A/N: Ok, so since I've gotten so much good stuff back…here's chapter two. There's a lot of medical speak (don't hate me if I made some med mistake…I'm not a doc, I just tried) but you can get the gist of things. Give me feedback on what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, except for my OC, cause if I did you'd be watchin' this all go down on a tv screen, not here! (I'd also be filthy stinkin' ritch!) Don't hurt me, just doin' what the site title states, bein' a fan and writin' fiction!
Six, six long weeks it had been since she found out. She kept putting off telling him (she told herself) because, one: she was hoping that he would notice first and say something House-like and she could retort back with the fact it was his, and two: she thought something might happen.
She didn't want anything to happen or go wrong, it was just that something always had. Still, the real reason she hadn't mentioned her current state to him (the reason she didn't want to admit to herself) was that she was afraid. Afraid of his reaction, not knowing what he was going to say or do.
Now though, at the end of her first trimester, the risk of complications or miscarriage was drastically decreasing, also decreasing her reasons not to tell him. She laughed a soft and short note, thinking.
"Of course House had been the one to finally stick."
The one man in the world she had the most feelings for…bad, good, unsure, and annoying feelings, but feelings all the same. The man least likely to be any kind of father figure other than misanthropic.
No mater how hard she tried, she couldn't picture House playing the role of 'dad'. She had mixed feelings on that topic, and didn't know where she stood with it. She would have to wait and see how he reacted before considering it.
There was just one problem, before she could sit him down and try to talk him about the baby, she was going to have to find out what was going on with him.
When she thought back to before she realized she was pregnant, she wondered why House hadn't realized first, or at least speculated. He was always on about this subject, making jokes, talking to her stomach. Still he hadn't noticed anything, or at least he hadn't said anything if he did.
He hadn't noticed her wacky emotions, he wasn't tracking her cravings for froyo…he hadn't even said anything when she had started wearing thicker sweaters two weeks ago to hide the small bump starting to form.
He should have noticed first, and yet, here she was, trying to figure out how to tell him. There was definitely something going on with him and she was going to find out what. She wished that something would make him drag his ass in soon, even if he did still have tomorrow off.
A sudden knock on her door brought her back to reality as a young nurse poked her head in.
"Yes?" asked Cuddy, smiling.
"I…it's Dr. House ma'am. There's an ambulance with him on it's way here now." she said quietly, not able to look at Cuddy.
Cuddy was glad that he was coming in, but was furious at him for what ever he had done to someone.
"What did he do, finally run someone over on his bike?" asked Cuddy, standing up and retrieving her lab coat.
"No ma'am, he's not the doctor…he's the patient." said the nurse, watching Cuddy's expression.
Her face suddenly went as blank and white as a crisp new sheet of printer paper and her anger turned to worry. She had to slightly hold onto the coat rack to keep from falling over and take a few slow, deep breaths.
"Ok, what happened?" asked Cuddy, regaining her composure and walking with the nurse.
"He's in moderate liver failure. He was found by a Dr. Kelly about five minutes ago. He was unconscious in his apartment." said the nurse.
"What's his status?" asked Cuddy.
"Critical as of two minutes ago." said the nurse.
As they stood in front of the ambulance bay doors, Cuddy closed her eyes and took a deep and grounding breath. She braced herself for the worst as she heard the ambulance pull up, sirens suddenly stopping.
When she opened her eyes she saw three nurses and an EMT rolling a gurney with a very pale and slightly yellow House laying on it. Sitting on his legs and administering chest compressions was who she guessed to be Dr. Kelly. She looked young, very young.
Cuddy followed the gurney with her eyes as it went by, everything seeming to be in slow motion. She turned and followed the team as they took him back to a room. She couldn't think, didn't know what to ask or what to do, so she just stood in the doorway watching the young doctor work.
She was behind his head now, putting in an ET tube and giving orders, like this was her hospital. When she was done she moved around to the side of his bed, looking at his chart.
"He's in acute liver failure accompanied with severe bradycardia. I need an amp of Atropine and two Ccs of AIC stat!" she said.
Cuddy watched as the nurses gave her the meds and she injected them in the IV and then looked at his stats.
"Ok, I want a CBC, chem. panels, ABG, AA, and a tox screen. Hang a bag of saline/glucose mix wide open with an A/B+ chaser. He's already lost at least two liters, so run the first unit of blood into him. As soon as he's stable enough I want him on MARS." she said, watching the monitors.
Cuddy was stunned in shock as she watched the team of people work on House. She was finally jolted out of her blurry dream state with a tap on the shoulder. She turned around to find one of the EMTs from the ambulance standing there.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I was told to give this to you." he said, handing her a diaper bag and car seat.
"What? Who? What?" she asked, dazed.
"Dr. Kelly's son." he said, then turned around and left.
"But…" said Cuddy, watching him leave.
"Dr. Cuddy?" asked someone behind her.
Cuddy turned around to find Dr. Kelly standing there, looking at her in concern.
"Yes?" she asked…this was becoming a habit.
"Dr. Cuddy, I'm Dr. Kelly. Doctor Grace Jean Kelly, thanks, and do you think we could talk in private for a moment?" she asked, taking the car seat and diaper bag from Cuddy.
Departing note: Ummm...yeah, kind of cliff hanger. Who is this Dr. Grace Kelly? (Yes, I know, Grace and Gene Kelly! That's what I did!) Please let me know if you want more or not. Also, it get's more interesting in the up-coming chapters...at least it does in my head, seeing as how I haven't actually written any other chapters yet. Still, there is a bit of action, drama, angst, romance...this is sounding like, dare I say, one of House's soaps...DOOL? No, hopefully not that cheesy, but you tell me! (LITTLE GREEN WORDS IN BOX.....you want to click them...NoW!)
