Cuddy stood to the side and watched as House and Wilson traded their usual banter. Well, it wasn't exactly usual but it was close enough to normal to be reassuring. As long as House could harass Wilson for being Wilson, she knew the fundamental House was still intact even under the drug haze.
Cuddy nodded her head almost imperceptibly when Wilson glanced at her. She didn't want to come right out and discuss House's condition in front of him. That would only embarrass him, possibly reinforce his feelings of worthlessness. When House started down the hall, though, she let herself fall a few steps behind him.
"He's a little...fuzzy," she told Wilson in a low voice.
Wilson looked after House as they followed him. His verbal exchange with House hadn't indicated any strong signs he was having any serious difficulty with his thinking but he could sense something was off. He nodded. "That's to be expected, I guess."
Cuddy gave a noncommittal shrug. It was to be expected but it was still hard to watch. House was like a balloon with the air let out. His energy, his personality--it was as if they'd leaked out leaving a shell. She didn't like seeing him that way even though she knew as his treatment progressed, that spark would come back.
"Don't worry," Wilson said, giving her a small pat on the shoulder. Then he followed House into the common room where he eyed the coffee with a suspicious eye. "So how bad is the coffee here?" he asked House as he reached for a cup. Cuddy was still on her self-imposed coffee ban so she simply took a seat at a small table near the windows.
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Cuddy nodded her head almost imperceptibly when Wilson glanced at her. She didn't want to come right out and discuss House's condition in front of him. That would only embarrass him, possibly reinforce his feelings of worthlessness. When House started down the hall, though, she let herself fall a few steps behind him.
"He's a little...fuzzy," she told Wilson in a low voice.
Wilson looked after House as they followed him. His verbal exchange with House hadn't indicated any strong signs he was having any serious difficulty with his thinking but he could sense something was off. He nodded. "That's to be expected, I guess."
Cuddy gave a noncommittal shrug. It was to be expected but it was still hard to watch. House was like a balloon with the air let out. His energy, his personality--it was as if they'd leaked out leaving a shell. She didn't like seeing him that way even though she knew as his treatment progressed, that spark would come back.
"Don't worry," Wilson said, giving her a small pat on the shoulder. Then he followed House into the common room where he eyed the coffee with a suspicious eye. "So how bad is the coffee here?" he asked House as he reached for a cup. Cuddy was still on her self-imposed coffee ban so she simply took a seat at a small table near the windows.