All in for vindication?

[dr_lisa_cuddy]

[OOC: Directed towards doctorhouse_tm, though is open to all for comments; "you" is used in the general term, not specified term.]Everyone screws up once in a while. If you're a doctor, it's going to happen -- there's no way of avoiding it. You either screw up because you missed something, or because you ran out of time, or you misjudged something. Or, perhaps,

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[doctorhouse_tm]

No, you probably don't.

[dr_lisa_cuddy]

I figured as much, House.

Though, let's just say, hypothetically, curiosity is killing the cat.

[doctorhouse_tm]

Well then, I'd recommend the cat get treated for that curiousity.

Then again, I'm not a vet, what the hell do I know about cats?

[dr_lisa_cuddy]

You're good at getting lucky with making medical guesses; you tell me.

There's An Early Morning Message on Dr. Cuddy's Voicemail.

[misfortony]

It sounds like the person on the other end is pacing, and reeks of someone who has been up all night, not because they are nervous about something, but because they are young and this is something young people frequently do for no particular reason. Usually the internet or television is involved.

Hi. This is, um, a message for doctor Cuddy? Hi. My name is Tony. We talked yesterday about me maybe coming to see you to discuss some-

There's a strange moment of silence.

...Yeah. Some things. And I think that I might want to do that. And you said your door was always open? And I just wanted to make sure that wasn't a, uh, metaphor. My cell phone is x-xxx-xxx-xxxx. I'm pretty much available. Thanks.

[dr_lisa_cuddy]

Arriving at work, a Styrofoam cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand, her handbag on her shoulder and the keys to her office in her other hand, she let herself into her office, crossed the floor to her desk, rounded it to her chair and dumped everything onto her desk. Taking a sip of coffee as she rummaged through her bag for her phone (which she never checked when out of work; only her pager was ever left on in case of emergencies), she flipped it open and punched in the pin to retrieve her voicemail as she sat down at her seat.

A few messages from a solicitor, which she rolled her eyes at; a message from her mother, which she made a mental note to return at lunch time; another message from the same solicitor; and, about to take another sip of her coffee a message from Tony, which completely surprised her -- she halted mid-sip of her coffee to listen.

And I just wanted to make sure that wasn't a, uh, metaphor.What the hell? She pulled the phone from her ear to look at it incredulously before she hit the button to replay the message,

[misfortony]

"Hi. Thanks for calling me back, yeah."

Tony's voice has a strange, hollow ring to it. Like he's just heard some unrelated bad news and is distracted by it. Maybe his goldfish died. Maybe his lacrosse team didn't make it into the finals. Maybe his stepmother just announced that she needed a stiff drink and he was welcome to join her. In the hot tub.

Maybe he just has a headache. He's been getting those a lot lately. It's a side effect of the drug. It's not like he didn't research it.

"I was just going to, um, go to the clinic, but-..."

But then it occured to Tony that he'd have to disclose to some other medical professional that he's been taking an injectable contraceptive...a feminine injectable contraceptive. That he requested. That won't be entirely out of his system for another month. He's not really sure who will be, or who should be in trouble here, but he's decided he'd like as few people as possible involved in his latest humilition, please.

"But then I didn't, because...it didn't go so good last time."

[dr_lisa_cuddy]

Cuddy noticed the distracted way in which the young man talked. She tried to listen with patience, though she couldn't help the look of incredulity that crept across her face. She wanted to ask flat-out what House had done -- he must have done something big to warrant this young man calling her. Though, whatever it was that House did... Cuddy wondered why she hadn't received any complaints earlier. And, really, this kid hadn't even really complained. Not to the point that any breach of ethical practice had occured on House's part, and with the reputation House had, nothing really surprised her anymore.

"Right, I see," she patiently replied, smiling down the phone again, as though smiling professionally would help her to remain professional. "I gathered as much from what you told me the last time we spoke."

She paused, wondering exactly how she could help this kid, if he was phoning her about House. If it was about House at all.

She decided to ask point-blank. "Are you phoning me regarding Dr. House?"

[OOC: Sorry for taking so long