The car was silent as House and Cuddy used the empty road on the way back home. Both were hit by the news straight to the heart that they don't even know where to start talking again.
It was only Rachel who could cheer her mother up again before Cuddy decided to come in the bathroom and take the test that will change their life forever. Her hand was shaking as she held the pregnancy test high.
"Ohgod," she hissed while slowly landing on the tiled floor. The top of her head met the wall and her eyes were tightly shut hiding the tears that were about to fall while her arms were clutching her abdomen.
By next day, House and Wilson were alone in the elevator on their way to the first floor. "So," the oncologist opened up, "paternity test coming up?"
House sighed and replied, "I don't know."
"I don't know? Since when did Greg House doesn't know what to do?"
"Since the idea that one sheet of damn paper will change everything." The bell finally dinged and they began to walk to the clinic. "I assume you and Cuddy talked about this?"
"We didn't. We haven't talked that much since we got home last night," House confessed. Wilson turned his head toward Cuddy's office and she was seated on the couch while reading a paper. House also looked at her before his best friend turned his head to meet his gaze. "I will," Wilson volunteered, "she needs someone to talk with." House gave him a nod before taking a new file and coming in one of the exam rooms.
Cuddy lifted her head up from the file she's reading. Wilson stopped on his tracks the moment she started saying, "I had my blood work done..."
"How was it?"
"Guess you're right. HCG level hiked up."
"Great. I'm happy for you... And for House too. He must be...ohgod, I wasn't able to congratulate him for this."
"You shouldn't have," Cuddy said in an instant. Wilson eyes grew wider before he took the empty space beside her. "Again, I take it, he still doesn't know that you are..." Wilson waited for an answer for about two minutes.
"I threw the pregnancy test right away...so he won't see it..."
“Cuddy… You and I can’t hide this from House forever,” Wilson protested as he held her hand tight.
“I know but --"
"House has the right to know," Wilson cut her off.
"You're the only one who should..."
"Yah but clearly since sperm can't be transfer through mouths, I am certain it's not mine. Are you being bug by the sudden appearance of his daughter?"
There was silence before Wilson gave out another sigh.
"Don't," he said, "don't let Casey be the reason ---"
Cuddy cut him off and all he could return was a face full of shock when she uttered, "I'm having an abortion."
The lobby was silent and it's making her uncomfortable. She hasn't been to any clinic of this kind and couldn't even think that she would. Her palms were getting wet as her heart rate was racing as her number was getting closer. Wilson's words of disapproval kept coming in her head and each time it does, her eyes were about to be flooded with tears. This thing she will be having is something un-her. She wanted to have her own baby so much but screwed up things are just piling left and right. She had given the same reason to Wilson which he thought was a lame one. He didn't support her idea and said he won't forgive himself if she inform him she already did. She really hoped that Wilson (and most of all, House) could see that she's doing this for the good of all.
She knows she doesn't need to do this, she doesn't want to but it feels like she have to. But above all, she feared House's reaction the moment he learned what she did. She killed their baby. She killed his baby. Her conscience was just shaken hard when she noticed the digits that were printed on the paper she’s holding. It’s House’s birthday and it only made her think of him more than anyone and anything. The door opened and a woman went out with a folder at hand. Cuddy had her eyes set on the furnished floor when the nurse cried out...
"Number 061159: Ms. Cuddy, exam room one please."
It was only Rachel who could cheer her mother up again before Cuddy decided to come in the bathroom and take the test that will change their life forever. Her hand was shaking as she held the pregnancy test high.
"Ohgod," she hissed while slowly landing on the tiled floor. The top of her head met the wall and her eyes were tightly shut hiding the tears that were about to fall while her arms were clutching her abdomen.
By next day, House and Wilson were alone in the elevator on their way to the first floor. "So," the oncologist opened up, "paternity test coming up?"
House sighed and replied, "I don't know."
"I don't know? Since when did Greg House doesn't know what to do?"
"Since the idea that one sheet of damn paper will change everything." The bell finally dinged and they began to walk to the clinic. "I assume you and Cuddy talked about this?"
"We didn't. We haven't talked that much since we got home last night," House confessed. Wilson turned his head toward Cuddy's office and she was seated on the couch while reading a paper. House also looked at her before his best friend turned his head to meet his gaze. "I will," Wilson volunteered, "she needs someone to talk with." House gave him a nod before taking a new file and coming in one of the exam rooms.
Cuddy lifted her head up from the file she's reading. Wilson stopped on his tracks the moment she started saying, "I had my blood work done..."
"How was it?"
"Guess you're right. HCG level hiked up."
"Great. I'm happy for you... And for House too. He must be...ohgod, I wasn't able to congratulate him for this."
"You shouldn't have," Cuddy said in an instant. Wilson eyes grew wider before he took the empty space beside her. "Again, I take it, he still doesn't know that you are..." Wilson waited for an answer for about two minutes.
"I threw the pregnancy test right away...so he won't see it..."
“Cuddy… You and I can’t hide this from House forever,” Wilson protested as he held her hand tight.
“I know but --"
"House has the right to know," Wilson cut her off.
"You're the only one who should..."
"Yah but clearly since sperm can't be transfer through mouths, I am certain it's not mine. Are you being bug by the sudden appearance of his daughter?"
There was silence before Wilson gave out another sigh.
"Don't," he said, "don't let Casey be the reason ---"
Cuddy cut him off and all he could return was a face full of shock when she uttered, "I'm having an abortion."
The lobby was silent and it's making her uncomfortable. She hasn't been to any clinic of this kind and couldn't even think that she would. Her palms were getting wet as her heart rate was racing as her number was getting closer. Wilson's words of disapproval kept coming in her head and each time it does, her eyes were about to be flooded with tears. This thing she will be having is something un-her. She wanted to have her own baby so much but screwed up things are just piling left and right. She had given the same reason to Wilson which he thought was a lame one. He didn't support her idea and said he won't forgive himself if she inform him she already did. She really hoped that Wilson (and most of all, House) could see that she's doing this for the good of all.
She knows she doesn't need to do this, she doesn't want to but it feels like she have to. But above all, she feared House's reaction the moment he learned what she did. She killed their baby. She killed his baby. Her conscience was just shaken hard when she noticed the digits that were printed on the paper she’s holding. It’s House’s birthday and it only made her think of him more than anyone and anything. The door opened and a woman went out with a folder at hand. Cuddy had her eyes set on the furnished floor when the nurse cried out...
"Number 061159: Ms. Cuddy, exam room one please."
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.