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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 7, 2009 13:10:15 GMT -7
House barely heard Wilson talking, his eyes focused on Cuddy. She looked like she had seen a ghost, or just had a terrible shock. He suddenly feared for Cuddy's baby. Did she have a miscarriage?
Stupidly, when she finally spoke, he was relieved. He hadn't realized that he was so much in love with the idea of Cuddy pregnant, that faced with the potential loss was devastating to him. He drew in a breath, trying to shake off that traumatic thought and focus on this one.
"How serious?" House asked, "is she in the ER?" Then realizing that Wilson was still on the line, he muttered to Wilson, "I'll call you later."
He pressed the end call button, grabbed his cane, staring at Cuddy. Focus, House, he berated himself, "let's get down to the ER, Cuddy. We'll talk to dispatch, get Chase in. He was an intensivist back in Australia." He made his way around the desk, briefly putting his hand on Cuddy's arm. Given the look on her face, he knew it had to be bad. "Angel will be all right."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 7, 2009 13:30:49 GMT -7
Cuddy shook her head at House's question. "I don't know...She might have head trauma...doesn't remember whether or not she called an ambulance. She might be in ER...I came straight here after she called me. I don't even know if she's still...." Cuddy couldn't bear to finish that thought. Afraid to say anymore, she just nodded, hardly registering House touching her arm.
Nothing going through her head seemed to make sense anymore. "I could hardly hear what she was saying..." she muttered, leaving the office and stopping in the middle of the walkway. "She didn't answer me when I talked..." Any number of things could have happened. Cuddy didn't want to think about any of them.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 7, 2009 13:47:34 GMT -7
Wilson listened to House's two questions to Cuddy. And it didn't take much of a leap to connect Angel's not coming to work to the questions House had asked. Wilson asked two questions in quick succession. "Who's in the ER? Is it Angel?" But House had already hung up.
How was he supposed to meet with a patient? He couldn't even think straight. There was nothing he could do about it. Let the doctors at Princeton-Plainsboro take care of Angel. Besides, he didn't even know if it was Angel who was hurt. He had to concentrate on the rest of his day. House said he was going to call back.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 7, 2009 14:00:27 GMT -7
House punched the button for the elevator with his cane before turning to Cuddy. He stopped her worried babbling with a finger to her lips. "Cuddy, calm down," he said in his best Doctor voice, "as soon as we find out where Angel is, we'll take care of her. Anything else is just wild speculation, and it can't be good for the--" he stopped, looking around though no one nearby seemed to take any notice of their conversation. "...You know what," he finished, lamely. Like his and Cuddy's child was Voldemort. Now that was a thought.
He shook his head free of the thoughts, but only managed to make his vision swim. He couldn't be too intimate with Cuddy in the full view of the hospital and their minions. He had to content himself with his vaguely insulting words and loaded expressions. He didn't know when Angel would get here, or what state she would be in.
He told himself he was worried about her because Cuddy was, because Wilson was. He was only worried because she was a key part of his get Wilson back campaign. It wasn't like she had wormed her way into his well fortified heart, gotten in beneath his walls. There was no other option.
Angel would just be all right.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 7, 2009 14:29:57 GMT -7
Cuddy turned frightened eyes up to meet House's calmer gaze. She swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat as he spoke. Her lips parted as he faltered, then she nodded and drew away as the elevator doors opened behind him. As she stepped into the elevator, she understood why he'd said what he had. But once in the safety of the elevator, they could stop the euphemisms for at least a few minutes.
"I know I should calm down, but..." She stopped; excuses were futile at this point. The baby was just as important as Angel was. And if she kept getting worked up like this, Angel wouldn't be the only one in immediate danger. "I'm sorry..." Slowly, she moved closer to him, wanting more than needing to feel his comforting presence.
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