This is the next scene of part 1. As always please comment. =)
The next morning the alarm clock went off at five thirty and Cuddy went through her usual routine of hiding the evidence only without the caffeine pills and coffee. It felt she was moving in slow motion, exhaustion weighing down each limb like lead. She had not slept at all the night before. Without her sleeping pills she was unable to sleep at all. As if her day wasn’t already off to a bad start when she walked outside she discovered that her tires had been slashed, all four of them. Cuddy looked at her watch, it was six in the morning. She had a mandatory board meeting at seven. Her life just kept getting better and better. Exhaustedly she trudged down the sidewalk in the direction of her hospital. It would’ve been easier to call Sarah, House, or Wilson for a ride, but she couldn’t risk their lives anymore than she already had. Then again, Sarah’s coffin was already sealed, it was just a matter of when. There had to be away to stop all of this, if not what was happening to her at least what was bound to happen to Sarah. It would be a shame to take Sarah down with her. Sarah had an IQ of 198. Sarah had discovered an antiviral for Influenza, one that was very effective. The world would be worse off without her. The world would be just fine without me, Cuddy thought dejectedly. There were other people who could do her job and her IQ was high, but not that high. No one’s IQ was that high. Fifty minutes later Cuddy arrived at the hospital, windswept, soaking wet, carrying her shoes, one of which had a busted heel. Of course it had to rain on the day her tires got slashed and of course her heel had to break on a rather large crack in the sidewalk that she hadn’t noticed until she tripped over it. On top of that she happened to be wearing a white shirt which was now completely see-through due to the rain storm. It was going to be a very long day. As she walked through the lobby she could feel every man in the room leering at her. She wanted nothing more than to beat all of them with her broken stilettos, but of course she refrained. Sometimes she wished she didn’t have to keep up this façade of complete perfection, but way too many people were watching and waiting for her to screw up. She had been practicing perfectionism for so long that even she had begun to expect herself to be perfect. The one who put the most pressure on her to do so was now herself. Every once in a while it would’ve been nice for her to be able to cut loose. There are spare clothes in your office just ignore them, she told herself. Unfortunately for her Wilson picked that exact moment to ask her about admitting some of his patients into a new drug trial. He walked in right as she was about to change her shirt.
“Good Mor__” his voice broke off when he saw her and his cheeks flushed, “Uh…wh___what…happened,” he finished trying very hard to look at her face and not her chest.
Cuddy folded her arms over her chest looking more agitated than Wilson had ever seen her. Her eyes were narrowed threateningly into slits and her lips were drawn into a thin line. Her hands were clenched around her forearms so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. It was quite intimidating. Wilson was getting flustered. He was beginning to regret choosing this time to talk to her about the trial.
“What do you need Wilson,” she asked
“I…uh…you’re busy so I’ll just__I’ll just uh…it can wait. Really. We’ll talk later.”
“What. Do you. Want?”
“I was just going to ask you to admit some patients into that pancreatic cancer drug trial scheduled for next month. I brought you the files.”
”Leave them on my desk and I will look at them after my board meeting.”
“Sure. Do you want a lab coat or something, some tennis shoes? I have a spare pair of tennis shoes I can lend you, they’ll probably be too big, but they’re better than being barefoot.”
“I have a spare pair as well. They’re just my size, but thank you for the offer.”
“No problem, did you…walk here?”
“No, I swam.”
“What happened to your car?”
“You could’ve called me; I would’ve given you a ride.”
“I know. I figured you were with a patient.”
“I was doing paperwork. You really shouldn’t be roaming the streets in your condition.”
“What condition,” Cuddy asked narrowing her eyes.
“House wasn’t supposed to tell me, wonderful,” Wilson muttered, “I am so sorry, I just asked how you were coping with…things.”
“You could’ve asked me.”
“Yeah, I tend to get a straighter answer of how you’re doing from someone that’s not you.”
Cuddy sighed heavily and looked at her watch.
“I’m late for a board meeting.”
“You’re going to go to a board meeting in a see-through sweater?”
“No, I was going to change before you interrupted me.”
“Fine, talk to somebody, a therapist, a stranger in a bar, someone.”
“I’m looking into __”
“I don’t believe you. There’s nothing wrong with getting help.”
“I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for looking at those file,” Wilson said as he left.
Cuddy rolled her eyes and looked at her watch again. She was fifteen minutes late and she still hadn’t changed. And what about her hair? Her hair was a mess. Oh well, nothing she could do about that now. She quickly changed into her spare set of clothes and pulled her hair back into a bun. Then she literally ran to the third floor board room.
“Dr. Cuddy,” the head of the board said disapprovingly, “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry. My car broke down.”
“Are you aware of what this board meeting is about?”
“The expansion of the Lucas Wing?”
“You were recently involved in a scandal of sorts; were you not?”
“What does that have to do with the Lucas Wing?”
“Absolutely nothing. This meeting is to review your conduct as Dean.”