Sorry for the long wait; been busy and I can't find inspiration to write anymore (which is why this is so short). I can't find a good place to go with this.
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"Mommy, when is the med'sin gon' start workin'?"
"Soon," Cuddy reassured, lifting Rachel onto the kitchen counter. Rachel blew a juicy cough into her arm. "Why cantchu stay home wif me?" Rachel asked quietly. Cuddy whiped Rachel's mouth and hands with a sanitary wipe carefully.
"I've got work," Cuddy reminded her, tossing the wipe in the trash, and lifted Rachel's shirt over her head. "Emily's gonna be over soon. She'll take good care of you today."
"Don't Emily got work too?" Rachel raised her hands up the air so Cuddy could put a purple 'Gap' sweatshirt on her.
"Nope. Today, you'll be Emily's work."
Rachel adjusted the sweatshirt on herself, and nodded, "Oh."
The phone rang, and in one swift movement Rachel lifted herself down and darted across the livingroom to pick it up.
"Rachel," Cuddy said sharply, tossing her old shirt in the hamper and then walking after her. Rachel picked up the cell phone, and immitating her mother, said robotically, "This is Lisa Cuddy speaking."
Cuddy grabbed the phone from her daughter; she glanced the unfamiliar phone number displayed and then put the phone up to her ear. "I'm sorry, if this is a client you need to call my office first and-
"Cuddy," the voice made Cuddy's heart twist. The voice on the phone was hard and crestfallen. She sat down on the couch, to keep her knees from giving out first. Cuddy stared across the room, to where the letter was sitting; folded on top of the mantle-to be dealt with later.
"Um," Cuddy stuttered on the phone. I guess we're dealing with this now, she thought.
"House?" she asked quietly, the name sounding too familiar in her mouth. He said something else then, but all Cuddy could hear were bombshells.