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Jess: WOO Another update! I'm busy this weekend, but I'm in such a writing mood I think I'm going to take any opportunity I have to write! :D
Lona: Jess has kept me up until the ungodly hours of the night (3 hour differences) to write this story -.- Reviews make it worth it though *Wink-wink-nudge-nudge*
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Beep...beep...beep. That was all the dean of medicine could hear as she aroused from her slumber. She slowly opened her eyes and all she could see were shapes and blurs of figures moving from here to there. She took deep breaths and found the familiar scent of the hospital. But there was nothing for certain.
Once her senses came to, she saw that she was in a hospital bed not too far from the ICU. She quickly sat up and looked around frantically. The last thing she could remember was going up to see House and...blood. There was so much blood. All she could see was dark red. Red, red blood.
Her breathing got shaky and she heard the increasingly frequent beeping of the monitor next to her. Out of no where, Wilson appeared and grabbed her hand gently and looked up to the monitors before his worried eyes met hers.
"Lise, you have to calm down," Wilson spoke quietly but frantically at the same time.
After a few seconds, she calmed down and asked Wilson the obvious question with her eyes.
He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair as he sighed. He was obviously exhausted and his body showed it. There were dark bags under his blood-shot eyes and he had heavy stubble decorating his face.
"He's...alive," Wilson hesitantly began, "He was in a MVA and lost quite a bit of blood. He had a transfusion once he got here, but they rushed him into the OR as well. He had 3 broken ribs, a broken left radius, wrist, and his ring and pinky finger. He had minor internal bleeding as well as bruises, burns, and abrasions covering whatever wasn't covered by his clothes. Too bad he wasn't wearing his leather jacket."
Cuddy and Wilson both grimaced at the mental image that resulted from the description. Cuddy couldn't help but let tears slowly cascade down her cheeks.
She gasped, "Rachel! Omigod, I was in such a rush I left her at home alone!" her panic returned, "I'm a such a terrible mother, and I forgot her, and..." tears streamed down uncontrollably once more.
"Shh, it's alright," he calmed her, "she is currently being watched by Dr. Malcolm. I called Marina and she dropped Rachel off immediately. Malcolm saw her and offered to take her in, she was sleeping and he seemed to know her, so she's with him right now."
Cuddy nodded dazedly. She was a bit confused as to why he would take her in, but there was too much on her mind for her to think too deeply about it. She shook her head, clearing all thought and put on the best administrative face she could.
"Will you bring me the discharge forms?" Cuddy said hopefully, but with a hint of authority in her voice.
Wilson nodded, seeing no problem with that, as he left the room momentarily to receive the paperwork.
~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~ ~Huddy~
"...and when you drugged my mother, I know I didn't tell you but I really did find it sweet and caring. I was trying not the laugh, but I had a feeling you just knew. I knew you knew " Cuddy gave a soft chuckle as she spoke to an unconscious House and caressed the back of his hand. "That's why I don't always tell you everything," she spoke more seriously as tears began to well in her eyes, "I just know that you can tell anything I'm feeling, before I know I'm feeling it, especially when you look in my eyes. It's like you're reading me.
"That's what I always loved the most about you. I don't have to tell you anything. You look into my eyes and you just know when to put the brakes on when you joke too far, or kick it up a notch when I need a good laugh." The tears began to rush down her face. "Look into my eyes now," she begged him, "tell me what I'm feeling, what I should feel," her sobbing went on, "tell me I'm an idiot for crying, Greg Please, just... wake up."
"Lisa," she jumped at the unexpected voice. It was Malcolm. "Are you alright?"
She turned and saw the source of the voice and saw Malcolm holding her daughter securely in his arms. She didn't see her daughter's initial reaction, but once her gaze fell to House, the young girl's face was full of concern and fear. That made her tear up and once again tears cascaded uncontrollably down her cheeks.
She grabbed Rachel and held her, giving her empty words of comfort as she cried on her daughter's shoulder. Rachel pulled away after snuggling into her mother's shoulder for a few minutes and crawled onto House. She laid down on her unconscious father and kept her arms spread on him, trying to hug him.
Cuddy smiled at the interaction, but her tears soon took over when she saw House's face unmoved. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her, and in instinct, she wrapped her arms around him and cried. Malcolm soothed her, feeling both sympathetic and triumphant that she was now in his arms. But before he could secure his victory, they were interrupted by a new voice.
"Lise?"
Ooooh who do you think that is ;) Let us know, it might not be your first guess. LOL Well hope you guys like it and please do review, love us or hate us, spilling obsession, love us or hate us that is the question. If you love us then revieeew if you hate us then still do. :D OMG i made it work. LOL anyways, yeah please do share your thoughts :)
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