House limped out of the room quickly and went to Wilson, whom was standing there waiting for him. When Wilson heard House’s cane and turned around. He was surprised that House didn’t look sad or mournful.
“Over it already?” Wilson asked him.
“That isn’t Cuddy.” House said with a somewhat determined demeanor as he made his way to the lobby.
Wilson followed him with a shocked expression.
“You’re kidding right? I mean you can’t be serious.” Wilson said to him.
“Nope, I’m not kidding,” House turned to the nurse at the front desk, “The patient in the morgue isn’t Dr. Lisa Cuddy.”
“Wait how can you be sure?” Wilson asked skeptically.
“Oh well I saw that her bra size went down one cup,” House replied sarcastically, “She also hasn’t waxed her eyes brows in 5 years and she has lima, limão green nail polish. I mean even I know Cuddy wouldn’t be caught wearing that.”
Wilson’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Um, what do you mean sir? You two even confirmed that was her.” The young beginner nurse stated.
“Well that was before I saw her up close. Cuddy’s ears are pierced and that patient has never had an ear piercing in her life. It can’t be Cuddy.”
“How did I miss that?” Wilson asked himself.
“Because Wilson, you don’t examine her enough and you’re as blind as a bat when it comes to small details.” House stated.
The nurse called her boss, Dr. Charles Hodgkin, and told him what House had discovered. Dr. Hodgkin thanked the nurse and told him he’d be there in a flash. Almost instantly Dr. Hodgkin came down to talk to Wilson and House about Cuddy.
House explained that while he was in the room with Cuddy there were a few strange things he noticed. Straighter hair, mais makeup, different clothes, he noticed a lot of things but brushed it off. It was when he saw her ears not being pierced that it became obvious that it was definitely not Cuddy. Dr. Hodgkin smiled.
“Thank you for telling us Dr. House, but I’m sorry to inform you that the traffic accident was so big, that this wasn’t the only hospital that patient were taken to,” Charles explained, “In fact only about 1/3 of the victims were sent here.”
House and Wilson were both mais upset. Where could their friend be? How could one little accident be so dreadful?
“I’m sorry, if there is anything I can do to help, I’ll do it.” Dr. Hodgkin offered.
Wilson nodded and thanked him. Dr. Hodgkin left them alone. A little frustrated, Wilson wiped his hands on his face and groaned.
“How are we supposed to find Cuddy now?” Wilson whined out loud.
Out of no where a voice was heard.
“Are you talking about Lisa Cuddy?” A female scratchy voice said out of no where.
House and Wilson turned to the voices direction to find a beat up woman in bed. por how hurt she was House and Wilson thought that she must have been a victim too. The woman knowing Cuddy’s name raised some hope for the two doctors that they might find their good friend soon before she dies.
“Yeah Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Do you know her?” Wilson asked.
He and House followed the woman and the doctor pushing her cama into the elevator. They stood on both sides of the female and Wilson did most of the talking.
“Yeah I knew her. Kind of. I was her driver when the accident happened,” the woman responded in a rough voice, “The name is Michele, Michele Linkins.”
“Well Michele, I’m Dr. James Wilson and that’s Dr. Gregory House,” Wilson introduced them, “We worked with Dr. Cuddy.”
“Yeah I know. She was talkin’ bout both of ya in the car.”
House cocked an eyes brow.
“What did she say?” He asked curiously.
“Sorry driver-passenger confidentiality.” Michele said coughing.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Wilson said to House, “Do you know where Cuddy might be?”
“Oh course I know where she could be.”
“What happened?” House asked as the determined look came back to his face.
Michele coughed a little as she began telling them what had happened the other day.
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2 days ago
Driving down the streets of busy New York traffic was hectic as usual. Michele saw a petite woman, looked like she was in a rush, standing in front of a hotel franticly trying to get a cab. Seeing her luggage beside her, Michele assumed that she was probably trying to catch a flight and decided to pick her up.
When she stopped in front of her, she quickly put her stuff in the tronco, porta-malas and got in. She was talking on her cell phone apologizing to someone.
“I am so sorry,” The woman said, “My alarm didn’t go off for some reason but I think I can make the flight. Just wait a little longer please I’ll be there on time.”
Michele looked at the rear view mirror and looked at the woman.
