so she goes over to his house stays on his sofa and makes sure he does “ the other nurse used to tuck me in”
52. I love this huddy scene where they are trying to determine who is in charge of their relationship, and when house wins it’s just great “she has the hot's for me she always has “
51. for me this is the first scene where you see house actually cares for cuddy “ you see the world as it is and you see the world as it could be , if you didn’t you never would of hired me “.
