Cuddy had donné House the address and directed his driving the whole way there. Usually he would have made snide remarks about her passenger siège driving, but he knew she was worried. He also knew that she had reason to be worried, and just stayed quiet, letting her direct him. He pulled up to the building and they got out, going up to the fourth floor.
As they came to a stop, and started whispering about what to do, outside Genny’s large sliding door they hear strange noises. They stopped whispering to each other and listened plus closely. When they didn’t hear anything, House spoke up, leaning towards the door.
“Genny, it’s Dr. House, toi may remember me better as Dr. McFeelygoodin!” he yelled at the door.
They didn’t hear anything for a few seconds, then they heard a loud crash and what sounded like breaking glass. House quickly pulled on the door, finding that it was unlocked. They didn’t have to look far to find Genny, she was lying face up on the living room floor. The glass pane from the coffee table, tableau was in pieces and an almost empty vodka bottle was lying in them.
Genny was lying in the glass and her left arm was covered in blood. It looked like she had fallen on the table, tableau and used her arm to break the fall, but the glass had broken and sliced through her fragile skin.
“Shit!” a dit House, quickly limping over to Genny.
He grabbed her right arm and dragged her away from the glass shards. He then removed his manteau and jacket, kneeling down beside Genny. He reached across her chest and picked up her left arm, examining it.
“It doesn’t look like the artery was cut, but the cuts are really deep and bleeding heavily.” he said, using his veste to hold pressure on the worst of the wound.
“I need toi to find something I can use as a tourniquet.” a dit House, looking up at Cuddy who was still standing in the doorway, watching the scene.
House’s words pulled her out of her daze and she tore her manteau off, throwing on the floor with her bourse, sac à main as she went to the kitchen. She opened drawers until she found a long, thin, cuisine towel.
“Lisa!” she heard him call, sounding urgent.
“Coming!” she yelled back, turning and running to the living room.
When she got back she saw that House was no longer holding Genny’s arm, he was doing CPR.
“She has no pulse and she’s not breathing.” a dit House, doing compressions.
“I’m calling.” a dit Cuddy, tying the towel around Genny’s arm and grabbing the phone.
She held pressure on Genny’s arm and cradled the phone against her shoulder and ear.
“911, what is your emergency?” answered the operator.
“This is Dr. Lisa Cuddy, dean of medicine at PPTH. We need an ambulance at 1316 Hiller Rd., it’s the fourth floor. There is a twenty three an old female in pulmonary and respiratory failure and she has multiple deep lacerations to her left forearm and wrist. We are administering CPR and holding pressure on the wounds…Thank you.” a dit Cuddy, letting the phone fall from her shoulder to the floor.
“She had to have taken something. The alcohol and bleeding alone wouldn’t cause cœur, coeur failure, not like this, not this fast.” a dit House, pausing to breathe for Genny again.
As the initial shock of the situation started to wear off, all Cuddy could do was sit there; holding her daughters arm tightly and look down at her. Her wide and glazed eyes were staring up at the vaulted ceiling, her ever paling face blank and lifeless. Cuddy finally started to cry when she heard the crack of a rib and there was no reaction from Genny. Her face stayed expressionless and there was no sense that she felt any pain.
Cuddy reached out her right hand, keeping her left tightly wrapped around Genny’s, and touched Genny’s face, she was still warm. She began to gently stroke Genny’s hair as House continued CPR.
“Come on baby, toi can make it. toi can’t leave yet, we have so much to talk about, to catch up on. toi can’t leave me. God damn it, Genevieve, I am your mother and toi have to listen to your mother and do what she says! Now come on and take a breath! Please, baby, come on…hold on for me.” Cuddy half cried and half yelled at her as the paramedics came through the door.
House moved back from Genny and picked up his cane as the paramedics started working on her. He moved around the huddled mass of bodies and pulled Cuddy away, giving the paramedics plus room to work. He held her close to him as they stood there watching the team get Genny ready for transport. He should have felt scared, and sad, and anxious for Genny and Cuddy, but he didn’t. Instead, all he could think about were the technicalities.
*She had to have taken something, how long il y a had she taken it, what did she take. Was she aware of what was going on? What was going on in her head right now?*
As Genny was falling through the glass, she knew what was happening, and she wasn’t scared. It was like time had slowed down for her. She heard her door being opened, but she couldn’t move, she didn’t want to. She stayed staring at the blank white ceiling, waiting for everything to finally end. It seemed like it took minutes for whoever had opened the door to find her, even though she knew it had only been seconds.
