|3x03 Informed Consent
||[Oct. 17th, 2006|02:57 pm]
Cuddy's Secret - Season Three Companion Series
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Cuddy passed House in the hallway on the way to the chapel silently, not looking up, afraid to meet his eyes. She hadn’t had a pregnancy test yet. She was too nervous. Too nervous to accept what she already knew. She’d bought an ept test but it was sitting in her nightstand at home unopened. The assisted suicide controversy was just the distraction she needed.
The door to the chapel creaked open slowly. It had been a very long time since she’d set foot in a synagog, let alone a chapel. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in God or appreciate faith but it didn’t seem like anything that was of modern importance to Dr. Lisa Cuddy. She had just as much chance of getting hit by a bus or living a long healthy life as everyone else regardless of her religious service attendance record.
Dr. Allison Cameron was sitting in the second to last pew, staring ahead. Cuddy didn’t have to hear the soft sob to know that Cameron had been crying. Cuddy slid into the pew next to her, opting to stare straight ahead until Cameron had something to say. Cameron looked down when Cuddy sat.
A few silent minutes passed before Cameron turned her head slightly, averting her eyes away from Cuddy guiltily. She opened her mouth but no words came out.
“I know.” Cuddy whispered, looking down at her hands, nodding slightly.
Cameron sighed softly, burying her face in her hands.
“There won’t be any legal repercussions.” Cuddy said. She’d thought of getting up and leaving at that point. She’d always been uncomfortable around crying people.
She stood up and turned to leave. She was dating Wilson and… well, there was something going on with House, but whatever it was it was complicated. She’d taken nurses out for drinks after shift if they’d had a hard shift several times. So why was she so ready to rush out on Cameron?
She sat back down and turned to Cameron. “It’s ok,” she said softly.
Cameron turned to her and buried her face in Cuddy’s shoulder. Cuddy tensed, her first instinct being to pull away. Cuddy turned towards Cameron a little more and the younger woman curled up against her.
Cuddy slipped an arm around her and stroked her back as she cried. She wished she had something to say. What does one say to someone who just wiillfully and purposely cut off a man’s life support? Even if he did ask her to do it. It’s not as if Hallmark had a card for this sort of thing ‘Heard you killed a man today. Cheer up soon.’
Cameron’s fingers were wrapped tightly around something to the point where her knuckles were turning white. As she clutched at Cuddy she could see that it was a small cross.
Though it struck her as being very trite, Cuddy whispered. “God will forgive you.”
“But I won’t…” Cameron admitted in a barely audible whisper.