Her cœur, coeur just about jumped out of her chest at seeing her. She was about five eight, lean and slender. Her hair was long and dark, and quite curly in a way that made toi think she had just come from a salon. Her eyes were a deep and stunning misty blue, almost like looking into a sparkling sapphire. Her skin was pale, and toi could tell that she didn’t stay in the sun much. And even though it was colder in the room, her cheeks and lips had a light rose tinge.
Cuddy quickly recovered herself and looked back at the chart, sitting down on the stool.
“So, um…Genny, it says on your chart that toi think toi have broken your toe and that toi have a laceration.” a dit Cuddy.
“No, I know that I broke my toe and yes, I do have a cut.” a dit Genny.
“Well, let’s take a look.” a dit Cuddy.
“I’m worried that the cut might be getting infected. I’m not really worried about the toe much.” a dit Genny, taking off her glisser sur, glissement sur flats.
Cuddy saw that her little toe was taped together with the suivant toe and there was a gauze bandage on the side of her foot.
“It looks like you’ve already been to a doctor about your toe.” a dit Cuddy, taking Genny’s foot.
“No, I deal with toe problems all the time.” a dit Genny.
“You break toes often? How do toi do that?” asked Cuddy, taking the bandage off.
“I don’t personally break toes often. I just deal with a lot of foot injuries, some mine, some others. I teach ballet and compete in professional Latin ballroom dance.” a dit Genny, looking at the cut on her foot as Dr. Cuddy inspected it.
“Oh, so how did this happen?” asked Cuddy.
“The toe broke when I landed wrong almost a week ago. I also teach a yoga class in the park once a week. The cut happened when my foot left the matt. There was an old bottle casquette, cap in the herbe and I stepped on it just right so that it sliced the side of my foot.” a dit Genny.
“Did toi get a tetanus shot?” asked Cuddy, letting go of Genny’s foot.
“I already had my tetanus, but I did get a booster. I try to keep the cut clean and make sure it’s dressed well, but it’s hard. Dancing, my feet get gross and I’m constantly in different shoes.” a dit Genny.
“I understand, but toi really should be keeping off your feet for a week ou two to let your toe heal.” a dit Cuddy, getting supplies to clean and bandage the cut.
“I can’t do that, dancing is my job and I’m used to the pain.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy sat back down on the tabouret and began to clean the wound.
“It does look like the cut might be getting infected. I’m going to clean it and put a new bandage on. I want toi to clean this cut and bandage it with clean gauze twice a jour if you’ve been dancing. I’m also going to take some blood. I want to make sure that the infection hasn’t spread to your blood. A blood infection…” a dit Cuddy, being cut off.
“I know about blood infections. Look, I just came here to get my foot checked out and maybe some antibiotics, not a lecture.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy finished with Genny’s foot and let her put her shoe back on. While she wrote in her chart.
“Alright, now I’d like to get the blood sample.” a dit Cuddy.
Genny didn’t speak, she just held out her right arm and rolled up the sleeve. Cuddy came over and tied the tourniquet around her arm, looking for a good vein. She noticed some old scars on Genny’s forearm.
“What happened here?” she asked.
“It’s nothing, happened a long time ago.” a dit Genny, obviously not want to talk about them.
Cuddy found a vein and stuck the needle in, but the vein didn’t give any blood. She was either against a valve ou the needle was too big for the vein. She moved the needle around a bit, trying to get a flow.
“Sorry.” a dit Cuddy.
“It’s fine.” a dit Genny, watching the whole time.
After a minute and still no blood return Cuddy withdrew the needle and released the tourniquet.
“I’m going to get a smaller needle and try the other arm.” a dit Cuddy.
“Really, it’s alright if toi stay on my right arm, I’m left handed any way.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy fumbled for a moment with the tube she held when she heard this. She turned back to Genny and smiled.
“It’s really better to try the other arm first.” a dit Cuddy, pulling up the tabouret again.