Her range of vision had somehow gotten wider, so even though she was staring up at the ceiling, she could make out someone coming towards her. She could hear him saying something, and then he was there. It was the doctor from the clinic, Dr. House, what was he doing here? She thought it strange that she would be thinking about why someone was here at this time. Still, as he yelled for someone to get something, she could feel her cœur, coeur slowing.
It was coming, she wanted the darkness that would take her. She didn’t want to have the pain and feelings of guilt and burden every day. She wanted it to end.
Genny could feel every little change in her chest as her cœur, coeur slowed and then finally stopped. She knew it wasn’t pumping anymore, and she felt strange, but she was still there. She could see her whole apartment now, she didn’t have to breathe, and there wasn’t any physical pain now. Yet, she was still seeing, and hearing, and had the emotional pain. It wasn’t over yet.
She saw as another figure now came towards her, it was Dr. Cuddy. Again, she wondered to herself why she was here. She knew her body wasn’t able to move, but it felt like she was turning her head when she looked from person to person, seeing quite clearly. She had wondered what it would be like to die. She had heard all of the sorties of bright lights, a floating feeling, looking down on your body.
It wasn’t like any of those for her. She couldn’t physically feel anything ou move. It was like she was trapped inside her body, but she wasn’t. She could see a complete three sixty view of her apartment, but she was still seeing the ceiling as well. Her experience of time was all screwed up too. Things seemed to déplacer and happen in slow motion, yet when someone spoke ou she heard something, it sounded normal. Some of her senses seemed to be heightened while others were gone completely. She wondered if this was happening because Dr. House was manually keeping her cœur, coeur beating and breathing for her.
She wished that she could have told him to stop, ou pushed him away. She wanted to be left alone to die. She heard Dr. Cuddy on the phone telling the operator her stats and tried to yell at her to stop, but nothing came out. Genny watched Dr. Cuddy as she let the phone fall to the floor. She had started crying and she looked quite upset. Genny wondered why she was having this kind of reaction. Dr. Cuddy was a doctor after all, she had to have been used to people dying. So why was she any different than any other patient? Genny heard a voice and focused, it was Dr. Cuddy.
As Genny listened, she got the answer to her question. *God damn it, Genevieve, I am your mother…* As she heard this, she didn’t know what to think. All she could do was try and say that she was sorry, but she didn’t want to stay. She wondered if Dr. Cuddy really could be her mother. If she was, Genny was truly sorry. She knew how much it hurt to loose a child, and she didn’t want Dr. Cuddy to have to feel that way about her. Yet Genny didn’t want to have to feel that pain every jour either.
The paramedics had arrived now and had taken the places of Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy. She focused her sight back up to the ceiling and hoped that this would all be over soon. She suddenly felt immense pain, like she had been slammed into a concrete floor at twenty miles an hour. Then everything started to go black. She didn’t know if it was just her eyes closing ou if she was finally dying. She hoped for the latter, and then her consciousness was gone.
The paramedics had used the defibrillator and shocked Genny three times before her cœur, coeur had started beating again. They placed an ET tube in Genny’s airway so she could breathe and then loaded her onto the gurney. Her arm had been wrapped in a field bandage and they started to roll her out.
“Lisa, toi go with Genny to the hospital. I’m gonna try and find what she took.” a dit House.
“Are toi sure?” asked Cuddy.
“Yeah, go.” a dit House.
Cuddy picked up her bourse, sac à main and manteau off the floor and followed the paramedics out of the building. House just stood in the one spot for a few moments, looking around at the now very trashed apartment. He could tell that it had been almost pristine before all of this occurred. He nudged the almost empty vodka bottle with his foot before bending over and picking it up. He looked at the clear liquid left in the bottle and then smelled it. He shrugged his shoulders before placing the bottle to his lips and swallowing the remaining contents.
With the now completely empty bottle in hand, House made his way into the kitchen. He found a waste basket looked trough it before throwing the bottle in. He then turned around and started opening drawers and cabinets. When he didn’t find anything in the cuisine he moved on to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. After searching the entire apartment and not finding one pill bottle, he went to the last room, Genny’s bedroom.
He looked under the lit first, then in the closet. He opened everything and looked everywhere, finally coming to the last drawer in her dresser. He opened it and scooted around some tops, finding a medium sized, wooden box under them. He pulled the box out and shut the drawer, limping to the lit and sitting on it’s now untidy sheets.
The box was locked with a small padlock. House easily broke it off with the head of his cane. He threw the lock aside and opened the lid, finding not what he expected. He pulled the first piece of paper out and looked at it. It was a birth certificate for Leopold Nathaniel Gracen. In fact, everything in the box had to do with him. It was the only thing in the entire apartment that gave any clue to Genny ever having a child. House looked through the box quickly, not finding anything of use and then shut it. He left the apartment with the box, and took one last look in the poubelle, benne à ordures outside, before driving Cuddy’s car back to the hospital.