“New York Airport please,” The woman said covering the speaker of the phone.
“No problem.” Michele said as she started to cadastrar-se the busy streets of NYC.
“Alright, I’ll see you then. I’m sorry again,” The woman said, “Alright, thank you. See you soon. Bye.”
“The husband?” Michele asked trying to start conversation.
The woman began laughing at the thought.
“No, no. He’s just a colleague,” She stated, “and a really good friend.”
“I see. You must be in such a rush. Going início after a meeting?” Michele questioned.
Usually her passengers get a little snippy when she starts asking perguntas but this one just smiled and answered.
“Yes, how did you know?” The woman replied.
“I get a lot of you. Alarm didn’t go off, wake up call failed, up late doing paper work, honey I’ve heard every excuse in the book.” Michele said.
Once mais the woman just chuckled then held out her hand to the front of the cab.
“Cuddy, Lisa Cuddy.” She introduced herself.
“Michele, Michele Linkins, nice to meet you.” Michele quickly shook her hands but stayed focus on the road.
…The bandits continue to head north as it seems they are going to the border of Canada; we want to warn everyone…
Cuddy groaned when the news started.
“You sick of it too?” Michele asked.
“Yes, I have been getting calls and emails and memos and everything about those guys. I am just getting tired of hearing about them everyone.” Cuddy chuckled.
“Amen sister, amen.” Michele looked around the road.
Michele and Cuddy chatted as they made their way to New York airport. It was pretty far from the hotel and the traffic was getting worse. As they neared the airport Michele saw something. She couldn’t really tell what it was. All she could see were a few cars and that’s when it happened.
BANG.
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Present
“So you blacked out?” Wilson asked Michele.
She just shrugged.
“I don’t remember. I guess I did though. All I know was I woke up and was lying on one of those gurneys, but I did see that friend of yours.” Michele coughed again, but started wheezing a little.
Wilson handed her a glass of water for her to drink. It didn’t help much though, she just kept coughing.
“So where did they say they were gonna take her?” House asked atuação as if Michele was completely okay.
Michele tried to speak between coughs.
“I heard them…” cough “say that…” cough “they were going to take her to…” this time it wasn’t just a little cough. She was starting to go into respiratory arrest. The nurses and doctors crowded in and made House and Wilson go out.
“Great well there goes our only source.” House said irritated.
“I hope she’ll be okay.” Wilson said looking at the room.
“Come on we still have to find Cuddy. Since Michele was going to tell us what hospital they said they’d take her to then it’s obvious she’s not here,” House said as he started to limp away, “Lets go ask that Charles guy what are the other hospitals they sent the victims to.”
“You aren’t worried about Michele? I mean she could really be hurt.” Wilson said in his usual sympathetic tone.
“She’ll be fine. The crash obviously crushed her lungs. We’ll tell them before we leave to give her an x-ray on her lungs.” House stated going into the elevator.
Wilson quickly ran in before the doors closed.
“Are you sure about this?” Wilson asked.
House just nodded as they made their way to Dr. Hodgkin’s office.
“Hey doc do you know the names of the other hospitals the victims were sent to?” House asked.
“Why yes I do. All 2/3 of the other victims were sent to a much closer hospital because their injuries were much mais severe than the ones here or they were the early victims.” Hodgkin said.
“Well where is it?” House asked irritated.
“It’s about 30 miles from here and much closer to where the accident was. New York General.” Hodgkin said.
“Can we have the address?” Wilson asked.
Hodgkin jotted down the address and gave it Wilson.
“I can’t guarantee that your friend is there or alive, but if she is I wish you the best of luck.”
Wilson thanked the doctor once more.
“What about the unidentified patient here?” Wilson asked.
“She’s probably the Julie Markino,” Hodgkin said, “We’ll inform her family right away. I bet they’ll be happy to know that we found their daughter though. Oh and before you go. I should tell you that there are about 20 to 30 unidentified patients at NYG so good luck.”
“Alright thanks.” Wilson said.
House was standing por the door holding onto the handle. He began atuação like a 7 ano old once more.
“Come on,” he whined, “I wanna go.”
Wilson rolled his eyes and said good bye to Dr. Charles Hodgkin and followed House to the car.