“Fine.” a dit Genny, rolling her sleeve up.
Cuddy saw a fresh bandage on her forearm in about the same place the other scars had been. She found a vein and stuck the needle in, getting a blood return almost immediately.
“What happened here?” asked Cuddy.
“I burned my arm on the four rack.” a dit Genny.
“Do toi want me to take a look at it?” asked Cuddy.
“No, it’s fine.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy took the needle out and placed a cotton ball and tape over the tiny hole. She turned around, taking the two vials of blood, and went to the counter, washing her hands.
“Genny, the scars on your other arm are in almost the same place and they look deliberate.” a dit Cuddy.
“Don’t…just don’t okay. toi don’t know me, toi don’t know what I’ve been through. I hate doctors, toi never listen to people, never take them seriously. It’s just the same as when Leo was sick, screw this!” a dit Genny, jumping off the table, tableau and walking out the door.
“Genny, wait…” a dit Cuddy, hanging out the door after her.
Genny just walked out of the clinic and then out of the hospital. Cuddy walked slowly back to the counter where Genny’s chart was and looked it over again. She looked for her birthday specifically, May 12, 1984. Cuddy could have believed that it was just a coincidence that a young woman who looked so familiar and had the same birthday as her daughter, only two years earlier, but she didn’t. Something in her made her want to find out if Genny had lied about her age and who she was.
She picked up the chart and blood and took them out to the nurses desk, keeping the chart and sending the blood to the lab for the standard tests. At least she had a reason to call Genny and try to get her to come back. She was going to give her a prescription for an antibiotic, but she had left. Cuddy could call her and ask that she come back in to pick up the script and hopefully try to talk to her more.
Cuddy quickly recovered herself and looked back at the chart, sitting down on the stool.
“So, um…Genny, it says on your chart that toi think toi have broken your toe and that toi have a laceration.” a dit Cuddy.
“No, I know that I broke my toe and yes, I do have a cut.” a dit Genny.
“Well, let’s take a look.” a dit Cuddy.
“I’m worried that the cut might be getting infected. I’m not really worried about the toe much.” a dit Genny, taking off her glisser sur, glissement sur flats.
Cuddy saw that her little toe was taped together with the suivant toe and there was a gauze bandage on the side of her foot.
“It looks like you’ve already been to a doctor about your toe.” a dit Cuddy, taking Genny’s foot.
“No, I deal with toe problems all the time.” a dit Genny.
“You break toes often? How do toi do that?” asked Cuddy, taking the bandage off.
“I don’t personally break toes often. I just deal with a lot of foot injuries, some mine, some others. I teach ballet and compete in professional Latin ballroom dance.” a dit Genny, looking at the cut on her foot as Dr. Cuddy inspected it.
“Oh, so how did this happen?” asked Cuddy.
“The toe broke when I landed wrong almost a week ago. I also teach a yoga class in the park once a week. The cut happened when my foot left the matt. There was an old bottle casquette, cap in the herbe and I stepped on it just right so that it sliced the side of my foot.” a dit Genny.
“Did toi get a tetanus shot?” asked Cuddy, letting go of Genny’s foot.
“I already had my tetanus, but I did get a booster. I try to keep the cut clean and make sure it’s dressed well, but it’s hard. Dancing, my feet get gross and I’m constantly in different shoes.” a dit Genny.
“I understand, but toi really should be keeping off your feet for a week ou two to let your toe heal.” a dit Cuddy, getting supplies to clean and bandage the cut.
“I can’t do that, dancing is my job and I’m used to the pain.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy sat back down on the tabouret and began to clean the wound.
“It does look like the cut might be getting infected. I’m going to clean it and put a new bandage on. I want toi to clean this cut and bandage it with clean gauze twice a jour if you’ve been dancing. I’m also going to take some blood. I want to make sure that the infection hasn’t spread to your blood. A blood infection…” a dit Cuddy, being cut off.
