A poem, followed 由 a POSSIBLE one-shot. Hope 你 enjoy.

One soul dwells in two beings.
They walk on this Earth,
in pain, in sorrow,
grieving.
It's an everlasting pain,
reluctant to let go,
but they brush it off anyway.
One 心 dwells in two beings.
It beats,
thump-thump,
thump-thump,
thump-thump,
burning
like an ember.
And it beats for them both,
the only thing that isn't
numb.
God combined them, forming the ultimate love.
Two bodies, uniting their 心 and soul. But with 或者 without each other, somehow,
they are still,
miserable.
But one night, they spent hand in hand.
Compassion released,
and the resentment ceased,
causing the 下一个 morning,
to begin with a kiss,
sealing their souls,
for a 爱情 not missed.
And this very 爱情 created
at that break of dawn,
compensated,
for all of the tears
she had shed,
and all the nights
he lied awake,
and all the time,
they spent,
wishing,
praying,
hoping,
for the others happiness,
when in fact,
it ignites
in each others presence,
as it lives,
breathes,
and exists
in their
soul.


House was fluttering his eyes. A blurry picture formed before him. It was a shadow like figure. But he could make out the silhouette. She was murmuring something. Apparently she wasn't alone. Another silhouette formed beside her. It was 更多 of a mans figure this time. He thought, Wilson.
Suddenly, he felt a drill plunge through his head. It beat against his skull causing him to shake, which in reality meant he was seizing. His head to his toes shook and trembled on the floor. He could feel the hard tile floors at the bottom of the stairs beating against his head. Cuddy and Wilson were moving around above him in a frenzy as his vision compromised 由 the seizing. Suddenly he felt a hand. Fingers slide in between his, and a palm squeezed his own. It was soft, and gentle. That was the last thing he remembered before seeing black...Black....All but black...
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"He's such an idiot."
"We shouldn't expect less of it."
Cuddy and Wilson were talking at the foot of his bed.
"Make something of 你 two. He's failed to act upon it, so, technically its your call now."
"I don't have the will for it."
"You have plenty of the will! 你 don't have the drive to do it."
"Same thing."
"Not entirely. 你 don't have the drive because 你 don't know what 你 want."
She failed to reply.
"For god sakes, he's called out your name at least four times already. And he's supposed to be unconscious. He's been dreaming apparently of 你 for the past, oh I don't know twelve hours?"
He'd been out for that long? Did she know about the calls beforehand? These are what he thought about as he listened to their conversation.
"As if his concussion wasn't enough, he had to go and have a shot of heroin before letting the ceiling fall on him."
The ceiling had fallen on him? Was that why he was at the bottom of the stairs? Had he gotten the concussion because of the ceiling 或者 because of falling down the stairs? Why had he taken heroin? Is that what caused the complex-seizure? He could not remember everything that happened...
"Go home. 你 need sleep."
"I've 迷失 sleep because of this one before, I don't see the point in him waking up alone rather than have me 由 his beside when he wakes up. I've done it before. I'll do it again. He needs me."
Wilson just looked away. He seemed slightly irritated with her.
"And 你 tell me 你 feel nothing. So much dedication towards him, with no regard for yourself. The only thing you're missing is wedding bands and a honeymoon."
He began to walk out, rolling his eyes at her.
"I'll be back later. I need to get the MRI results."
Cuddy took off her lab 涂层, 外套 and flung it over the foot of his bed. She then sat down on the chair residing right 下一个 to him.
She ran her hand over his bandaged head and then over the cut streaming down his left cheek. It was hard to keep her tears in, so she let them fall, gracefully. Just as the pain hit him, hitting on impact, the pain hit her. She was almost breathless, stifling her tears. Making sure House couldn't hear, even if he really couldn't.
As she examined his monitor, she read his 心 rate. First, she put her hand flat on his chest, and then her free hand on hers. Their hearts synchronized, beating together.
House slowly opened his mouth to speak.
"Stop shedding those tears for me Cuddy. We both know I'll just end up throwing them back at 你 someway, somehow."
She broke a smile.
"There it is." His eyes still remained closed.
"Why'd 你 wake up?"
"I could hear 你 crying. It's not a pleasant sound to hear my dear."
"You could hear me crying?"
"Of course. Don't 你 know, when people fall in love, their souls combine in that uniting kiss, forever chained until painful tears shed?"
Her eyes turned sincere.
"So you're saying you've fallen in 爱情 with me?"
"I'm saying I fell a long time ago. And I've refused to pick myself up again."