Cuddy was still in shock as she stood staring at the door that had just been literally slammed shut in her face. As her brain caught up to her body, she decided she should probably go back to the hospital. She wanted to see if she could find some kind of help for Genny. As she was driving back, Cuddy did the math in her head. The risposte Genny had dato would make her twenty two today, not twenty five.
Cuddy was almost certain she had found her daughter, and was determined to help Genny, even if it turned out she wasn’t. She would have to wait until Genny would talk to her again to get consent for a DNA test, and to explain why she wanted the test in the first place, and that could be a long time. Still, she felt compelled to help this poor girl, no matter who she was.
As she pulled back into her spot at the hospital her pager went off. She shut the car off and looked at the page, it was Greg, not House, paging her. She was glad he wanted to see her right now, because she was going to need House’s help with Genny and she needed to be able to talk to Greg about this. So she threw her pager in her purse, grabbed it, and headed for her office, knowing that’s where he’d paged her from.
Cuddy walked into her office and found House sitting in her chair.
“I need to talk with you.” detto Cuddy, hanging up her cappotto and going to sit on her scrivania, reception in front of House.
“Really? Because I need to talk to te too, hence the page.” detto House.
“Right, I figured. First I have a domanda for you.” detto Cuddy.
“Shoot.” detto House.
“Why didn’t te tell me that te had seen Genny and dato her antibiotics?” asked Cuddy.
“I had my reasons, that’s why I paged you.” detto House.
“Wait, te actually remembered a patient da name, how is this possible?” asked Cuddy.
“I remember who she is because she’s your kid.” detto House.
“How…you could tell just…I don’t know anything for sure.” detto Cuddy.
“I do.” detto House, holding up a sheet of paper.
“What…you…” detto Cuddy, taking the paper from House and looking at it.
“As soon as I saw her I knew. After she left I called the lab and ordered the test. It’s one hundred percent positive that te are her mother.” detto House.
Cuddy couldn’t say anything, just stare at the paper in her hand with her other hand over her mouth. One tear rolled down her cheek and hit the paper, leaving an opaque spot. Another soon followed it, following the same trail.
“Lisa.” detto Greg, placing a hand on her knee.
She had assumed that Genny was her daughter, and she knew that Genny needed help, but actually seeing it on the paper. Having proof that this was really her child that was having such problems, it just made it all the più real. This just furthered her feeling that she needed to help Genny.
“Ya.” detto Cuddy, putting the paper down on her scrivania, reception and wiping away the moisture on her face.
“You alright?” asked House, not understanding all of the reasons Cuddy was crying.
“I will be, Genny’s what I wanted to talk to te about. I went to see her today.” detto Cuddy.
The successivo ora was spent on the divano in Cuddy’s office, Lisa and Greg talking. She told him about the scars she had seen on Genny’s arms, and her visit to her studio and apartment. Lisa did most of the talking and Greg just listened, as she poured her cuore and brain out. At the end of the talk they came up with a short term plan to start helping Genny.
The plan began with Cuddy getting all of Genny and Leo’s medical records, and House putting in a call to a couple of doctors that owed him a favor.
It took almost a week to track down all of the medical files, but once Cuddy had them, she read them in a matter of hours.
Cuddy decided to start with the files from when Genny became Gracen, instead of Strholm.
The first one she looked at was from when Genny was sixteen, it detto eighteen on the chart. Genny had obviously planned to get away from the family she was with because she had gone straight to the clinic in Michigan and had the false papers for her benefit already.
She had told the doctor that had seen her that she had been raped repeatedly for several months. She had detto that she didn’t want to press charges, she just wanted to have an HIV and STD test and put it all behind her. When the lab had run her tests, they had done a standard pregnancy test along with them, it had come back positive.
Cuddy went through all of the prenatal check ups and the birth records, finding out that everything had gone quite smoothly. She even found a copy of Leo’s birth certificate. Leopold Nathaniel Gracen had been born at six twelve in the morning on March thirteenth, 2003 at Mercy General Hospital. He had weighed six pounds, five ounces, and was twenty two inches long. He had also apparently been born with a small amount of straight black hair.
She read through his descrizione a few times before moving on. She had all of his well-baby check ups and everything from Genny’s postnatal appointments. As she was going along, everything seemed to look good, she might even say great. That was until she came to a file from January 2004. It had been started on the fifteenth with Leo seeing a pediatrician. He had had a fever of one hundred point two for the past thirty six hours and had been vomiting when he ate for nearly nine. The doctor had diagnosed Leo with a small bug and dato Genny a low, one dose antibiotic to be dato to Leo.
