Pact For Love
House and Cuddy are married and have 2 children. Shocking news leaves them to debate their futures, and their children's. They are elderly now, and their children are grown up, but does it mean that they feel better about leaving them behind?
This is not for everyone, but this is an issue that comes up frequently in my Ethics class. So I'm warning you now, you might find this fic very sad and/or quite disturbing. And I apologise for that, but it's an issue that needs to be addressed.
Chapter 4
Cuddy POV
In the horrid gown that Chase had given me to change into, I was wheeled down the corridor to Radiology. Chase had that look of concern on his face, and it worried me deeply to see it.
Would this be it? Could this really be the end?
My thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the double doors of Radiology. Wilson was standing on the other side, that look of apprehension on his face just like Chase's. Oh, this was not good.
I started to take off my rings, my necklace and my bracelet, giving them to Wilson for safe keeping.
I slowly made my way to the scanner, remembering all the times that Greg had broken it and I'd yelled at him. It gave me a little bit of comfort to remember the good times, when I was trapped so badly in a horrible one, possibly the worse of my life.
My heart raced as I laid down. I was mildly claustrophobic, not in the sense of elevators, but definitely in the sense of scanners.
Wilson's voice came to me on the intercom thing.
'Lisa, I know you hate confined spaces, but try and keep still and don't forget to keep breathing,' he said, reassuring me.
The procedure started, I moved into the whole in the doughnut shaped machine. The series of loud knocks started, drumming into me and giving me a headache. My breathing became short and rapid. This needed to be over quickly.
After what felt like forever, it was done.
In the room off the MRI Machine
'That is not good,' commented Chase.
'We need to do a biopsy to confirm,' suggested Wilson.
Chase nodded his head in agreement.
'I'll call House,' he replied.
Back In The Exam Room
'Why are we waiting?' I asked impatiently. 'Just tell me now!'
'Chase called Greg, we thought that it was better that you heard it together,' replied Wilson.
I sat back down, deflated. It must've been bad, they called Greg.
5 minutes of uncomfortable, tense silence, then cue Greg to break it.
He came in, obviously as worried as I was about why he was called in.
'Lisa,' Greg said, softly, kissing me on the cheek. 'Are you ok? Has Wilson spoken to you yet?'
'No,' I replied. 'He was waiting for you.'
He held my hand and we sat down together.
'I'm afraid it's not good guys. We found tumours.'
I gasped. I'd had my suspicions, and cancer was up there.
Wait a second, did he just say tumours? Like plural?
'Where did you find them?' asked Greg.
'The pancreas and the liver,' answered Chase.
'We think that the primary tumour is in the pancreas, and it appears advanced by the metastasis to the liver. We need to do a biopsy to confirm, but it's almost certainly cancerous' continued Wilson.
As he breaks the news, I am numb. I don't feel anything, not even the anticipation of probably dying.
Greg was silent, but the look on his face broke my heart.
'We need to do the biopsy ASAP,' said Wilson, breaking my gaze at Greg.
I nodded, the words escaping my brain.
I was taken to an OR, and given a local anaesthetic to numb the pain. But that didn't change the discomfort that the needle brought.
A little while later, as I lay in a bed in a private room resting with Greg by my side, Chase and Wilson came in.
The look on their faces were even graver than before. The color drained from my face and I developed an ashen grey hue.
'I'm sorry,' said Wilson. 'You have Pancreatic adenocarcinoma, stage 4b. It's spread to your liver.'
The tears started to fall for both Greg and I, and we held each other tightly.
'How long?' I asked, wanting to tie up loose ends before it happens.
'Anything between 2 and 6 months. There's nothing we can do, it's too far gone,' said Wilson apologetically.
I hugged Greg close to me and cried until there were no more tears to cry.
What were we going to do now...there is too much to do.
I have to organize the funeral, I have to make sure Greg and the kids are taken care of, I need to sort out my will, oh God, I have to tell the kids.