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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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Megan was nodding at Cuddy's question about this being a start because it definitely was a start. If House felt less isolated and alienated, more connected to people who mattered to him and to whom he mattered, that would help his recovery immensely. "Greg," she interrupted him. "Let Lisa speak. It's important to hear what she has to say."
House shot Megan an annoyed look but he did as he was told. Maybe he was simplifying things way too much but he thought he'd covered a lot of issues in his letter. He'd hoped the letter would address everything and Cuddy would understand where he was coming from at last and things would be better.
He raised his brows in mild confusion when she said that if she wrote him everything it would be a book. What was she saying? She had way more issues with him than he had with her? His letter had only been five pages. "Gee, that sounds exciting," he said dryly when she said about his head exploding.
Megan looked at him. "You don't sound very happy about what Lisa said," she observed.
"What gave you that idea? I'm ecstatic," he replied, sarcastic.
She ignored his deflection. "What has upset you about Lisa's response?"
"I'm not upset."
"What are you feeling, then?"
House crossed his arms over his chest. He jiggled his good leg and glanced at Cuddy. "I knew Cuddy had a lot to say, but I didn't know she had that much to say."
"That surprises you?" Megan asked.
"Wouldn't it surprise you?"
"It's not my relationship, Greg. I can't make a comment on that." She leaned forward. "I understand it's difficult to hear Lisa has so much she wants to say to you. But it seems pretty reasonable to me that she's offering to address the issues in manageable sizes instead of one huge chunk. Tell me what you find stressful about knowing she has a lot she wants to say."
"The fact that she has a lot to say," he retorted.
"And why does that stress you?"
"Because!" he exclaimed. "She has that many issues with me?!"
"She didn't say that," Megan pointed out. "Lisa's exact words were 'things that are important to me'. Think about that phrase. She's not accusing you of anything, Greg. She's pointing out that she has things she wants to talk about and all she wants you to do is listen, just like she listened to you and what you had to say in your letter."
House shifted on the chair restlessly.