“I know about blood infections. Look, I just came here to get my foot checked out and maybe some antibiotics, not a lecture.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy finished with Genny’s foot and let her put her shoe back on. While she wrote in her chart.
“Alright, now I’d like to get the blood sample.” a dit Cuddy.
Genny didn’t speak, she just held out her right arm and rolled up the sleeve. Cuddy came over and tied the tourniquet around her arm, looking for a good vein. She noticed some old scars on Genny’s forearm.
“What happened here?” she asked.
“It’s nothing, happened a long time ago.” a dit Genny, obviously not want to talk about them.
Cuddy found a vein and stuck the needle in, but the vein didn’t give any blood. She was either against a valve ou the needle was too big for the vein. She moved the needle around a bit, trying to get a flow.
“Sorry.” a dit Cuddy.
“It’s fine.” a dit Genny, watching the whole time.
After a minute and still no blood return Cuddy withdrew the needle and released the tourniquet.
“I’m going to get a smaller needle and try the other arm.” a dit Cuddy.
“Really, it’s alright if toi stay on my right arm, I’m left handed any way.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy fumbled for a moment with the tube she held when she heard this. She turned back to Genny and smiled.
“It’s really better to try the other arm first.” a dit Cuddy, pulling up the tabouret again.
“Fine.” a dit Genny, rolling her sleeve up.
Cuddy saw a fresh bandage on her forearm in about the same place the other scars had been. She found a vein and stuck the needle in, getting a blood return almost immediately.
“What happened here?” asked Cuddy.
“I burned my arm on the four rack.” a dit Genny.
“Do toi want me to take a look at it?” asked Cuddy.
“No, it’s fine.” a dit Genny.
Cuddy took the needle out and placed a cotton ball and tape over the tiny hole. She turned around, taking the two vials of blood, and went to the counter, washing her hands.
“Genny, the scars on your other arm are in almost the same place and they look deliberate.” a dit Cuddy.
“Don’t…just don’t okay. toi don’t know me, toi don’t know what I’ve been through. I hate doctors, toi never listen to people, never take them seriously. It’s just the same as when Leo was sick, screw this!” a dit Genny, jumping off the table, tableau and walking out the door.
“Genny, wait…” a dit Cuddy, hanging out the door after her.
Genny just walked out of the clinic and then out of the hospital. Cuddy walked slowly back to the counter where Genny’s chart was and looked it over again. She looked for her birthday specifically, May 12, 1984. Cuddy could have believed that it was just a coincidence that a young woman who looked so familiar and had the same birthday as her daughter, only two years earlier, but she didn’t. Something in her made her want to find out if Genny had lied about her age and who she was.
She picked up the chart and blood and took them out to the nurses desk, keeping the chart and sending the blood to the lab for the standard tests. At least she had a reason to call Genny and try to get her to come back. She was going to give her a prescription for an antibiotic, but she had left. Cuddy could call her and ask that she come back in to pick up the script and hopefully try to talk to her more.
Ok guys this is my first time écriture a fan fiction, and I know its like way short but this is just the way I think the scene should have played out. So don’t be to brutal, okay : )!!!!
Alternate scene for “Let Them Eat Cake”
Cuddy- We all know this is going somewhere… I think we should Kiss now.
House- We already did that
He places his hand on her chest.
Cuddy blushes and then chuckles realizing that this was rational for House. She takes his hand and brings it to her hip, throws her arms around his neck and gives him a long kiss.
Cuddy- And it won’t be the last time.
Alternate scene for “Let Them Eat Cake”
Cuddy- We all know this is going somewhere… I think we should Kiss now.
House- We already did that
He places his hand on her chest.
Cuddy blushes and then chuckles realizing that this was rational for House. She takes his hand and brings it to her hip, throws her arms around his neck and gives him a long kiss.
Cuddy- And it won’t be the last time.