First of all i would just like to say this story is a little different from normal House: Cuddy is 29 and has 4 kids - Aaden, Hannah, Leah and Rachael, She's dating a guy called Ryan (Zac Efron), Amber and Kutner are still alive ( He never comitted suicide and she survived the crash,)Amber is on Houses team also and it is written entirely from Houses point of view.
She ran to the bathroom violently throwing up. This was the last time I'd ever offer to give her a lift to work again. As i entered the bathroom I saw Lisa Cuddy crouched over, clutching on to the rim of the toliet seat, her eyes wide and her knuckles white as her purged and retched up her breakfast.
" Oh my god," I could tell my her evil look she gave me I had said the wrong thing. My the time she had severed the strength to finally get up she already looked like a walking corpse. She had raw red dry lips, a smell of sick stuck lingering on her body and her luscious chocolate brown locks and no energy to even walk to the car, she looked like she was dragging her bony legs across the floor as if they were useless and served no purpose of being there. " We are late Lise, come on, we don't want the kids to think we had a fight," I proclaimed sarcasticly.
As she was about the respond to my jibe I saw her hand lift up to cover her mouth and yet again, she was in another dash to the bathroom. Despite her flinging the door shut on her way in i could still hear those sounds. I rolled my nose in the air, trying to get away from the smell of rotting. Two minutes later she emerged clutching her stomach.
" Ok, I'm ready," She let out a weak smile.
" Really, are you sure?"
As she was about to give yet another evil look at me, the second this morning, I heard her wince in pain as she went to bend down to collect her bag.
" Here," I said as I pushed her bag into her stomach. She let out another wince but I didn't care - I was just wanted to get to work. We didn't bother to speak to each other for the whole ride to work. Somehow it occured to be that dead people shouldn't ride motorbikes. To make matters worse as soon as we arrived at the hospital we had a pleasant surprise waiting for us, a positively irritated Wilson looking at his watch. As soon as he saw the bike arrive he ran out to greet us or not. Oh no Wilson's coming. So scary.
"Where the hell have you been," he shouted at the top of his voice with a screech to claw out our eardrums before he took a look at Lisa's corpse like canvas. " Oh my god Lise you look, well, honestly pretty terrible! Are you ok?" It was no obvious looking at Cuddy he was severly worried, he hadn't ever seen her look like this. She was so weak she couldn't even manage a "I'm fine," just a slight head nod. He glanced a half second glance at me with an expression that reads what on earth have you done before his gaze returned to hers. Seeing his look I stuck my tongue out at him. Well he deserved it. Did he want me to act like I belong in kindergarten?
" She's fine,"
" Clearly shes not, I'm admitting her,"
During our conversation Cuddy descided to finally speak something. Finally. Thank god. I mean you could have thought someone had muted her.
" Wilson don't please I'm fine," and then she let out another wince. Well done Cuddy. How clever. You say your'e fine and then make it very clear you are in pain.
" I don't have a choice," His look yet again returned to mine for a quick second. Did he want me to kill him? " You're sick," he said with a worried tone as he put his left hand on her left shoulder for support. So supportive Wilson when you decide to shudder the minute you touch her, surely she's not that disgusting is she?