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A/N: Okay I hope that was long enough for make up for the other chapter! I hope you liked it! Please comment
“Over it already?” Wilson asked him.
“That isn’t Cuddy.” House said with a somewhat determined demeanor as he made his way to the lobby.
Wilson followed him with a shocked expression.
“You’re kidding right? I mean you can’t be serious.” Wilson said to him.
“Nope, I’m not kidding,” House turned to the nurse at the front desk, “The patient in the morgue isn’t Dr. Lisa Cuddy.”
“Wait how can you be sure?” Wilson asked skeptically.
“Oh well I saw that her bra size went down one cup,” House replied sarcastically, “She also hasn’t waxed her eyes brows in 5 years and she has lima, limão green nail polish. I mean even I know Cuddy wouldn’t be caught wearing that.”
Wilson’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Um, what do you mean sir? You two even confirmed that was her.” The young beginner nurse stated.
“Well that was before I saw her up close. Cuddy’s ears are pierced and that patient has never had an ear piercing in her life. It can’t be Cuddy.”
“How did I miss that?” Wilson asked himself.
“Because Wilson, you don’t examine her enough and you’re as blind as a bat when it comes to small details.” House stated.
The nurse called her boss, Dr. Charles Hodgkin, and told him what House had discovered. Dr. Hodgkin thanked the nurse and told him he’d be there in a flash. Almost instantly Dr. Hodgkin came down to talk to Wilson and House about Cuddy.
House explained that while he was in the room with Cuddy there were a few strange things he noticed. Straighter hair, mais makeup, different clothes, he noticed a lot of things but brushed it off. It was when he saw her ears not being pierced that it became obvious that it was definitely not Cuddy. Dr. Hodgkin smiled.
“Thank you for telling us Dr. House, but I’m sorry to inform you that the traffic accident was so big, that this wasn’t the only hospital that patient were taken to,” Charles explained, “In fact only about 1/3 of the victims were sent here.”
House and Wilson were both mais upset. Where could their friend be? How could one little accident be so dreadful?
“I’m sorry, if there is anything I can do to help, I’ll do it.” Dr. Hodgkin offered.
Wilson nodded and thanked him. Dr. Hodgkin left them alone. A little frustrated, Wilson wiped his hands on his face and groaned.
“How are we supposed to find Cuddy now?” Wilson whined out loud.
Out of no where a voice was heard.
“Are you talking about Lisa Cuddy?” A female scratchy voice said out of no where.
House and Wilson turned to the voices direction to find a beat up woman in bed. por how hurt she was House and Wilson thought that she must have been a victim too. The woman knowing Cuddy’s name raised some hope for the two doctors that they might find their good friend soon before she dies.
“Yeah Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Do you know her?” Wilson asked.
He and House followed the woman and the doctor pushing her cama into the elevator. They stood on both sides of the female and Wilson did most of the talking.
“Yeah I knew her. Kind of. I was her driver when the accident happened,” the woman responded in a rough voice, “The name is Michele, Michele Linkins.”
“Well Michele, I’m Dr. James Wilson and that’s Dr. Gregory House,” Wilson introduced them, “We worked with Dr. Cuddy.”
“Yeah I know. She was talkin’ bout both of ya in the car.”
House cocked an eyes brow.
“What did she say?” He asked curiously.
“Sorry driver-passenger confidentiality.” Michele said coughing.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Wilson said to House, “Do you know where Cuddy might be?”
“Oh course I know where she could be.”
“What happened?” House asked as the determined look came back to his face.
Michele coughed a little as she began telling them what had happened the other day.
--
2 days ago
Driving down the streets of busy New York traffic was hectic as usual. Michele saw a petite woman, looked like she was in a rush, standing in front of a hotel franticly trying to get a cab. Seeing her luggage beside her, Michele assumed that she was probably trying to catch a flight and decided to pick her up.
When she stopped in front of her, she quickly put her stuff in the tronco, porta-malas and got in. She was talking on her cell phone apologizing to someone.
“I am so sorry,” The woman said, “My alarm didn’t go off for some reason but I think I can make the flight. Just wait a little longer please I’ll be there on time.”
Michele looked at the rear view mirror and looked at the woman.
“New York Airport please,” The woman said covering the speaker of the phone.
