House rushes over to Wilson. "Help! I can't see! What happened!" Wilson yells in desperation.
"You fell comatose about 6 hours ago." Cuddy answers. "AHH my body is killing me! AHH!" Wilson screams."He's in too much pain. We need to put him in a coma." House says. "But House-" Cuddy says. "AHH!" "Fine, put him in a coma." Cuddy says.
House and Cuddy are now in Cuddy's office, discussing the matter. "What are we going to do?" Cuddy asks. "I don't know. I have no idea what could be wrong with him." House replies. After a brief silence, House breaks it, "Do anda mind if I stay at your house tonight? I don't want to be alone." "Of course anda can. anda know I'm always here for you." "I know."
After a while, they go to Cuddy's house. As House was going to Cuddy's on his motorcycle, he sees a dead skunk on the road, and swerves in order not to hit it. He loses control of the bike, and is thrown off. The pain is unbearable, and he can barely move, but he knows he has to reach his phone to call Cuddy. He managed to reach his cell phone and call Cuddy. "House where the hell are you?" "I got in an accident." "Oh my God, are anda all right?" Cuddy asks. "I don't think so, come pick me up, I'm between Baker St. and 2nd. Hurry,... please." "OK, I'm coming. I cinta you." She waited for a reply, but the line was already dead.
Cuddy drove like a madman and got there in 4 minutes. " Oh my God, House!" He looked like hell. She got him in the car and sped to the hospital. She could barely see the road because of the tears in her eyes, but she got there in 6 minutes. She ran into the hospital and yelled, "We need a gurney, House crashed his motorcycle." Many people came out to help House, but lebih just came out to see him beat to hell.
House knew he had to stay awake, but it was so hard. He could feel the exhaustion wash over him. He could hear Cuddy yelling at him to stay awake, it helped a little, but he didn't know how long it would last.
House woke up that selanjutnya morning. He was covered in bandages almost everywhere. He felt like hell, and he knew he probably looked even worse. Cuddy rushed over to greet him. He could tell she hadn't slept all night, but she still looked beautiful to him. "How are anda feeling?" She asked. "Like absolute hell." "On a scale from 1-10?" "Since when isn't absolute hell a 10?" House says. "OK, 10 it is." "I'm sorry, I'm just in a shitload of pain." "I know, no need to apologize." Cuddy says with a smile on her face. " I'm just glad you're up." "Oh shit." House says. "What?" Cuddy asks, obviously confused. "How's Wilson?" House asks. "You just got in a motorcycle accident, and all anda can think about is Wilson?!" "Yeah, I tend to do that with people I care about." "He is still in the coma." Cuddy replies. "Good, now come in tempat tidur with me, I wanna cuddle." House says in a childish voice. "Are anda sure in won't hurt you?" Cuddy asks. "I never hurt when you're beside me."
The End
"You fell comatose about 6 hours ago." Cuddy answers. "AHH my body is killing me! AHH!" Wilson screams."He's in too much pain. We need to put him in a coma." House says. "But House-" Cuddy says. "AHH!" "Fine, put him in a coma." Cuddy says.
House and Cuddy are now in Cuddy's office, discussing the matter. "What are we going to do?" Cuddy asks. "I don't know. I have no idea what could be wrong with him." House replies. After a brief silence, House breaks it, "Do anda mind if I stay at your house tonight? I don't want to be alone." "Of course anda can. anda know I'm always here for you." "I know."
After a while, they go to Cuddy's house. As House was going to Cuddy's on his motorcycle, he sees a dead skunk on the road, and swerves in order not to hit it. He loses control of the bike, and is thrown off. The pain is unbearable, and he can barely move, but he knows he has to reach his phone to call Cuddy. He managed to reach his cell phone and call Cuddy. "House where the hell are you?" "I got in an accident." "Oh my God, are anda all right?" Cuddy asks. "I don't think so, come pick me up, I'm between Baker St. and 2nd. Hurry,... please." "OK, I'm coming. I cinta you." She waited for a reply, but the line was already dead.
Cuddy drove like a madman and got there in 4 minutes. " Oh my God, House!" He looked like hell. She got him in the car and sped to the hospital. She could barely see the road because of the tears in her eyes, but she got there in 6 minutes. She ran into the hospital and yelled, "We need a gurney, House crashed his motorcycle." Many people came out to help House, but lebih just came out to see him beat to hell.
House knew he had to stay awake, but it was so hard. He could feel the exhaustion wash over him. He could hear Cuddy yelling at him to stay awake, it helped a little, but he didn't know how long it would last.
House woke up that selanjutnya morning. He was covered in bandages almost everywhere. He felt like hell, and he knew he probably looked even worse. Cuddy rushed over to greet him. He could tell she hadn't slept all night, but she still looked beautiful to him. "How are anda feeling?" She asked. "Like absolute hell." "On a scale from 1-10?" "Since when isn't absolute hell a 10?" House says. "OK, 10 it is." "I'm sorry, I'm just in a shitload of pain." "I know, no need to apologize." Cuddy says with a smile on her face. " I'm just glad you're up." "Oh shit." House says. "What?" Cuddy asks, obviously confused. "How's Wilson?" House asks. "You just got in a motorcycle accident, and all anda can think about is Wilson?!" "Yeah, I tend to do that with people I care about." "He is still in the coma." Cuddy replies. "Good, now come in tempat tidur with me, I wanna cuddle." House says in a childish voice. "Are anda sure in won't hurt you?" Cuddy asks. "I never hurt when you're beside me."
The End
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.