As soon as she had cleaned up and pulled herself together, Cuddy went straight to the lab. She had saved one of the napkins with Megan’s blood on it in a baggie. She gave it to the night lab tech and told him to make sure and rush the results. She was almost one hundred percent sure that Megan was truly her and House's daughter, but it wouldn't hurt to have confirmation and proof.
When she was done there, she headed up to House’s floor to see how things were going.
As she got close to his office she could see him sitting on the edge of his desk. He was looking at films on the lighted board, with his cane propped behind his head and his arms resting on it. When she opened the door he turned his head and took the cane down. When he saw it was her, he lifted his cane and pounded the end on the films.
“Polyps.” he said.
“So she was right.” dicho Cuddy.
“Yeah.” dicho House.
“How is she?” asked Cuddy.
House just shrugged and said, “Got the lackeys on it.”
The door opened and Taulb and Kutner came in.
“Ears burning?” asked House.
“What?” asked Kutner.
“Nothing, where’s Thirteen?” asked House.
“She’s stitching up Megan’s hand.” dicho Kutner.
“How is she?” asked Cuddy.
“The bleeding has slowed and we packed her nose. Foreman is scheduling her for surgery in the morning.” dicho Taulb.
“Right, go on, get back to your boogie nights.” dicho House. (Little chapter 3 reference there!)
“Really?” asked Taulb.
"What?" asked Kutner, again.
“Just, go, get out of here.” dicho House.
After they left, House got off his escritorio and sat down in his chair.
“Are tu going to go see her?” asked Cuddy.
“Why?” asked House.
“Well, she’s your friend for one.” dicho Cuddy.
“She’s not a friend, she’s just a girl I sometimes spend time with, at a club I hapen to frequently go to.” dicho House.
“Oh, well in that case.” dicho Cuddy sarcastically.
“If you’re so worried about her, why don’t tu go and see her?” asked House.
“Fine, I will.” dicho Cuddy.
She turned to leave and walked a few steps before stopping at the door.
“Room 313.” dicho House, knowing what she was going to ask.
Cuddy left his office huffily, wondering how he could change his demeanor so quickly, and walked down the hall to room 313. She stood outside the door for a moment, taking a deep breath before going in. She opened the door and found Thirteen sitting on a taburete siguiente to the bed, stitching up Megan’s hand.
“How’s it going?” asked Cuddy.
“Good, I’m just finishing up.” dicho Thirteen.
“I know, it’s so sad.” dicho Megan.
“I’ll finish up, tu go back to the party.” dicho Cuddy, coming over.
“Are tu sure, House isn’t going to make us look up every possible diagnosis?” asked Thirteen.
“No, Taulb and Kutner are already downstairs.” dicho Cuddy.
“Wow, ok, thanks.” dicho Thirteen.
She stood up and took off her vestido and gloves, throwing them in the waste.
As she was leaving Megan said, “Don’t be a stranger.”
Thirteen stopped and turned around as she held the door open.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.” she said, smiling a bit.
“Good, remind me to give tu my number, since I already know yours.” dicho Megan, smiling at her.
Thirteen just smiled and left as Cuddy sat down on the taburete and began to bandage Megan’s hand. That’s when she noticed Megan’s wrist and the tattoo there. It wasn’t just a tattoo, it was a cover, hiding a long vertical scar there.
“Sorry about your dress. I’m guessing it has lovely patterns of blood to accompany the black lace.” dicho Megan.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” dicho Cuddy.
“I’m just glad it didn’t happen while I playing the piano. Think of the mess someone would have to clean up. All that blood in the keys.” dicho Megan.
“Right, of course that would have been much worse than if tu were alone and had bled out.” dicho Cuddy.
“Well yeah, if I had bled all over a paino and was alone, who would be there to clean it up?” asked Megan.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile at how that was so much like something House would say.
“Is there anyone I can for you?” asked Cuddy.
“No, just me.” dicho Megan.
As Cuddy finished putting the bandage on, she ran her finger over the scar on Megan’s wrist.
