Who: Wilson, tagging Cuddy (Closed) Where: Cuddy's house What: Takes place after this thread. Wilson shows up at Cuddy's front door. When: Tuesday 28th March. 5.45pm.
Cuddy entered her house through the door from the garage. Hospitals were very noisy places, and she paused a moment to savor the absence of noise in her home. All too often the house was too quiet, but not right after work. Then she enjoyed the silence
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Wilson had mixed feelings when Cuddy opened the door. He was relieved on one hand, but there was still that niggling voice telling him he shouldn’t be here. Knowing he would fail miserably at it, Wilson didn’t even try to put up an act. He just shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at Cuddy’s face before looking away again when she invited him in. “Actually…” Wilson started and then stopped, taken aback by how hoarse he sounded. He swallowed hard before speaking again
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"That bad, huh?" If Cuddy hadn't known from the look on Wilson's face, his voice and his body language would've shown that he was a man in pain. She gave a little jerk of her head, urging him into the house. "Come on in. I'm sure I've got a bottle of Glenfidduch tucked away somewhere
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After taking his jacket off and lying it on the arm of the couch, Wilson sat down stiffly at one corner. He looked around when Cuddy left the room, vaguely acknowledging that she had a nice, neat home. Pressing his palms flat on his thighs Wilson looked down at them. He was still feeling shaky but that was no longer physically apparent at least
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