"I wish I didn't have to either," Cuddy said. More accurately, she wished she didn't have to leave without him. The thought that very shortly she was going to have to walk out the front door and leave him locked in behind her made her heart clench. She was suddenly very glad he'd asked Wilson to bring him here the previous week. Watching him drive away from her house, knowing where he was going, had been difficult enough. Being here now and knowing she was actually going to have to walk away from him and somehow put a brave face on it--she didn't know how she was going to do it.
She felt like she had to put a good face on it, though. House was already depressed and frightened enough. She didn't want to make it worse by forcing him to see her own worry and pain. She felt like she needed to stay positive and hopeful for his benefit. Mostly she was hopeful. She was an inherent optimist and she did believe things would get better. Until they did, though, she had to cope with her own feelings of sadness and even anger at the situation she had to deal with. It was a good thing she'd agreed to let Wilson drive because she wasn't sure she'd be in any shape to anything once they left.
"It's going to be okay," she said, wrapping her arms around him again in a tight hug. Her words were muffled against his chest as she tried to keep her voice strong and even. She closed her eyes tightly, though, to make sure no tears could leak out. "You can call me whenever you want, for any reason you want. And I'll visit as often as I can. We'll get through this."
She shifted her head, looking off to the side, and she caught sight of one of the nurses at the entrance and he seemed to be looking directly at House. Her arms tightened around him, then she pulled back and nodded toward the nurse. "I think your troll is waiting to take you back to the cave."
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She felt like she had to put a good face on it, though. House was already depressed and frightened enough. She didn't want to make it worse by forcing him to see her own worry and pain. She felt like she needed to stay positive and hopeful for his benefit. Mostly she was hopeful. She was an inherent optimist and she did believe things would get better. Until they did, though, she had to cope with her own feelings of sadness and even anger at the situation she had to deal with. It was a good thing she'd agreed to let Wilson drive because she wasn't sure she'd be in any shape to anything once they left.
"It's going to be okay," she said, wrapping her arms around him again in a tight hug. Her words were muffled against his chest as she tried to keep her voice strong and even. She closed her eyes tightly, though, to make sure no tears could leak out. "You can call me whenever you want, for any reason you want. And I'll visit as often as I can. We'll get through this."
She shifted her head, looking off to the side, and she caught sight of one of the nurses at the entrance and he seemed to be looking directly at House. Her arms tightened around him, then she pulled back and nodded toward the nurse. "I think your troll is waiting to take you back to the cave."