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It had been a week since Vogler had left and taken his precious millions as well. Cuddy hadn't really forgiven herself for losing the money that could have been used to get more nurses and better equipment. Mainly since she had done it because she didn't want to lose House as a doctor, nor as a friend. She felt sort of guilty for having to pull out equipment that had been in storage for years during the meningitis outbreak. May as well have been House's fault for taking her to bed that night many, many years ago. She had never forgotten the way they had talked and laughed together with Wilson and Stacy all the time before the infarction. Every conversation they had was a remnant of the fun they had, every glib remark now caused a guilty reaction that made her think it was her fault about his leg, her fault that he had now become a senile old man. She had loved him once, truthfully: she still did. However, she could never admit it. Not with the hospital. It had been her life's work to get this far. She was one in three women to be in the same position. One that offered on a non-social life and having to put up with someone who had such a hatred for her.
Lisa wiped away the tears and stared down at the paper she had just signed, and slowly made her way up to the roof. Throughout her life she had tried to be better than anyone else, especially the boys. She had managed to make it out of school at the top of her class to find a world which was harsh to anyone female trying to succeed. But now here she was, standing at the top of her hospital, her one treasure. This was the only thing that meant anything to her anymore and she had failed it. Now there was nothing.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she scrunched up the paper in her hand and she turned slightly as she heard the door closing.
He looked down at her with pity and wiped away a tear, "I love you." He whispered and it echoed with the breeze and she looked up and repeated the vow with the dignity she had learnt over her years as a female doctor.
House took her hands and kissed her gently and then taking a knee, he looked up at her in the same tradition as he had seen many times one the television. And with one breath, he uttered the words, "will you marry me?"
Lisa smiled slightly and helped him up, quietly, "but you just want free access to the fun-bags, don't you?" She gave a gentle laugh, " but sure."
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