A/N: Thank you for reviewing. It seriously helped me write this chapter as fast as I did. So for those of you who are reading, here it is!

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Cuddy was now safely in her room, laid back on the bed once again attached to IV's and other machines. To anyone from the outside who saw her she was the picture of relaxation, but on the inside Cuddy was frantic. She couldn't get the images of that young woman in the park out of her mind. She was sure it was real. It had to be.

Wilson sat in a chair by her bedside silently watching her. He could tell there was something wrong, but she wouldn't tell him anything since they arrived back in this room. The only thing he could think to do was call House so he wouldn't have to worry anymore and wait for him to inevitably show up.

As expected, the glass door slid open swiftly and House appeared in the doorway. He visibly relaxed when he saw Cuddy in her bed resting, just as she should be and walked further into the room, sliding the door back closed gently. He walked up to her bed and took a seat in the unoccupied chair on the other side of Cuddy's bed. House rested his chin on the handle of his cane and started to question Cuddy.

"What happened?" he inquired softly.

Cuddy only shook her head in response and shrugged her shoulders.

Wilson spoke up from the other side of Cuddy. "Why were you on the roof?"

The look of confusion reappeared on Cuddy's face. "I honestly don't know." She sighed, "I can't even remember what happened after I caught House leaving the clinic early."

House narrowed his eyes. "Memory loss," he stated to himself quietly. "Come on, Cuddy. Try to remember what happened on the roof."

Cuddy closed her eyes and tilted her head in thought. "I was looking at the park…" Cuddy pressed her hand to her forehead and groaned in frustration.

"You saw a woman." Wilson tried to help jog Cuddy's memory, "You said she needed help."

Cuddy's eyes flew open in recollection. "Yes, that's it!"

House sat up straighter in his seat as Wilson moved closer to the edge of his. Both men's full attention was solely focused on Cuddy.

A sudden commotion from outside in the hallway tore Cuddy away from her thoughts. She turned her head to look through the glass walls of her room to see what was going on. Being wheeled into the emergency room on a gurney was a young woman. Cuddy sat up abruptly in her bed and darted out the door after the speeding gurney, IV's dangling behind her insignificantly.

Wilson jumped to his feet and ran after Cuddy, House trailing not too far behind. Cuddy was next to the gurney in a heartbeat and shock coursed through her veins as she looked at the woman and registered who she was. It was the woman in the park. "What happened?" shouted Cuddy over the noise and panic.

The doctors controlling her gurney replied curtly, "She was found in the park. She was shot in the stomach, but we're not sure of…" their voices trailed off as Cuddy stopped dead in her tracks.

"Cuddy!" Wilson and House caught up to Cuddy and came to stand on either side of her.

"What the hell are you doing?" House asked incredulously.

"It was real." Cuddy mumbled to herself.

"What?" she had said it so quietly that House didn't hear her.

Cuddy addressed House and Wilson this time. "That was the woman in the park." At House and Wilson's confused looks she continued, "The one that needed help."

"But what did you see?" asked Wilson, "There was nothing happening in that park." He was becoming irritated with his lack of information.

Before Cuddy could reply, she swayed heavily on her feet and collapsed, making contact with the floor for the second time that day.

A/N: Come on, I know you're reading this! So please review and tell me what you think! Oh, and if you're reading one of my other fics, I'm trying to find time to update them as well. This one is just easier for some reason. So many fics, so little time. But time will move slower if you review!