"I think Cameron already suspects I've done away with you," Cuddy said dryly. Actually, she got the feeling Cameron thought House had run away so he wouldn't have to face being a daddy. Given his usual attitude, it was a reasonable assumption. Wrong, but reasonable. And for the moment, Cuddy was willing to let Cameron suspect all she wanted, just as long as she didn't go looking for House.
Keeping House's whereabouts a secret was purely for his peace of mind. All three of his fellows thought he was nuts to begin with. They knew, or suspected, House needed therapy. That wouldn't surprise them. They'd only be surprised he was actually getting it. Cuddy suspected they would even be supportive of the idea. There was still a stigma attached to mental illness, though. It wasn't as bad as it used to be but it was still there. If House wanted to keep it private, she'd do her best to keep his secret.
She looked up with a sharp pang of dread when the nurse interrupted. She'd known they were almost out of time but she hoped somehow time would slow down or all the clocks would break--something to give them just a little more time.
As the nurse walked away, Wilson glanced over at House and Cuddy. He downed the rest of his coffee and got to his feet. "I'm going to head on up to the admissions office--see if there's any paperwork we need to sign to get House home for the baby's birth," he told Cuddy. "I'll meet you by the entrance." He turned to House then, bobbling his empty cup in his hands. He wanted to tell his friend to behave, take his meds, work with his therapist. He knew he'd be wasting his breath, though. House did things only one way--his way.
"Take care of yourself, House," he finally said. He took his coffee cup over to the sink and rinsed it out. He glanced around one last time for Justine so he could say good bye. He just wanted to be polite--that's all it was. He didn't see her, though, so he wandered on out into the hall and headed for the entrance.
Cuddy reached over and laid her other hand on top of House's, sandwiching it between both of hers. The more time she wanted to have with him, the faster it seemed to go. She doubted she'd be lucky enough for time to pass this quickly until she got to see him again, although she realized their time apart would probably go a lot slower for House than it would for her.
"I'll be back soon," she told him. "Just as soon as I can manage."
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Keeping House's whereabouts a secret was purely for his peace of mind. All three of his fellows thought he was nuts to begin with. They knew, or suspected, House needed therapy. That wouldn't surprise them. They'd only be surprised he was actually getting it. Cuddy suspected they would even be supportive of the idea. There was still a stigma attached to mental illness, though. It wasn't as bad as it used to be but it was still there. If House wanted to keep it private, she'd do her best to keep his secret.
She looked up with a sharp pang of dread when the nurse interrupted. She'd known they were almost out of time but she hoped somehow time would slow down or all the clocks would break--something to give them just a little more time.
As the nurse walked away, Wilson glanced over at House and Cuddy. He downed the rest of his coffee and got to his feet. "I'm going to head on up to the admissions office--see if there's any paperwork we need to sign to get House home for the baby's birth," he told Cuddy. "I'll meet you by the entrance." He turned to House then, bobbling his empty cup in his hands. He wanted to tell his friend to behave, take his meds, work with his therapist. He knew he'd be wasting his breath, though. House did things only one way--his way.
"Take care of yourself, House," he finally said. He took his coffee cup over to the sink and rinsed it out. He glanced around one last time for Justine so he could say good bye. He just wanted to be polite--that's all it was. He didn't see her, though, so he wandered on out into the hall and headed for the entrance.
Cuddy reached over and laid her other hand on top of House's, sandwiching it between both of hers. The more time she wanted to have with him, the faster it seemed to go. She doubted she'd be lucky enough for time to pass this quickly until she got to see him again, although she realized their time apart would probably go a lot slower for House than it would for her.
"I'll be back soon," she told him. "Just as soon as I can manage."