Wilson drove Cuddy back to her house few blocks away from Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital. They were silent since they left the ground of the institution as they took the highway with moderate to heavy traffic. She was looking outside, with eyes quite watery, when he turned to look at her. He sighed and put his gaze back to the road.
Wilson: Feeling okay?
Cuddy looked at him and tried to smile.
Cuddy: I am…
Wilson made a quick glance at her before both of them looked at the road and cars ahead of them.
Wilson: The coma… It wasn’t House’s request, was it?
Cuddy: He asked me what I wanted for...
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