House lifted his arm up around her shoulders and held onto her while she hugged him. He knew his time was going to up shortly, at least out here on the grounds. He'd been out here about half an hour already, the length of time Wilson had told him he was allowed out.
Cuddy's body was warm and solid where her face was buried to his chest and her arms around him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the crown of her head, and smelled the familiar scent of her hair, the shampoo that she used and the perfume she had on. He felt like he had to concentrate extra hard on remembering all the little details that were familiar about her because he didn't know when he was going to see her next.
He glanced over at the nurse heading towards him when Cuddy drew his attention to it and House tightened his arm around her. He suddenly didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep her right here, close and real. So many things had been taken away from him already - everything from his belongings to his dignity (at least, he felt like his dignity had been taken by being locked up in here, regardless how much that was his choice). He didn't want Cuddy taken away from him, too, even if he knew in his rational mind that wasn't what was going to happen. He released his hold on her and dropped his arm away, though, as the nurse neared.
"Alright, House," the nurse announced. "Time's up." The nurse looked at Cuddy. "You and your friend can stay a bit longer inside, but visiting hours end at three."
House didn't acknowledge the nurse. Instead, he looked the other way until he felt Cuddy's hand in his. When he turned back in the direction of the nurse, he saw he was still standing, waiting for House to obey and it was with a huge deal of reluctance and a hugely begrudging look at the nurse that he did as he was told, limping slowly back onto the path with Cuddy to the hospital building.
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Cuddy's body was warm and solid where her face was buried to his chest and her arms around him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the crown of her head, and smelled the familiar scent of her hair, the shampoo that she used and the perfume she had on. He felt like he had to concentrate extra hard on remembering all the little details that were familiar about her because he didn't know when he was going to see her next.
He glanced over at the nurse heading towards him when Cuddy drew his attention to it and House tightened his arm around her. He suddenly didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep her right here, close and real. So many things had been taken away from him already - everything from his belongings to his dignity (at least, he felt like his dignity had been taken by being locked up in here, regardless how much that was his choice). He didn't want Cuddy taken away from him, too, even if he knew in his rational mind that wasn't what was going to happen. He released his hold on her and dropped his arm away, though, as the nurse neared.
"Alright, House," the nurse announced. "Time's up." The nurse looked at Cuddy. "You and your friend can stay a bit longer inside, but visiting hours end at three."
House didn't acknowledge the nurse. Instead, he looked the other way until he felt Cuddy's hand in his. When he turned back in the direction of the nurse, he saw he was still standing, waiting for House to obey and it was with a huge deal of reluctance and a hugely begrudging look at the nurse that he did as he was told, limping slowly back onto the path with Cuddy to the hospital building.