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cuddys_house2009-07-30 10:42 pm
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Afternoon, Thursday, 26 April
Cuddy pulled into a parking space as close to the entrance of Mayfield Hospital as she could find. She'd made the drive by herself this time. Wilson had protested, of course--he really did take his white knight delusion seriously--but she'd insisted. She was perfectly fine. Junior was happily incubating away and showed no signs of popping out any time soon. She knew that could change in a heartbeat but she didn't intend to spend the remaining days until the baby's birth staying at home because she might go into labor at any moment. She'd be fine, and as long as Dr. Patil remained ignorant about all her 'traveling,' everyone would be happy.
She hadn't actually planned on being back at the hospital just yet. Between her obligations at work and the fact House had his own obligations as far as therapy sessions went, she hadn't planned on visiting on weekdays. However, House's doctor had called on Monday and asked if she'd be willing to join one of his one on one sessions with her. Well, what could she say to that? Of course she'd do it if his doctor thought it would be helpful. It's not like they were asking her to donate a vital organ or something. All she had to do was talk.
She couldn't help being a little nervous, though, because she didn't know what to expect. She hoped the doctor would be able to give her some guidance on how she should deal with House's issues. She'd really, really like to have some guidance on that because she clearly didn't know what to do. But she didn't have any experience with psychiatrists from the perspective of a patient, or loved one of a patient, so she was a bit in the dark as to what would happen in this session.
She pulled herself out of the car, which wasn't all that easy when she had to extricate herself from the seatbelt and squeeze Junior out from behind the steering wheel. She retrieved a small tote bag from the back seat before heading to the entrance. She'd gathered up the things House had asked for, thinking the sooner he got them, the sooner he might feel a little more at ease. Of course, once she got inside, she had to let them search the bag to make sure she wasn't bringing in anything he wasn't allowed to have. She'd been careful about her choices, though, so it didn't take too long before one of the orderlies was taking her into the ward.
She'd arrived a bit early because she wanted to make sure she'd have a few moments with House before the therapy session. She wanted to be able to give him his things and maybe steal a hug or a kiss. She still felt guilty remembering how despondant he'd looked when she'd left on Saturday. She knew this was the best place for him but boy, it was hard to think about him feeling so lonely and lost.
The orderly got all chivalrous on her and carried the bag down the hall to House's room. He gave a sharp rap on House's door. "Vistor for you, Greg." Then he handed the bag to her and smiled before he walked away. "Have a nice visit, ma'am."
"Thanks." Cuddy turned the doorknob and opened the door just a little. She didn't want to intrude if he wasn't quite ready for a visitor. "House, are you decent?" she asked just as she poked her head in.
She hadn't actually planned on being back at the hospital just yet. Between her obligations at work and the fact House had his own obligations as far as therapy sessions went, she hadn't planned on visiting on weekdays. However, House's doctor had called on Monday and asked if she'd be willing to join one of his one on one sessions with her. Well, what could she say to that? Of course she'd do it if his doctor thought it would be helpful. It's not like they were asking her to donate a vital organ or something. All she had to do was talk.
She couldn't help being a little nervous, though, because she didn't know what to expect. She hoped the doctor would be able to give her some guidance on how she should deal with House's issues. She'd really, really like to have some guidance on that because she clearly didn't know what to do. But she didn't have any experience with psychiatrists from the perspective of a patient, or loved one of a patient, so she was a bit in the dark as to what would happen in this session.
She pulled herself out of the car, which wasn't all that easy when she had to extricate herself from the seatbelt and squeeze Junior out from behind the steering wheel. She retrieved a small tote bag from the back seat before heading to the entrance. She'd gathered up the things House had asked for, thinking the sooner he got them, the sooner he might feel a little more at ease. Of course, once she got inside, she had to let them search the bag to make sure she wasn't bringing in anything he wasn't allowed to have. She'd been careful about her choices, though, so it didn't take too long before one of the orderlies was taking her into the ward.
She'd arrived a bit early because she wanted to make sure she'd have a few moments with House before the therapy session. She wanted to be able to give him his things and maybe steal a hug or a kiss. She still felt guilty remembering how despondant he'd looked when she'd left on Saturday. She knew this was the best place for him but boy, it was hard to think about him feeling so lonely and lost.
The orderly got all chivalrous on her and carried the bag down the hall to House's room. He gave a sharp rap on House's door. "Vistor for you, Greg." Then he handed the bag to her and smiled before he walked away. "Have a nice visit, ma'am."
"Thanks." Cuddy turned the doorknob and opened the door just a little. She didn't want to intrude if he wasn't quite ready for a visitor. "House, are you decent?" she asked just as she poked her head in.
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Though the attention was still on Cuddy, the attention was really on him as she answered Megan's question about what she hoped he'd get out of being in the hospital. He was back to fidgeting slightly, darting his eyes only fleetingly at Cuddy while she looked right at him. He got particularly uncomfortable when Cuddy raised the issue of the Vicodin and he didn't know where to look as she went on to say about how his way of dealing with issues hurt her.
"And that's definitely why he's in here. Or part of the reason, anyway," Megan agreed. "So Greg can learn strategies and coping skills which are beneficial to him and to those around him." She nodded and then laughed lightly to ease the mood a little. "You must feel like I'm bombarding you with questions," she added. "I understand this must be pretty full-on for you. But I want to try and address as many issues as we can in a single session. And in fact, if Greg's okay with it, I'll probably ask you to come back in for another session or two because there are a lot of things to cover. I won't even go into them now; I'll leave that to the end of this session, otherwise we'll get sidetracked."
She gave Cuddy a warm smile, then turned to House. "Would you be okay with having another session with Lisa a little down the track?"
House tensed slightly now that the attention had swung back to him. "Let's just get through this one first."
"Of course. We don't even need to discuss that this session if you don't want to. It's something we can talk about another day." She shifted in her chair. "What do you think about Lisa's thoughts on you being in here?"
"I think I've been enlightened," House replied sarcastically. Megan didn't react; she just watched him impassively, waiting for him to respond properly. He let out a relenting sigh and looked down to his lap. He was still jiggling his leg and he was twiddling his thumbs where his hands were resting on his thighs. "Cuddy is right," he conceded. He awkwardly drew in a deep breath and looked over at Megan. "I'm in here because... I thought I was coping."
"What made you realise you weren't?"
"We've been over this."
"I know we have. But I think it's important that you talk to Lisa about these things, too."
"She knows what made me realise I wasn't coping," he retorted.
"Does she?"
He stared at Megan, another stab of intense dislike for her burning in him. He didn't want to relive that Friday night she'd found him on the floor with the empty pill bottle. He didn't want to relive any of the moments in the past several months where he'd lost grip of himself. He sniffed and rubbed his nose. "I didn't want to become an addict again," he admitted reluctantly. "But I was slipping back into old habits."
"When did you realise you were starting to do that?"