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Greg House motioned to the bartender for another shot. The man took a deep breath, looked at House, shook his head but responded to the request.
It didn't take long for House to finish the next shot. He had lost count of how many it had been at that point. All he knew was that he could still hear her voice. It was an relentless ringing that no matter how much he drank he couldn't get out of his head. But he was determined he'd drink as much as necessary to make him forget.
Lisa Cuddy also wanted to forget. But for better or worse she didn't have the time or ability to drink away her sorrows. Instead she had a meeting. She had work. She always had work.
She braced herself after leaving House in her office for the board meeting and although she tried to drown herself in the proceedings she found it almost impossible to concentrate. After an unusually long meeting she gave an excuse to get out of joining some of the others for dinner and headed downstairs. The ER would keep her busy. She'd be too busy listening to patients to hear herself think. Desperate to burn images from her mind, she was almost relieved to see a bus accident had filled the hospital's emergency room with patients. Almost.