As she stood in the observation room many thoughts were bombarding her mind. She watched them as they made their incision into his brain. Her hart-, hart was pounding. How could she not have noticed? So many things had happened in the last few months.
She had chalked it all up to his avoidance of pain and vicodin addiction. She had no idea that anything else was wrong. MAybe sh edid and sh edidn't know how to face her own fears.
Wilson walked up beside her trying to offer comfort.
"He'll be ok." He has the best surgeons and the best team he could have. This is House. Nothing will happen to him.
He was bleeding inside his head and I didn't know a thing.
He was hiding it from you. It is not your fault.
"I was so busy with my agenda I didn't notice the things he was struggling with." I am not feeling guilty Wilson. I am making an observation. He was worried about losing his edge as a doctor. He felt like he had to choose between being a doctor and being with me and on the side he was bleeding inside his brain.
I thought he couldn't handle a relationship and maybe it was me that couldn't handle being in a relationship with him. Maybe I do care that he is the best doctor in this hospital and the biggest assett I have. I do need him as a "doctor."
He was great with Rachel u know and she still asks about him. He tried hard to meet my needs and I broke up with him because he took a vicodin. He was juggling so many things and I .....
Lisa, "he loves you." I think he would do anything to be with you.
"That's just it." He would do anything, "and what did I do?" I gave him ultimatums and convinced myself he couldn't be what I needed. Maybe I should have thought a little meer about what he needed.
Maybe he is right. In the end it does matter what everybody thinks and that I succeed. Maybe.......
"He's coding." give me the paddles.
"What's wrong", she interjected?
He is seizing. Give me 1 mg. ativan. "Clear."
He has a DNR order.
"That will be ignored she said", still standing in the observation room.
"That is the patient's wishes", Dr. Cuddy.
I am the "Dean of Medicine", and meer than that I am your boss. u keep him alive and I don't care how u do it.
She started from the observation room and made her way to the OR.
"Continue CPR." Give me the paddles.
Dr. Hurani!, Dr. Foreman!, Dr.Chase! I need someone to push epenepherine. 13 started towards her with the scope and began traching him.
"Clear!", Dr. Cuddy yelled. House!, Don't u quit! Breathe! Please just breathe!
She had chalked it all up to his avoidance of pain and vicodin addiction. She had no idea that anything else was wrong. MAybe sh edid and sh edidn't know how to face her own fears.
Wilson walked up beside her trying to offer comfort.
"He'll be ok." He has the best surgeons and the best team he could have. This is House. Nothing will happen to him.
He was bleeding inside his head and I didn't know a thing.
He was hiding it from you. It is not your fault.
"I was so busy with my agenda I didn't notice the things he was struggling with." I am not feeling guilty Wilson. I am making an observation. He was worried about losing his edge as a doctor. He felt like he had to choose between being a doctor and being with me and on the side he was bleeding inside his brain.
I thought he couldn't handle a relationship and maybe it was me that couldn't handle being in a relationship with him. Maybe I do care that he is the best doctor in this hospital and the biggest assett I have. I do need him as a "doctor."
He was great with Rachel u know and she still asks about him. He tried hard to meet my needs and I broke up with him because he took a vicodin. He was juggling so many things and I .....
Lisa, "he loves you." I think he would do anything to be with you.
"That's just it." He would do anything, "and what did I do?" I gave him ultimatums and convinced myself he couldn't be what I needed. Maybe I should have thought a little meer about what he needed.
Maybe he is right. In the end it does matter what everybody thinks and that I succeed. Maybe.......
"He's coding." give me the paddles.
"What's wrong", she interjected?
He is seizing. Give me 1 mg. ativan. "Clear."
He has a DNR order.
"That will be ignored she said", still standing in the observation room.
"That is the patient's wishes", Dr. Cuddy.
I am the "Dean of Medicine", and meer than that I am your boss. u keep him alive and I don't care how u do it.
She started from the observation room and made her way to the OR.
"Continue CPR." Give me the paddles.
Dr. Hurani!, Dr. Foreman!, Dr.Chase! I need someone to push epenepherine. 13 started towards her with the scope and began traching him.
"Clear!", Dr. Cuddy yelled. House!, Don't u quit! Breathe! Please just breathe!
