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Chapter 6
Silence now enveloped the room as the remaining doctors sat in a daze. House's threatening eyes never left Thirteen as he continued to blame her for the loss of his daughter's life. Cuddy sat next to House sobbing silently into his chest as she clung to his t-shirt, dampening it with her tears. Thirteen could feel the tears falling down her own cheeks as if her eyes were ice cubes slowly melting away.
"Why… I just don't get why? You knew the dangers and yet…" Cuddy shushed House before he could finish his sentence. She wasn't exactly sure if he was criticizing Heather or Thirteen, but she knew either action was pointless. "How can you shush me Cuddy? She was our daughter, she was all we had, and now she is gone because someone was tired of being inside. Our baby is gone." House's eyes were now rimmed with tears, but Cuddy knew he would never let them fall. He hated to show his feelings, but at a time like this who could contain them.
Thirteen watched from across the room as one of the strongest women she knew battled with tears and as a man who never let his softer side show was breaking down in his own quiet way. It was all her fault, she had broken down the barriers that those two people had spent years building. She sighed inwardly as she stood and made her way towards the door. Cameron looked at her curiously as Thirteen said a short "bathroom" and shrugged as she walked out of the room hurriedly. She felt her hand move up to her cheek as she brushed away her salty tears. She wandered silently towards the metal door at the end of the hallway her eyes shifting around the darkened hall before stepping outside, letting her eyes fall to the lifeless figure on the ground. She knelt down beside the place where Heather lay after much struggling by Wilson to tear House and Cuddy away. Her tears were falling much faster now as she began to talk to the body strewn on the concrete ground in front of her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Thirteen felt she was saying her words not just to Heather but to Foreman as well as she had failed to save them both. Her hands were trembling now reminding her of the disease that was meant to spread through her body deteriorating her body slowly until she was no longer able to control her own actions. She thought of Foreman, the man she loved, deserted on the hospital floor, his blood staining the once white tiles and finally of Heather, the death she was some what responsible for. She had no one left to live for, guilt consumed her mind and she was going to die anyway, what better time than now. She stood and roamed back into the daycare and into a classroom. She wandered over to the dust covered toy box in the corner of the room and began to rummage through its contents. With little effort she found what she was looking for and made her way to the centre of the room. She grabbed a chair from one of the tables and set it underneath the ceiling fan before climbing onto it and tying the skipping rope she found in the toy box around it securely. She took the remaining end of the skipping rope and tied it around her neck snuggly. She closed her eyes as she thought about what she was about to do. Suicide in her mind was one of the most selfish actions a person could partake in. She thought back to Kutner's suicide, how much finding him had affected her and how much everyone had grieved over the loss. "Good thing there is no one left to miss me," she said aloud to herself before knocking the chair out from under her feet, the rope tightening around her neck as she drew in her final breath.
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