The successivo page came from the Mercy General Emergency Room. It stated that on January sixteenth, at three thirty am, Leo had been brought in. He had been in a coma and was running a fever of one hundred and four. The had done everything they could, but nearly two and half hours after his arrival he had gone into cardiac arrest. His time of death had been called as January sixteenth, 2004, at six thirteen in the morning. He had been exactly ten months and three days old.
The lab reports on Leo had come in a few hours later. They had indicated that he had contracted a rare blood infection even with his immunizations. He had gone septic and all of his major organs had shut down, one da one. If the first doctor had done his job properly and written Genny off as some young, first time mother with the jitters, Leo would probably still be alive. Cuddy could now understand Genny’s hatred of doctors and didn’t blame her one bit for being wary.
Cuddy closed the file and laid it on her scrivania, reception with the others. She couldn’t help the tears that were streaming down her cheeks now. She sat back in her chair and placed her hands protectively over her growing stomach, rubbing small circles there. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there with her eyes closed, but when her phone rang she was startled. She took a deep breath, calming her pounding heart, and leaned forward, picking up the phone.
“Yes.” she said.
“Dr. Cuddy, there’s a man who says his name is Jaime on the phone for you.” detto the nurse.
“Um, okay.” detto Cuddy, wondering who was calling.
“Hello, is this Dr. Cuddy?” came a deep voice.
As soon as Cuddy heard his voice she remembered who Jaime was. Genny’s dance partner from the studio, the highly attractive one. She wondered why he would be calling her.
“Yes, this is Dr. Cuddy, how did te know who I was?” asked Cuddy.
“Genevieve mentioned your name a few times the giorno te came to the studio.” detto Jaime.
“Oh, is there something I can help te with?” asked Cuddy.
“Yes, I was wondering if te knew anything about Genevieve.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” detto Cuddy.
“Well, she canceled her classes yesterday and we were supposed to practice today. She never showed up and when I went to her apartment she didn’t answer. I was just wondering if she was okay.” detto Jaime.
“Well, I haven’t seen her since the giorno I came by, but thank te for calling. I’ll try and get in touch with her.” detto Cuddy.
“Thank te Dr. Cuddy, if te find anything out, please let me know.” detto Jaime, hanging up.
Cuddy placed the phone back into the culla and hit the speaker phone button, quickly dialing House’s pager and leaving him a message to call her.
As she was grabbing her cappotto and borsa her phone rang and she picked it up.
“What’s up?” asked House.
“It’s Genny, something is wrong. I’m going to her apartment.” detto Cuddy.
“I’ll drive.” detto House, hanging up.
Cuddy was almost certain she had found her daughter, and was determined to help Genny, even if it turned out she wasn’t. She would have to wait until Genny would talk to her again to get consent for a DNA test, and to explain why she wanted the test in the first place, and that could be a long time. Still, she felt compelled to help this poor girl, no matter who she was.
As she pulled back into her spot at the hospital her pager went off. She shut the car off and looked at the page, it was Greg, not House, paging her. She was glad he wanted to see her right now, because she was going to need House’s help with Genny and she needed to be able to talk to Greg about this. So she threw her pager in her purse, grabbed it, and headed for her office, knowing that’s where he’d paged her from.
Cuddy walked into her office and found House sitting in her chair.
“I need to talk with you.” detto Cuddy, hanging up her cappotto and going to sit on her scrivania, reception in front of House.
“Really? Because I need to talk to te too, hence the page.” detto House.
“Right, I figured. First I have a domanda for you.” detto Cuddy.
“Shoot.” detto House.
“Why didn’t te tell me that te had seen Genny and dato her antibiotics?” asked Cuddy.
“I had my reasons, that’s why I paged you.” detto House.
“Wait, te actually remembered a patient da name, how is this possible?” asked Cuddy.
“I remember who she is because she’s your kid.” detto House.
“How…you could tell just…I don’t know anything for sure.” detto Cuddy.
“I do.” detto House, holding up a sheet of paper.
“What…you…” detto Cuddy, taking the paper from House and looking at it.
“As soon as I saw her I knew. After she left I called the lab and ordered the test. It’s one hundred percent positive that te are her mother.” detto House.
Cuddy couldn’t say anything, just stare at the paper in her hand with her other hand over her mouth. One tear rolled down her cheek and hit the paper, leaving an opaque spot. Another soon followed it, following the same trail.
“Lisa.” detto Greg, placing a hand on her knee.
She had assumed that Genny was her daughter, and she knew that Genny needed help, but actually seeing it on the paper. Having proof that this was really her child that was having such problems, it just made it all the più real. This just furthered her feeling that she needed to help Genny.
“Ya.” detto Cuddy, putting the paper down on her scrivania, reception and wiping away the moisture on her face.