“No problem.” Michele said as she started to cadastrar-se the busy streets of NYC.
“Alright, I’ll see you then. I’m sorry again,” The woman said, “Alright, thank you. See you soon. Bye.”
“The husband?” Michele asked trying to start conversation.
The woman began laughing at the thought.
“No, no. He’s just a colleague,” She stated, “and a really good friend.”
“I see. You must be in such a rush. Going início after a meeting?” Michele questioned.
Usually her passengers get a little snippy when she starts asking perguntas but this one just smiled and answered.
“Yes, how did you know?” The woman replied.
“I get a lot of you. Alarm didn’t go off, wake up call failed, up late doing paper work, honey I’ve heard every excuse in the book.” Michele said.
Once mais the woman just chuckled then held out her hand to the front of the cab.
“Cuddy, Lisa Cuddy.” She introduced herself.
“Michele, Michele Linkins, nice to meet you.” Michele quickly shook her hands but stayed focus on the road.
…The bandits continue to head north as it seems they are going to the border of Canada; we want to warn everyone…
Cuddy groaned when the news started.
“You sick of it too?” Michele asked.
“Yes, I have been getting calls and emails and memos and everything about those guys. I am just getting tired of hearing about them everyone.” Cuddy chuckled.
“Amen sister, amen.” Michele looked around the road.
Michele and Cuddy chatted as they made their way to New York airport. It was pretty far from the hotel and the traffic was getting worse. As they neared the airport Michele saw something. She couldn’t really tell what it was. All she could see were a few cars and that’s when it happened.
BANG.
--
Present
“So you blacked out?” Wilson asked Michele.
She just shrugged.
“I don’t remember. I guess I did though. All I know was I woke up and was lying on one of those gurneys, but I did see that friend of yours.” Michele coughed again, but started wheezing a little.
Wilson handed her a glass of water for her to drink. It didn’t help much though, she just kept coughing.
“So where did they say they were gonna take her?” House asked atuação as if Michele was completely okay.
Michele tried to speak between coughs.
“I heard them…” cough “say that…” cough “they were going to take her to…” this time it wasn’t just a little cough. She was starting to go into respiratory arrest. The nurses and doctors crowded in and made House and Wilson go out.
“Great well there goes our only source.” House said irritated.
“I hope she’ll be okay.” Wilson said looking at the room.
“Come on we still have to find Cuddy. Since Michele was going to tell us what hospital they said they’d take her to then it’s obvious she’s not here,” House said as he started to limp away, “Lets go ask that Charles guy what are the other hospitals they sent the victims to.”
“You aren’t worried about Michele? I mean she could really be hurt.” Wilson said in his usual sympathetic tone.
“She’ll be fine. The crash obviously crushed her lungs. We’ll tell them before we leave to give her an x-ray on her lungs.” House stated going into the elevator.
Wilson quickly ran in before the doors closed.
“Are you sure about this?” Wilson asked.
House just nodded as they made their way to Dr. Hodgkin’s office.
“Hey doc do you know the names of the other hospitals the victims were sent to?” House asked.
“Why yes I do. All 2/3 of the other victims were sent to a much closer hospital because their injuries were much mais severe than the ones here or they were the early victims.” Hodgkin said.
“Well where is it?” House asked irritated.
“It’s about 30 miles from here and much closer to where the accident was. New York General.” Hodgkin said.
“Can we have the address?” Wilson asked.
Hodgkin jotted down the address and gave it Wilson.
“I can’t guarantee that your friend is there or alive, but if she is I wish you the best of luck.”
Wilson thanked the doctor once more.
“What about the unidentified patient here?” Wilson asked.
“She’s probably the Julie Markino,” Hodgkin said, “We’ll inform her family right away. I bet they’ll be happy to know that we found their daughter though. Oh and before you go. I should tell you that there are about 20 to 30 unidentified patients at NYG so good luck.”
“Alright thanks.” Wilson said.
House was standing por the door holding onto the handle. He began atuação like a 7 ano old once more.
“Come on,” he whined, “I wanna go.”
Wilson rolled his eyes and said good bye to Dr. Charles Hodgkin and followed House to the car.
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A/N: Okay I hope that was long enough for make up for the other chapter! I hope you liked it! Please comment