As they came to a stop, and started whispering about what to do, outside Genny’s large sliding door they hear strange noises. They stopped whispering to each other and listened plus closely. When they didn’t hear anything, House spoke up, leaning towards the door.
“Genny, it’s Dr. House, toi may remember me better as Dr. McFeelygoodin!” he yelled at the door.
They didn’t hear anything for a few seconds, then they heard a loud crash and what sounded like breaking glass. House quickly pulled on the door, finding that it was unlocked. They didn’t have to look far to find Genny, she was lying face up on the living room floor. The glass pane from the coffee table, tableau was in pieces and an almost empty vodka bottle was lying in them.
Genny was lying in the glass and her left arm was covered in blood. It looked like she had fallen on the table, tableau and used her arm to break the fall, but the glass had broken and sliced through her fragile skin.
“Shit!” a dit House, quickly limping over to Genny.
He grabbed her right arm and dragged her away from the glass shards. He then removed his manteau and jacket, kneeling down beside Genny. He reached across her chest and picked up her left arm, examining it.
“It doesn’t look like the artery was cut, but the cuts are really deep and bleeding heavily.” he said, using his veste to hold pressure on the worst of the wound.
“I need toi to find something I can use as a tourniquet.” a dit House, looking up at Cuddy who was still standing in the doorway, watching the scene.
House’s words pulled her out of her daze and she tore her manteau off, throwing on the floor with her bourse, sac à main as she went to the kitchen. She opened drawers until she found a long, thin, cuisine towel.
“Lisa!” she heard him call, sounding urgent.
“Coming!” she yelled back, turning and running to the living room.
When she got back she saw that House was no longer holding Genny’s arm, he was doing CPR.
“She has no pulse and she’s not breathing.” a dit House, doing compressions.
“I’m calling.” a dit Cuddy, tying the towel around Genny’s arm and grabbing the phone.
She held pressure on Genny’s arm and cradled the phone against her shoulder and ear.
“911, what is your emergency?” answered the operator.
“This is Dr. Lisa Cuddy, dean of medicine at PPTH. We need an ambulance at 1316 Hiller Rd., it’s the fourth floor. There is a twenty three an old female in pulmonary and respiratory failure and she has multiple deep lacerations to her left forearm and wrist. We are administering CPR and holding pressure on the wounds…Thank you.” a dit Cuddy, letting the phone fall from her shoulder to the floor.
“She had to have taken something. The alcohol and bleeding alone wouldn’t cause cœur, coeur failure, not like this, not this fast.” a dit House, pausing to breathe for Genny again.
As the initial shock of the situation started to wear off, all Cuddy could do was sit there; holding her daughters arm tightly and look down at her. Her wide and glazed eyes were staring up at the vaulted ceiling, her ever paling face blank and lifeless. Cuddy finally started to cry when she heard the crack of a rib and there was no reaction from Genny. Her face stayed expressionless and there was no sense that she felt any pain.
Cuddy reached out her right hand, keeping her left tightly wrapped around Genny’s, and touched Genny’s face, she was still warm. She began to gently stroke Genny’s hair as House continued CPR.
“Come on baby, toi can make it. toi can’t leave yet, we have so much to talk about, to catch up on. toi can’t leave me. God damn it, Genevieve, I am your mother and toi have to listen to your mother and do what she says! Now come on and take a breath! Please, baby, come on…hold on for me.” Cuddy half cried and half yelled at her as the paramedics came through the door.
House moved back from Genny and picked up his cane as the paramedics started working on her. He moved around the huddled mass of bodies and pulled Cuddy away, giving the paramedics plus room to work. He held her close to him as they stood there watching the team get Genny ready for transport. He should have felt scared, and sad, and anxious for Genny and Cuddy, but he didn’t. Instead, all he could think about were the technicalities.
*She had to have taken something, how long il y a had she taken it, what did she take. Was she aware of what was going on? What was going on in her head right now?*
As Genny was falling through the glass, she knew what was happening, and she wasn’t scared. It was like time had slowed down for her. She heard her door being opened, but she couldn’t move, she didn’t want to. She stayed staring at the blank white ceiling, waiting for everything to finally end. It seemed like it took minutes for whoever had opened the door to find her, even though she knew it had only been seconds.
Her range of vision had somehow gotten wider, so even though she was staring up at the ceiling, she could make out someone coming towards her. She could hear him saying something, and then he was there. It was the doctor from the clinic, Dr. House, what was he doing here? She thought it strange that she would be thinking about why someone was here at this time. Still, as he yelled for someone to get something, she could feel her cœur, coeur slowing.
