rp for Cuddy
House cracked his eyes open and peered across the room without actually focusing on anything, and then closed his eyes again. Something had roused him from sleep, though he wasn’t sure what it was.
He was vaguely aware of whatever dream he’d been having already fading fast from his mind, and he wasn’t fully awake yet to register the state of his body. It was certainly a testament to how tired and exhausted he’d been that he’d managed to sleep through the entire night -- though, to House, it felt like he’d only been asleep for a few minutes. He’d been awoken in the middle of the night for a quick administering of medication; though he’d been so tired and exhausted he barely registered it was happening.
He grunted quietly and shifted on the bed, opening his eyes again briefly to peer unseeing across the room, and he was slowly becoming aware of muscular pain. Cramping in his stomach, mainly, and myalgia in the rest of his body. He grunted again and threw his arm up over his face, restlessness quickly starting to settle in.
“Oh god,” he sounded out in a scratchy, uncomfortable voice as he became more and more aware of the aches and pains in his body. Not as bad as they were when Cuddy first stormed into his room the night before but enough to be extremely unpleasant to wake up with first thing in the morning.
And where was Cuddy? “Cuddyyyy,” he called out without bothering to look to see where she was, and the way he drew her name out made him sound more like a sick, grumpy child rather than a grown man.
He was vaguely aware of whatever dream he’d been having already fading fast from his mind, and he wasn’t fully awake yet to register the state of his body. It was certainly a testament to how tired and exhausted he’d been that he’d managed to sleep through the entire night -- though, to House, it felt like he’d only been asleep for a few minutes. He’d been awoken in the middle of the night for a quick administering of medication; though he’d been so tired and exhausted he barely registered it was happening.
He grunted quietly and shifted on the bed, opening his eyes again briefly to peer unseeing across the room, and he was slowly becoming aware of muscular pain. Cramping in his stomach, mainly, and myalgia in the rest of his body. He grunted again and threw his arm up over his face, restlessness quickly starting to settle in.
“Oh god,” he sounded out in a scratchy, uncomfortable voice as he became more and more aware of the aches and pains in his body. Not as bad as they were when Cuddy first stormed into his room the night before but enough to be extremely unpleasant to wake up with first thing in the morning.
And where was Cuddy? “Cuddyyyy,” he called out without bothering to look to see where she was, and the way he drew her name out made him sound more like a sick, grumpy child rather than a grown man.