Chapter One
Six Months Ago
Lisa Cuddy sat there in her office, her face beautifully aged from the past. She rubbed her head, I know I have some Advil somewhere. (Knock Knock) She jumps a little. A man walks in, broad manly shoulders.
"Lisa, I have received your results. They are not good." spoke Foreman.
"Let me see them, I want to see for myself." spoke a nervous Cuddy.
Since the shooting Cuddy had been so preoccupied with covering House's clinic hours. And his team missed him dearly. But she also did.
He was back today, and she wanted Foreman to just give her the results.
"Here you have a look, call me when you are ready. I'll be upstairs waiting for House. See you soon." spoke the Neurologist.
Foreman walked out of her office, and leant against the wall. He saw Wilson going in. He hoped that Cuddy would tell him.
"Hi James, what can I do you the pleasure?" spoke Cuddy.
"Lisa, we need to talk."
"Woah, you sounded like House." chorkled Cuddy.
"I want you to go and see someone. You have been getting slow, I am concerned. It could just be the stress..." Cuddy broke into the conversation.
"I..i have seen someone. Foreman actually. I.. i have my results here." spoke Cuddy.
"And.. anything I can help you with?" spoke Wilson.
She then looked down at her file, then back at Wilson. Then forwarded the file to him. He then nodded as a sign, can I look at it?
Wilson read the file.
Pt presents with lower muscular weakness, myoclonic jerks, loss of weight and mylagic episodes.
CBC, Chem Panel, Cross-Match Taken
CXR, MRI, and EMG
Results prelimary show PMA (Progressive Muscular Atropy)
The facial expression that Wilson had, Lisa knew this wasn't good.
"What's the diagnosis then?" spoke Cuddy, who then started to sob.
"You have MND, PMA to be correct." spoke Wilson, he knew the prognosis wasn't great.
She sat there sobbing, and Wilson cam over to her. Hugged her. She felt reassured that everything would be okay. But she couldn't tell House. No Way!
"James, can you keep this a secret from House?" spoke the nervous Dean.
"Yeah, sure. If you need anything. You know where I am." spoke Wilson.
They heard footsteps like a running sound. Then a budge through the door.
"Hi there, I am interrupting anything?" spoke House breathless.
"No, no... you ran?" spoke Cuddy.
"Yeah, thanks and thanks again for the Ketamine." spoke House.