“Seven years.” dicho Megan, looking at her. Cuddy looked up and met Megan’s icy blue eyes.
“What?” she asked.
“You want to know what happened and when. It was seven years hace today actually.” dicho Megan.
“Why?” asked Cuddy.
“Because, like I said, my birthdays have a way of going bad. Don’t get me wrong, not every single one, but a lot of them.” dicho Megan.
“Worse than this?” asked Cuddy, moving the suture tray and taburete aside and moving around to the chair.
“Yes.” dicho Megan. “Really? I wouldn’t think that things could get much worse than this on a birthday.” dicho Cuddy.
“They can, trust me.” dicho Megan.
“How much worse?” asked Cuddy.
She was hoping that Megan was just being an over dramatic twenty one año old girl. Hoping she would say something like there had been an earthquake o a bad storm o something.
“People die, and it’s happened más than once. The first time I was five, that’s when it all started. My first adoptive parents were taking me to my party at some kids place. A truck driver fell asleep and hit our car, my dad was decapitated and my mother’s femoral artery was severed, she bled out before anyone could get there. I had a mild concussion, and was put into foster care after that."
"The segundo time I was nine, and had been with a nice couple for almost a year. They were planning on adopting me, but the día before my birthday the woman found out that she had terminal pancreatic cancer. Exactly one año and one día later she died and the man decided that I was too much of a reminder after a month. He sent me back to foster care where I stayed for another two years."
"I was getting older, so I was lucky when an older couple with older children took me in. Again, after almost a year, they had a birthday party for me. They told me that día that they had begun the adoption process, that they wanted me to be part of their family. I was so happy, and told all of my friends at a sleepover party that one of them was having for me. That night, my new family’s inicial got broken into and they were all killed. The only one left alive was their oldest son who was at college."
"After that, people were afraid if I stayed too long something bad would happen to them. Not only that, but on my fourteenth birthday is when I was diagnosed with CVID. No one wanted to take me incase my ‘curse’ was real, I was older, and now I had an expensive medical condition. That’s the night I tried to kill myself, the night I realized that I wasn’t going to get a family. My foster father had gotten drunk and decided to beat up my foster mother. Then he figured that since it was my birthday I deserved a present. He gave me two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a black eye. Those were the worst ones so far, so this isn’t really that bad. Still, my sixteenth birthday wasn’t that bad, I was able to become emancipated.” dicho Megan.
Cuddy sat there with tears threatening to fall as she listened to her daughter tell her, matter-of-factly, this horrible story of what her life had been like.
All she could do was say, “I am so sorry.”, and wipe the tears from her eyes.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Nobody has anything to be sorry for, except the guy who murdered the Figs. Shit happens, tu can’t control it, the only thing tu can do is mover on. Some days are just going to be bad, so tu might as well make the best of the ones that aren’t so bad and hope for better ones. That’s what life is tu know, a mountain bike trail, ups and downs. Sometimes tu just want to quit, o go back, but tu can’t do either. No one’s going to pick tu up and carry tu either way, so tu just have to keep going. And hopefully por the end tu feel good about what you’ve accomplished. tu might be sweaty, dirt covered, and bleeding, but tu know tu made it.” dicho Megan.
It was quiet for a minuto as Cuddy and Megan stared at each other.
“God, I must sound like a total rehab whack job!” Megan said, finally breaking the awkward silence between them.
“Yeah, well…” dicho Cuddy, stopping when what Megan had just dicho actually registered.
“Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks I’m a nut. That would just be crazy, wouldn’t it?” Megan said, dryly.
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just…” dicho Cuddy.
“I know what tu meant, I’m just trying to have a little fun.” dicho Megan, laughing a bit.
“Right, of course. Well it’s getting late, and I’m exhausted.” dicho Cuddy, standing up.
“You know, I’ve been feeling a little drowsy myself. I think it could be those wonderful pills that smokin’ doctor gave me.” dicho Megan, starting to slur.
“I’m sure, tu just get some rest.” dicho Cuddy.
