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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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His disappointment at the news she had to leave reflected in his sigh. He nodded slightly as she turned her face up to him, then bent his head to meet her lips. He exchanged a series of light, tender kisses with her before he tightened his arms around her as the kiss deepened.
He sucked softly on her lower lip and gently stroked his tongue against hers. He ran his hands down her back and up again and as he sucked on her top lip, he wrapped his arms around her once more to hold her close.
The kiss tapered off into more light, tender kisses until he pulled away to rest his cheek next to hers while still holding her in a tight hug. "I miss you," he whispered.
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She kissed him as though she wasn't going to see him again for a long time. It was crazy. She knew she'd see him, and soon. These separations while he was in the hospital weren't actually all that long. It was more the circumstances, the fact they couldn't see each other whenever they wanted to. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, though. It certainly made her remember how much she wanted him in her life. It made her more aware of how easily that could be lost as well.
"Miss you, too." She grabbed his face between her hands and gave him a series of quick kisses. "Love you."
She swallowed hard and made herself step back, pushing her palms against his chest. "I really do have to go." She gave him one more light pat on the chest then turned away to get her purse. "I'll write you that letter, though," she said as she turned back to him. "And I'll be back soon. And you can call me whenever you want. Whenever they let you use the phone."
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He let her go, dropping his arms to his side with a nod. He chewed his lower lip, then said, "I guess I'll see you... whenever I see you."
He hoped he'd see her on the weekend. He knew, though, that depended entirely on how Cuddy was feeling, on whether she felt up for driving all the way out here, and Junior. She was in her very last month - that meant that any day now, the baby could decide to come, be that early or late. He hoped the baby would decide to be born after he got out of the hospital.
He watched Cuddy gather her things and head for the door. "Might call you tomorrow night," he said. "Annoy you for a while. Tell you filthy jokes until you get offended and hang up on me." He gave her a crooked half-smile and a small wave goodbye.
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She took one more quick look around the room to make sure she hadn't left anything. All she really had, though, was her purse and the now empty tote bag. Everything else was meant to stay. She walked to the door slowly, her steps heavy with reluctance. As she looked back at him one more time, he threatened to call her.
"Okay, just don't call too late. These days I can't stay up late, not even for obscene phone calls," she joked. Well, actually it wasn't a joke. She tended to fall into bed as soon as she could. She didn't always stay there long but she was typically exhausted by eight or nine in the evening. She didn't want him to call only for her to struggle to stay alert enough to talk to him.
She smiled and blew him a kiss as she stepped out the door.