It was coming, she wanted the darkness that would take her. She didn’t want to have the pain and feelings of guilt and burden every day. She wanted it to end.
Genny could feel every little change in her chest as her cœur, coeur slowed and then finally stopped. She knew it wasn’t pumping anymore, and she felt strange, but she was still there. She could see her whole apartment now, she didn’t have to breathe, and there wasn’t any physical pain now. Yet, she was still seeing, and hearing, and had the emotional pain. It wasn’t over yet.
She saw as another figure now came towards her, it was Dr. Cuddy. Again, she wondered to herself why she was here. She knew her body wasn’t able to move, but it felt like she was turning her head when she looked from person to person, seeing quite clearly. She had wondered what it would be like to die. She had heard all of the sorties of bright lights, a floating feeling, looking down on your body.
It wasn’t like any of those for her. She couldn’t physically feel anything ou move. It was like she was trapped inside her body, but she wasn’t. She could see a complete three sixty view of her apartment, but she was still seeing the ceiling as well. Her experience of time was all screwed up too. Things seemed to déplacer and happen in slow motion, yet when someone spoke ou she heard something, it sounded normal. Some of her senses seemed to be heightened while others were gone completely. She wondered if this was happening because Dr. House was manually keeping her cœur, coeur beating and breathing for her.
She wished that she could have told him to stop, ou pushed him away. She wanted to be left alone to die. She heard Dr. Cuddy on the phone telling the operator her stats and tried to yell at her to stop, but nothing came out. Genny watched Dr. Cuddy as she let the phone fall to the floor. She had started crying and she looked quite upset. Genny wondered why she was having this kind of reaction. Dr. Cuddy was a doctor after all, she had to have been used to people dying. So why was she any different than any other patient? Genny heard a voice and focused, it was Dr. Cuddy.
As Genny listened, she got the answer to her question. *God damn it, Genevieve, I am your mother…* As she heard this, she didn’t know what to think. All she could do was try and say that she was sorry, but she didn’t want to stay. She wondered if Dr. Cuddy really could be her mother. If she was, Genny was truly sorry. She knew how much it hurt to loose a child, and she didn’t want Dr. Cuddy to have to feel that way about her. Yet Genny didn’t want to have to feel that pain every jour either.
The paramedics had arrived now and had taken the places of Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy. She focused her sight back up to the ceiling and hoped that this would all be over soon. She suddenly felt immense pain, like she had been slammed into a concrete floor at twenty miles an hour. Then everything started to go black. She didn’t know if it was just her eyes closing ou if she was finally dying. She hoped for the latter, and then her consciousness was gone.
The paramedics had used the defibrillator and shocked Genny three times before her cœur, coeur had started beating again. They placed an ET tube in Genny’s airway so she could breathe and then loaded her onto the gurney. Her arm had been wrapped in a field bandage and they started to roll her out.
“Lisa, toi go with Genny to the hospital. I’m gonna try and find what she took.” a dit House.
“Are toi sure?” asked Cuddy.
“Yeah, go.” a dit House.
Cuddy picked up her bourse, sac à main and manteau off the floor and followed the paramedics out of the building. House just stood in the one spot for a few moments, looking around at the now very trashed apartment. He could tell that it had been almost pristine before all of this occurred. He nudged the almost empty vodka bottle with his foot before bending over and picking it up. He looked at the clear liquid left in the bottle and then smelled it. He shrugged his shoulders before placing the bottle to his lips and swallowing the remaining contents.
With the now completely empty bottle in hand, House made his way into the kitchen. He found a waste basket looked trough it before throwing the bottle in. He then turned around and started opening drawers and cabinets. When he didn’t find anything in the cuisine he moved on to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. After searching the entire apartment and not finding one pill bottle, he went to the last room, Genny’s bedroom.
He looked under the lit first, then in the closet. He opened everything and looked everywhere, finally coming to the last drawer in her dresser. He opened it and scooted around some tops, finding a medium sized, wooden box under them. He pulled the box out and shut the drawer, limping to the lit and sitting on it’s now untidy sheets.
The box was locked with a small padlock. House easily broke it off with the head of his cane. He threw the lock aside and opened the lid, finding not what he expected. He pulled the first piece of paper out and looked at it. It was a birth certificate for Leopold Nathaniel Gracen. In fact, everything in the box had to do with him. It was the only thing in the entire apartment that gave any clue to Genny ever having a child. House looked through the box quickly, not finding anything of use and then shut it. He left the apartment with the box, and took one last look in the poubelle, benne à ordures outside, before driving Cuddy’s car back to the hospital.