I seriously think I am insane. Cuddy is laying a floor away in a hospital bed with almost no measurable brain activity. So how could I see her? Maybe Wilson was on to something, maybe I took a large dose of vicodin which caused me to forget I took it, or maybe it is PTSD. I mean I just seen the woman I love get shot right in front of me. At least the bastard that did this to her is laying in the morgue, and can never hurt us, more importantly her again. This is what happens when I get close to people, one of us always gets hurt, and this time Cuddy may be paying the ultimate price. If she dies, I don't even want to think about what would happen, my life would just completely fall apart. My will to live would be gone. Maybe me seeing Cuddy was my brains way of being able to cope with what has happened today,maybe I need to see her again.
The walk to her room seemed endless, and the whole way I just keep thinking about what I can do to get her healthy again. Of course the doctor in me knows that there isn't anything that I can do medically, but no matter what I keep thinking I can do something. As I approach the glass doors I still can't believe this is really her. Only hours ago she was yelling at me to do clinic duty, now she is barely alive.
I walked in slowly, I almost feel afraid after what happened earlier, I looked around the room and no Cuddy besides the one laying in the bed. I took a seat in the chair next to the bed, and took her hand.
" Cuddy… you need to live, I need you. You're my glue, and without you I will just self destruct, like I always do when we are apart. Please Cuddy, even if you forget that we said I love you, just live please Cuddy I need you!" I just started sobbing, and I didn't even care that these walls are glass, and that everyone can see. This time is the one time that I absolutely don't care.
" You really do have feelings.." I looked up and sure enough there she was.
" You're back!" She nodded and walked towards me, and she was still wearing that amazing dress.
" House, I'm worried. Julia's taking to another doctor and saying that she is going to take me off of life support." I gasped.
"No! She can't do that! " Cuddy slowly nodded.
" She can, and they said that if you don't cure me or I don't wake up in a week they are going to end my life. House, we need to fix this." She sat down on the end of the bed, and looked at her body.
" Cuddy, you know as well as I do, there is no way that I can fix this, it's a coma, not a case of the sniffles. If I could fix this I would, I would even trade places if I could. Im sorry. " She stood up.
" Listen House, if we can't fix this we need to find a way to convince Julia that I am going to get better. You're my attending, so you call the shots, not some doctor. " I stood up.
" Okay, we can figure this out. " She nodded.
Maybe this would be alright after all, but I am still wondering, how I am seeing Cuddy.
" So wait, are you in my head or really here?" This is a trick question.
" House, I've told you before, I am really here." If she was in my head, thats what she would have answered, you can't lie in your subconscious.
" It's just so confusing. " She nodded.
" I know. How do you think I feel? My life is on the line and the only person who can see me is a vicodin addict." That's true, but maybe she isn't real, like I said if this is really her it's unbelievable.
" Okay, I believe you. And I think I found a way to convince Julia. We can just get some other coma patient's print out of an EEG and just say it's yours. There is no way that can prove it isn't yours." Cuddy sat there with her thinking face. Which is her puckering her lips and looking off to the left, and a minute later she spoke.
" Okay, it's a start, and it just might work." She smiled. Maybe we do have a chance, maybe after all this Cuddy and I will get another chance.