“You alright?” asked House, not understanding all of the reasons Cuddy was crying.
“I will be, Genny’s what I wanted to talk to te about. I went to see her today.” detto Cuddy.
The successivo ora was spent on the divano in Cuddy’s office, Lisa and Greg talking. She told him about the scars she had seen on Genny’s arms, and her visit to her studio and apartment. Lisa did most of the talking and Greg just listened, as she poured her cuore and brain out. At the end of the talk they came up with a short term plan to start helping Genny.
The plan began with Cuddy getting all of Genny and Leo’s medical records, and House putting in a call to a couple of doctors that owed him a favor.
It took almost a week to track down all of the medical files, but once Cuddy had them, she read them in a matter of hours.
Cuddy decided to start with the files from when Genny became Gracen, instead of Strholm.
The first one she looked at was from when Genny was sixteen, it detto eighteen on the chart. Genny had obviously planned to get away from the family she was with because she had gone straight to the clinic in Michigan and had the false papers for her benefit already.
She had told the doctor that had seen her that she had been raped repeatedly for several months. She had detto that she didn’t want to press charges, she just wanted to have an HIV and STD test and put it all behind her. When the lab had run her tests, they had done a standard pregnancy test along with them, it had come back positive.
Cuddy went through all of the prenatal check ups and the birth records, finding out that everything had gone quite smoothly. She even found a copy of Leo’s birth certificate. Leopold Nathaniel Gracen had been born at six twelve in the morning on March thirteenth, 2003 at Mercy General Hospital. He had weighed six pounds, five ounces, and was twenty two inches long. He had also apparently been born with a small amount of straight black hair.
She read through his descrizione a few times before moving on. She had all of his well-baby check ups and everything from Genny’s postnatal appointments. As she was going along, everything seemed to look good, she might even say great. That was until she came to a file from January 2004. It had been started on the fifteenth with Leo seeing a pediatrician. He had had a fever of one hundred point two for the past thirty six hours and had been vomiting when he ate for nearly nine. The doctor had diagnosed Leo with a small bug and dato Genny a low, one dose antibiotic to be dato to Leo.
The successivo page came from the Mercy General Emergency Room. It stated that on January sixteenth, at three thirty am, Leo had been brought in. He had been in a coma and was running a fever of one hundred and four. The had done everything they could, but nearly two and half hours after his arrival he had gone into cardiac arrest. His time of death had been called as January sixteenth, 2004, at six thirteen in the morning. He had been exactly ten months and three days old.
The lab reports on Leo had come in a few hours later. They had indicated that he had contracted a rare blood infection even with his immunizations. He had gone septic and all of his major organs had shut down, one da one. If the first doctor had done his job properly and written Genny off as some young, first time mother with the jitters, Leo would probably still be alive. Cuddy could now understand Genny’s hatred of doctors and didn’t blame her one bit for being wary.
Cuddy closed the file and laid it on her scrivania, reception with the others. She couldn’t help the tears that were streaming down her cheeks now. She sat back in her chair and placed her hands protectively over her growing stomach, rubbing small circles there. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there with her eyes closed, but when her phone rang she was startled. She took a deep breath, calming her pounding heart, and leaned forward, picking up the phone.
“Yes.” she said.
“Dr. Cuddy, there’s a man who says his name is Jaime on the phone for you.” detto the nurse.
“Um, okay.” detto Cuddy, wondering who was calling.
“Hello, is this Dr. Cuddy?” came a deep voice.
As soon as Cuddy heard his voice she remembered who Jaime was. Genny’s dance partner from the studio, the highly attractive one. She wondered why he would be calling her.
“Yes, this is Dr. Cuddy, how did te know who I was?” asked Cuddy.
“Genevieve mentioned your name a few times the giorno te came to the studio.” detto Jaime.
“Oh, is there something I can help te with?” asked Cuddy.
“Yes, I was wondering if te knew anything about Genevieve.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” detto Cuddy.
“Well, she canceled her classes yesterday and we were supposed to practice today. She never showed up and when I went to her apartment she didn’t answer. I was just wondering if she was okay.” detto Jaime.
“Well, I haven’t seen her since the giorno I came by, but thank te for calling. I’ll try and get in touch with her.” detto Cuddy.
“Thank te Dr. Cuddy, if te find anything out, please let me know.” detto Jaime, hanging up.
Cuddy placed the phone back into the culla and hit the speaker phone button, quickly dialing House’s pager and leaving him a message to call her.
As she was grabbing her cappotto and borsa her phone rang and she picked it up.
“What’s up?” asked House.
“It’s Genny, something is wrong. I’m going to her apartment.” detto Cuddy.
“I’ll drive.” detto House, hanging up.