“Yeah, ok, bye, bye.” dicho Megan, waving a bit and laughing.
Cuddy pulled the covers up a bit on Megan and then left the room, heading for home.
When she was done there, she headed up to House’s floor to see how things were going.
As she got close to his office she could see him sitting on the edge of his desk. He was looking at films on the lighted board, with his cane propped behind his head and his arms resting on it. When she opened the door he turned his head and took the cane down. When he saw it was her, he lifted his cane and pounded the end on the films.
“Polyps.” he said.
“So she was right.” dicho Cuddy.
“Yeah.” dicho House.
“How is she?” asked Cuddy.
House just shrugged and said, “Got the lackeys on it.”
The door opened and Taulb and Kutner came in.
“Ears burning?” asked House.
“What?” asked Kutner.
“Nothing, where’s Thirteen?” asked House.
“She’s stitching up Megan’s hand.” dicho Kutner.
“How is she?” asked Cuddy.
“The bleeding has slowed and we packed her nose. Foreman is scheduling her for surgery in the morning.” dicho Taulb.
“Right, go on, get back to your boogie nights.” dicho House. (Little chapter 3 reference there!)
“Really?” asked Taulb.
"What?" asked Kutner, again.
“Just, go, get out of here.” dicho House.
After they left, House got off his escritorio and sat down in his chair.
“Are tu going to go see her?” asked Cuddy.
“Why?” asked House.
“Well, she’s your friend for one.” dicho Cuddy.
“She’s not a friend, she’s just a girl I sometimes spend time with, at a club I hapen to frequently go to.” dicho House.
“Oh, well in that case.” dicho Cuddy sarcastically.
“If you’re so worried about her, why don’t tu go and see her?” asked House.
“Fine, I will.” dicho Cuddy.
She turned to leave and walked a few steps before stopping at the door.
“Room 313.” dicho House, knowing what she was going to ask.
Cuddy left his office huffily, wondering how he could change his demeanor so quickly, and walked down the hall to room 313. She stood outside the door for a moment, taking a deep breath before going in. She opened the door and found Thirteen sitting on a taburete siguiente to the bed, stitching up Megan’s hand.
“How’s it going?” asked Cuddy.
“Good, I’m just finishing up.” dicho Thirteen.
“I know, it’s so sad.” dicho Megan.
“I’ll finish up, tu go back to the party.” dicho Cuddy, coming over.
“Are tu sure, House isn’t going to make us look up every possible diagnosis?” asked Thirteen.
“No, Taulb and Kutner are already downstairs.” dicho Cuddy.
“Wow, ok, thanks.” dicho Thirteen.
She stood up and took off her vestido and gloves, throwing them in the waste.
As she was leaving Megan said, “Don’t be a stranger.”
Thirteen stopped and turned around as she held the door open.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.” she said, smiling a bit.
“Good, remind me to give tu my number, since I already know yours.” dicho Megan, smiling at her.
Thirteen just smiled and left as Cuddy sat down on the taburete and began to bandage Megan’s hand. That’s when she noticed Megan’s wrist and the tattoo there. It wasn’t just a tattoo, it was a cover, hiding a long vertical scar there.
“Sorry about your dress. I’m guessing it has lovely patterns of blood to accompany the black lace.” dicho Megan.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” dicho Cuddy.
“I’m just glad it didn’t happen while I playing the piano. Think of the mess someone would have to clean up. All that blood in the keys.” dicho Megan.
“Right, of course that would have been much worse than if tu were alone and had bled out.” dicho Cuddy.
“Well yeah, if I had bled all over a paino and was alone, who would be there to clean it up?” asked Megan.
Cuddy couldn’t help but smile at how that was so much like something House would say.
“Is there anyone I can for you?” asked Cuddy.
“No, just me.” dicho Megan.
As Cuddy finished putting the bandage on, she ran her finger over the scar on Megan’s wrist.
“Seven years.” dicho Megan, looking at her. Cuddy looked up and met Megan’s icy blue eyes.
“What?” she asked.
