Poor Little Teen

by Rondabunny

Chapter Three

Thirteen went outside and looked around. Where should she go? It was evening already so all the roads were open.

Thirteen:

What now? To go home where even the walls look lonely or to go into a bar or maybe a dance club? Tomorrow Cuddy will find the resignation form on her table. It is nothing to worry about. Why should I? Damn hospital, damn House, damn team members. They always want to penetrate into your life even if it's useless. OK. I think the night-club will be fine. To have a drink, to dance, to pick up a girl or maybe a boy will be better? I will decide it there.

With these thoughts she stepped into the lights of the night club. She hasn't been here before but the atmosphere was great and relaxing. She ordered a drink then another one and tried to forget everything that happened in these two days. The bartender gave her a glass of margarita she hasn't ordered yet, but he said it was from a man. She looked around and saw a guy staring at her. She nodded at him and he nodded back. He seemed to be a handsome guy Hadley thought to herself but she didn't want to fall for anybody today. Remy danced for some time and drank her margarita. She felt a little bit dizzy but she ordered another glass, drank it and went out. Time flew. It was two o'clock in the morning. Dr. Hadley didn't drink too much. Remy had two beers and two margaritas and she was sober enough to remember where she parked the car. Though, poor Thirteen hasn't noticed that handsome guy following her to the underground parking lot together with two friends. She took her car keys and tried to unlock the door but suddenly somebody approached her and Remy fell on the ground beside the car unconscious.

Two hours later she woke up in some place. Her eyes were blind-folded, her mouth taped up, her hands and legs were bent to the bed. She was naked, her body was covered in bruises and who knows what other fluids than blood soiled her thighs.

"No, no, no… No, please, no… Where am I? What the hell am I doing here?" – she thought trying not to scream but she couldn't help the tears soaking the blindfold.

"What are we going to do with that slut?" – she heard three stoned men speak.

"Maybe we let her free?" – one of the bastards made a proposition.

"Are you crazy, Nicky?! She'll go to the police. She saw me in the club," – the other man said having another shot.

"So, what do you propose, Ricco? To kill her?" – the guy asked. They sat in silence for some minutes while Ricco felt the drug attacking him and making him more vulnerable.

"No… Dad, please, help me… I don't want to die like this… Mom, dad, please, help me…" – Remy begged her long gone parents as if they could have protected her.

"No, she's a beauty. Maybe somebody will want to use her in future," – Ricco smirked. "Let's hypo her and throw that garbage far from here," – he concluded and gave the syringe to his partner.

Hadley felt the needle in her vein and warm embrace of coke made her forget about the mess she was in but not about everything. The dose was huge, though not too huge to forget too many hands caressing her body, disgusting, drunk breaths on her face and an unbearable pain after that.

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Morning, the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. House entered the room and put his satchel on a chair. Taub and Foreman were sitting at the table discussing the diagnosis of their patient.

"Hello everybody! Where is our sleeping disaster?" – he asked mockingly wanting to figure out where the hell is Thirteen.

Both doctors haven't even the time to open their mouths when Cuddy stormed into the office with a resignation form in her hand.

"House, where is Dr. Hadley? What on earth did you do?!" – she asked giving him the form.

He read the resignation letter and gave Cuddy an innocent glance.

"I don't know anything about it. Ask Thirteen when she comes," – he said. "If she comes," – he thought to himself and it worried him.

"Send her to my office when she will be pleased to come at work," – Cuddy retorted sarcastically.

"Anything you want my lady," - House fired back watching his boss leaving the office.

"Foreman, call Thirteen, Taub, make sure our patient won't die today," – he ordered and Taub left the room. House seemed very anxious.

"House, what is going on?" – Foreman asked eager to hear the answer.

"Will you call her or should I make it for you?" – House raised his voice. They listened for the ring-tone in the receiver for a couple of minutes. "Come on, Thirteen, pick up the damn phone," – House thought.

"She doesn't answer," – Foreman said disconnecting the line. "House, tell me what's wrong?" – he insisted.

Suddenly pagers of both doctors started beeping at the same time but their destinations weren't the same. Foreman hurried up to save their patient and House limped as quickly as possible to ER. Cameron waited for him. She was pale and her nerves seemed to be really at an edge. She stood there waiting for him to approach her. Cameron looked at him her eyes filling with tears.

"House…"- she filled her lungs with air to blast the news at once: "Thirteen has been raped." The old man nodded what else could he do.

"Why aren't you with her?" – he asked his former team member looking at the tears running down her face.

