rp for Cuddy
House made his way slowly down the hallway, towards his room. Thanks to Snape’s potion, he was in considerably less pain than he’d been since first meeting Snape in the bar… or really, since discovering about Cuddy and Dean. Which, to House, felt like eons ago now. Maybe it was eons ago - it wasn’t like he had any idea how much time had passed between then and now. Then again, maybe it just felt that way because so much had happened.
He just couldn’t believe Stacy was here. Stacy, of all people. And he couldn’t believe how unrecognisable Wilson was. Those two issues were troubling enough that House was able to somewhat take his mind off what happened between Cuddy and himself - though, they weren’t exactly a comforting substitute, not by a long shot. He’d been tempted to go back to the bar after meeting with Snape, and drinking himself into a state of oblivion, just to quieten everything in his mind - but the memory of how horrible Wilson looked, of how much he’d changed, was enough to fend House away from the bar for now.
So, that left him with little idea what to do with himself. As he trudged down the hallway, a feeling of panic and helplessness started to build in him. Knowing Stacy was here and seeing how much worse Wilson looked made House’s confusion of Cuddy pale in comparison. As he neared his room, he slowed to a stop when his eyes landed on Cuddy’s door across the hall.
A memory of him shouting at Cuddy in anger about her sleeping with Dean flashed through his mind. He quickly shook it away. Thinking about that only made him start brooding. He was due for his pill, but he was debating whether he wanted to face Cuddy right now. It was hard to think clearly, though, when his mind was rattling over so many things that were bothering him.
Frustrated by how untogether he felt, House moved across to Cuddy’s door and knocked loudly on it before he could change his mind.
He just couldn’t believe Stacy was here. Stacy, of all people. And he couldn’t believe how unrecognisable Wilson was. Those two issues were troubling enough that House was able to somewhat take his mind off what happened between Cuddy and himself - though, they weren’t exactly a comforting substitute, not by a long shot. He’d been tempted to go back to the bar after meeting with Snape, and drinking himself into a state of oblivion, just to quieten everything in his mind - but the memory of how horrible Wilson looked, of how much he’d changed, was enough to fend House away from the bar for now.
So, that left him with little idea what to do with himself. As he trudged down the hallway, a feeling of panic and helplessness started to build in him. Knowing Stacy was here and seeing how much worse Wilson looked made House’s confusion of Cuddy pale in comparison. As he neared his room, he slowed to a stop when his eyes landed on Cuddy’s door across the hall.
A memory of him shouting at Cuddy in anger about her sleeping with Dean flashed through his mind. He quickly shook it away. Thinking about that only made him start brooding. He was due for his pill, but he was debating whether he wanted to face Cuddy right now. It was hard to think clearly, though, when his mind was rattling over so many things that were bothering him.
Frustrated by how untogether he felt, House moved across to Cuddy’s door and knocked loudly on it before he could change his mind.