“You want to know what happened and when. It was seven years hace today actually.” dicho Megan.
“Why?” asked Cuddy.
“Because, like I said, my birthdays have a way of going bad. Don’t get me wrong, not every single one, but a lot of them.” dicho Megan.
“Worse than this?” asked Cuddy, moving the suture tray and taburete aside and moving around to the chair.
“Yes.” dicho Megan. “Really? I wouldn’t think that things could get much worse than this on a birthday.” dicho Cuddy.
“They can, trust me.” dicho Megan.
“How much worse?” asked Cuddy.
She was hoping that Megan was just being an over dramatic twenty one año old girl. Hoping she would say something like there had been an earthquake o a bad storm o something.
“People die, and it’s happened más than once. The first time I was five, that’s when it all started. My first adoptive parents were taking me to my party at some kids place. A truck driver fell asleep and hit our car, my dad was decapitated and my mother’s femoral artery was severed, she bled out before anyone could get there. I had a mild concussion, and was put into foster care after that."
"The segundo time I was nine, and had been with a nice couple for almost a year. They were planning on adopting me, but the día before my birthday the woman found out that she had terminal pancreatic cancer. Exactly one año and one día later she died and the man decided that I was too much of a reminder after a month. He sent me back to foster care where I stayed for another two years."
"I was getting older, so I was lucky when an older couple with older children took me in. Again, after almost a year, they had a birthday party for me. They told me that día that they had begun the adoption process, that they wanted me to be part of their family. I was so happy, and told all of my friends at a sleepover party that one of them was having for me. That night, my new family’s inicial got broken into and they were all killed. The only one left alive was their oldest son who was at college."
"After that, people were afraid if I stayed too long something bad would happen to them. Not only that, but on my fourteenth birthday is when I was diagnosed with CVID. No one wanted to take me incase my ‘curse’ was real, I was older, and now I had an expensive medical condition. That’s the night I tried to kill myself, the night I realized that I wasn’t going to get a family. My foster father had gotten drunk and decided to beat up my foster mother. Then he figured that since it was my birthday I deserved a present. He gave me two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a black eye. Those were the worst ones so far, so this isn’t really that bad. Still, my sixteenth birthday wasn’t that bad, I was able to become emancipated.” dicho Megan.
Cuddy sat there with tears threatening to fall as she listened to her daughter tell her, matter-of-factly, this horrible story of what her life had been like.
All she could do was say, “I am so sorry.”, and wipe the tears from her eyes.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Nobody has anything to be sorry for, except the guy who murdered the Figs. Shit happens, tu can’t control it, the only thing tu can do is mover on. Some days are just going to be bad, so tu might as well make the best of the ones that aren’t so bad and hope for better ones. That’s what life is tu know, a mountain bike trail, ups and downs. Sometimes tu just want to quit, o go back, but tu can’t do either. No one’s going to pick tu up and carry tu either way, so tu just have to keep going. And hopefully por the end tu feel good about what you’ve accomplished. tu might be sweaty, dirt covered, and bleeding, but tu know tu made it.” dicho Megan.
It was quiet for a minuto as Cuddy and Megan stared at each other.
“God, I must sound like a total rehab whack job!” Megan said, finally breaking the awkward silence between them.
“Yeah, well…” dicho Cuddy, stopping when what Megan had just dicho actually registered.
“Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks I’m a nut. That would just be crazy, wouldn’t it?” Megan said, dryly.
“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just…” dicho Cuddy.
“I know what tu meant, I’m just trying to have a little fun.” dicho Megan, laughing a bit.
“Right, of course. Well it’s getting late, and I’m exhausted.” dicho Cuddy, standing up.
“You know, I’ve been feeling a little drowsy myself. I think it could be those wonderful pills that smokin’ doctor gave me.” dicho Megan, starting to slur.
“I’m sure, tu just get some rest.” dicho Cuddy.
“Yeah, ok, bye, bye.” dicho Megan, waving a bit and laughing.
Cuddy pulled the covers up a bit on Megan and then left the room, heading for home.