An Idea, Good or Bad, That Cuddy Would Pursue No Matter What
Cuddy, you're being insane. That would never work. He wouldn't even consent to it, well wait; I bet he's twelve, so he couldn't consent. Krap he needs a Visa. Let's get the paperwork for that now. A half hour later Cuddy had a Visa listed under this patient, whose name was still unknown. She just listed him as Joe. Then she got back to her train of thought.
Would it work? I bet it could. It would be a real challenge, but still, that's good, if he is mental, then I'm a good match, I'm a doctor, I can get him help without even lifting a finger, as I practically own the hospital. I should look into it… Cuddy smiled to herself as she got into her car, off to the Bureau of International Children Affairs, less than an hour drive from the hospital.
Thirteen scowled at the Dean of Medicine, already knowing what was in mind for her. She had to intervene before she would sign this kid away to a horrible life of imprisonment in a rubber room.