Later that morning 9:34 a.m.

Cuddy was dead asleep against her door in House's car. They were on the road, back to the hospital, to make sure they'd be back on Wilson's time. They were less than five menit away when finally stopped at a red light. House looked tired. Not, physically, nor mentally. He just looked--stressed. This bulan had really taken it's toll on him, with everything that had been happening. It certainly wasn't an experience he could go through willingly, but he had to grin and beruang it. But that grin never formed. They pulled into the parking lot, and he took his place in his handicap parking spot. He removed his keys and got out, shoving them into his pocket, and slammed his door shut. When he reached her side, he carefully opened the door, making sure to hold her up, before she could fall out, and unbuckled her kursi belt. Then he lifted her out, as he had done before, and slammed the door shut with his foot.

As he walked through the lobby, the staff had diberikan him curious stares, and remarks, clearly worried about her.

"Did something happen?"
"Is she alright?"
"Where did she go?"

He just walked past them and smiled, making sure to get to the elevators before having to answer anything. As soon as he got in, he closed the doors, and watched the faces, and heard the voices disappear before him. He then shut his eyes in pain, urging to rest her down, and urging to give way for his leg. No surprise, he had no extra morphine with him, so he spent the entire morning in a backfiring pain. To his relief, he finally made it to her floor, and limped towards her room. He looked down at her for a second, examining her cradled position. Her bangs, and strands of hair fell along her face as her head rested against his chest. As peaceful as she was, it still hurt him to know that she was in pain. Once they reached her room, he beckoned a nurse to open the door for him, instead of looking like an idiot, trying to open the door with his foot. As soon as they entered, he released the nurse and went to rest Cuddy on the bed. Gentle and gracefully he set her down onto her sheets and pillow. He moved around and fixed her pillows, and covered her in the blanket, before collapsing on the stray chair once again, clasping his leg in pain. He breathed in deeply for about five minutes, before being disturbed oleh Wilson's presence. He had slid open the door carefully, trying not to break the peace.

"You guys just get in?"
"Few menit ago."
"Ah."
"Any particular reason why you're not talking?"
"We can talk later."
"Sure."
"No, now."

Wilson looked slightly angry. House rolled his eyes and bit his lower lip as he rose up, to follow Wilson back to his office. They slid the door closed and began walking to his office. Wilson took forceful strides as House kept up behind. Eventually, he got in front of him, and pushed opened the doors to his office and sat himself in his chair.

"What, the hell do anda think you're doing, sneaking her out of the hospital, in the middle of the night to go to a cemetery?!?"
"Quiet voices."
"Unbelievable. anda know her medical condition. I thought, even anda would know not to be reckless for something like this."
"I brought her back, perfect."
"She could've easily--"
"What. What."
"--Anything."
"She's FINE."
"THIS time, yes."
"Next time, I won't be so reckless."
"There should be, no, selanjutnya time. What you're doing, is taking chances, and playing with her life."
"It was a tanggal Wilson."
"No! It wasn't! You're trying to rationalize the situation, pretending like none of this is happening! She can't afford that House. If anda cared, anda would want her to stay in that bed, and rest. This is the time where anda need to be, protective of her."

House tried his best to ignore him, so he fidgeted around at his desk, finding something to put him at ease. Wilson continued on with his lecture, accompanied with hand gestures.

"You've reached your breaking point House. I understand that. But anda can't just, have all these impulsive decisions without stopping to think. anda dragged her out of the hospital, in the middle of the night. God knows what anda two did there--and I'm sure that I don't need to know--but I'm sure anda did stupid things that were risky. And again, we can't afford that."
"Of course not."

His voice was brisk, and arrogant, like it usual was. Deep down he was getting angrier with Wilson. He understood, did he not? Why couldn't he have just, dropped the subject? His point was already proven.

"I still don't know what was going through your mind. You're coping with this in--"

BOOM. He let it out. His hand hand formed a fist, ascended into the air, and swung down onto his desk, causing a loud BOOM and a crack. A small crack had been created on impact. It was about two-three inches long. Wilson had jerked in place at the noise and shifted his arms almost in a defending position. House looked away, angled towards the outer office, and he licked his bottom lip as air entered and escaped through his mouth. But oddly enough, he did not yell, nor scream. He spoke in a tense and quiet tone.

"You of all people know exactly how I'm coping with this, and anda should know why I'm akting the way I am. Was it reckless, yes, am I going to do it as bad selanjutnya time, no. Nothing was probably going through my mind except being with her. I know I've reached my breaking point, because I've reached so far past it. Impulsive decisions shouldn't be made. Because they lead to risky actions, and stupid ones. And we can't afford those. Point proven. You're right. Let's pindah on, shall we?"

He got up from his chair, and limped past Wilson, who rested his fists onto the meja tulis, meja and bowed his head.

"Where are anda going."
"I've got myself a few papers to fill out and sign."

And he threw the door open and left, without another word, while Wilson rubbed his palms over his eyes and over his hair, before meeting at the back of his head in a tight clasp with each other.

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Several hours later 3:02 p.m.

Cuddy turned flat on her back and woke up to the sun shining through her windows. It was a bright hari and it had just welcomed her. To her surprise, Wilson was sitting in the corner of the room, half asleep on the chair. He was resting his head on his hand and slowly falling off the armrest. Which he eventually did. Elbow slips, head comes tumbling, wake up call.

"What happened?" He asked sleepily.
"You, falling asleep. In my room."
"Oh."

Cuddy just laughed, very entertained oleh this Wilson. She was mostly entertained, on the other hand a little curious of his presence.

"How long have anda been here?"
"Since House left."
"He left?"
"Yeah, few hours ago. I don't know what he's up to though."
"He didn't say?"
"He was--kinda pissed at me when he told me."
"Oh God, what did anda say."
"Nothing, nothing, just uh. Something minor. Nothing we haven't argued about before."
"Hm. So why are anda here?"
"Waiting--for him to come back. Go figure, when he does, you'll be the first person he'll want to check up on."
"Always."

He got up from the chair, and walked over to her and pulled up a chair to sit selanjutnya to her.

"He--really shouldn't have done what he did last night." Wilson confessed.
"You know?"
"I know what?"
"What are anda talking about?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You go first."
"I meant--the whole, sneaking-you-out-of-the-hospital-in-the-middle-of-the-night-thing."
"Oh."
"And you?"
"I meant--the whole, asking-me-if-I'd-be-happier-if-he-asked-me-to-marry-him-thing."
"He--what? He asked anda to marry him."
"He asked me if I'd be happier if I married him."

Wilson's mouth was open to speak, but he could not find words to. So his mouth laid open, as his eyes looked from her eyes to around the room in confusion, and surprise.

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In House's office

House walked into his office, and set down everything he was holding on his desk. There were three things in his hand: Cuddy's file, his mail, and some documents. He pushed everything else aside, and brought the documents in front of him. He began to read them over and signed his initials and signature in several places. As he did so, Cameron walked in.

"Where've anda been all day?"
"Errands."
"That what you're doing now?"
"Yep."

She came over to his desk, and leaned over to glance at the papers. As she read, the curious smile from her face faded, and her eyes looked harder down at them. She soon had red so far that midway of signing, she had snatched it off the table, ending his signature.

"Thanks."

After she had read a few lines here and there, she dropped her hand down, taking the papers away from her face to look at him, who was looking up at her awkwardly.

"What's this?"
"You've already read it, and anda expect me to explain it to you? That blonde hair of yours is really starting to make anda stupid huh? At least anda have an excuse."
"Yeah, of course it has--you're going to adopt her?"

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