Cuddy rubbed her thumb over House's stubble when he pressed her hand to his cheek. She wanted to tell the nurse to stop pushing them...except they weren't being pushed. It only felt that way because she wasn't ready to leave. She wanted to stay. She wanted to be able to touch him, just hold his hand. These little touches were what were going to get her through until the next time she could see him.
She let out a heavy sigh and shifted her hands to the edge of the table to pull herself to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him for one more hug, burying her face against his shoulder while she squeezed him tight. She pulled back with a wistful smile as he talked to the baby. "We miss you, too," she murmured. She glanced over House's shoulder and saw the nurse, very pointedly waiting.
"Come on," she said reluctantly. She took his hand and they walked slowly down the hall. There were a few other visitors heading for the doorway, but not many. She supposed a lot of people found visiting a psychiatric facility too depressing, and some of the patients probably didn't have anyone who cared enough to visit. That would never happen to House. She'd be there. Wilson, too. She knew Wilson would never give up on House.
When they reached the end of the ward she turned to House and gave him one more hug, clutching his shirt in a fierce grip. "Call me," she said, pulling back and reaching up to caress his cheek. "I'll even put the phone on my belly so Junior can hear you. The two of you can continue your evil plots to subvert my authority."
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She let out a heavy sigh and shifted her hands to the edge of the table to pull herself to her feet. She wrapped her arms around him for one more hug, burying her face against his shoulder while she squeezed him tight. She pulled back with a wistful smile as he talked to the baby. "We miss you, too," she murmured. She glanced over House's shoulder and saw the nurse, very pointedly waiting.
"Come on," she said reluctantly. She took his hand and they walked slowly down the hall. There were a few other visitors heading for the doorway, but not many. She supposed a lot of people found visiting a psychiatric facility too depressing, and some of the patients probably didn't have anyone who cared enough to visit. That would never happen to House. She'd be there. Wilson, too. She knew Wilson would never give up on House.
When they reached the end of the ward she turned to House and gave him one more hug, clutching his shirt in a fierce grip. "Call me," she said, pulling back and reaching up to caress his cheek. "I'll even put the phone on my belly so Junior can hear you. The two of you can continue your evil plots to subvert my authority."