"She's with Cuddy. Some guys found her in a street. They saw men tossing her out off the car at full speed," – said Cameron wiping the tears with her palm. House just sighed and went farther. He opened the curtain and saw Cuddy in her doctor's smock and a nurse wiping the blood streaming down Thirteen's forehead and her left arm. She scratched badly her left side when she flew out off the car. Surprisingly she was conscious. Her lips were swollen. Her mydriatic pupils stopped at his face when he came behind the curtain. Hadley was drugged but her brain wasn't working that sober in her whole cursed life. House looked at her then at the stains of blood on the sheet that covered her body. She wasn't crying. Her eyes were dry.

"Stop it. Tell your lawyer that I refuse medical assistance," – Thirteen said in a harsh voice making attempts to sit straight and pull out the IV tubes.

"Remy, look! I don't want to sedate you in your condition right now because I don't know what dose of drugs they've given to you. You're in a shock. Your ribs are broken. You're bleeding from everywhere and I promise I will bind you to this damn bed ignoring the marks on your wrists if you don't stop acting like this!" – Dr. Cuddy proclaimed maybe too emotionally than she wanted to. House stood there looking at the scene.

"House, get the hell out of here!" – Cuddy shouted at him.

"Why? I am a doctor just like you," - he exclaimed.

"Did you hear me! I said get out, now!" – she screamed.

He turned to leave and one single phrase escaped his mouth: "Remy, I'm sorry…"

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After the stitches on Thirteen's forehead were made, the bleeding was stopped and the ribs were fixed to prevent internal bleeding or explosion of poor girl's lungs one last but the most painful thing remained – a verification of sexual violation. Cuddy took her into an examination room where they remained face to face. The whole hour while she was wiping blood and putting stitches on the younger doctor's face, Remy was silent. She only hissed slightly when the pain was too acute. Now she was sitting on the examination table gripping its edge until her knuckles went white. Cuddy put on a pair of medical gloves and looked at Hadley.

"I don't wanna do this," – Remy shook her head ready to burst into tears, - "Please, leave me alone, I don't wanna do this."

Cuddy looked at her with that motherly expression on her face. Her heart was tearing apart because this hospital and these doctors especially House's team were more than just good professionals, each of them was a child brought up by House under a fixed attention of Cuddy. These people were like family for her and when one of them died or was injured it was like a small half of House and Cuddy disappeared. So, she stood up and approached Thirteen.

"Remy, listen to me, please. I will be lying if I tell you that I understand how you're feeling at this moment. The only thing I know I have to make sure that I can cure those physical damages they've caused you. So, lie down, please," – her voice was soft and firm at the same time. Cuddy took her by the shoulders and made the shaking woman lie down. Hadley obeyed as a little child obeys to her mother. Cuddy put on the sheet over Remy's body and started the examination. Only she knew how hard it was to examine the one they all liked and respected. She tried to cause as little pain as she could but even such an experienced doctor as Cuddy gasped several times during the examination. When she was done Remy lied there sobbing uncontrollably clutching the sheet in her hands. Lisa took off the gloves and threw them in rage into the waste basket. She came closer to her patient and hugged her tightly fighting the tears forming in her eyes.

House walked from one corner of his office to another waiting for the news about Thirteen's state but according his quick medical look at the ER and large stains of blood on the sheet over her body, she was damaged pretty badly. Cuddy left the examination room and asked nurses to wheel Remy to the ward and to give her a long-acting hypnotic to make her sleep as long as possible. She went to a WC and washed her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and closed her eyes. Lisa was tired, tired of the emotions she had to hide during the hours of examination, tired of being unattached, to behave as if she had no feelings at all, tired to see the wounds and to suture them up. She stood there for a moment with her eyes closed and then went to House's office. She found him in his small office. Taub and Foreman sat in a larger one. They looked like two puppies, which left droppings and were punished by their master. Both of them sat in silence and sadness.

"How bad is she?" – House asked his boss. He noticed how hard it was even for Cuddy to do the examination.

"She's stable, three broken ribs, concussion of the brain, scrapes and bruises all over the body…" – she took a deep breath to continue, - "House, they tore her in two. I've put the stitches to stop the internal bleeding. Have you talked to cops?"

"How do you know?"- he asked in disbelief. Cuddy just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, there were two witnesses when those bastards pushed her off the car. One of them remembered the car and some figures on the registration number."

"Great," – Cuddy said ready to leave.

"Lisa… I want you to put her on suicidal watch just don't mention it in the recordings," – House told her.

"Do you think…"

"Yes… The resignation letter… She tried two days ago," – he mentioned.

"You knew and you haven't told me a word?!" – Cuddy hissed at him coming closer.

"I'm telling you now," – House answered coldly. Lisa flapped her hands, turned and left the office, banging the door behind her.