One step at a time
Who: Cuddy, open
Where: clinic
What: Cuddy's first day back working in the clinic since the attack
When: Monday, 15 May, late morning
Complete
"Dr. Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up from her desk to see Brenda leaning in the door, a puzzled look on her face.
"You're on the clinic schedule?" Brenda continued hesitantly when Cuddy didn't answer.
"Oh, right." Cuddy glanced at her watch, then began reassembling the budget report she'd spent the last two hours dissecting. "Guess I lost track of time."
Maybe deliberately lost track of time? Cuddy gave herself a little shake as she locked her desk. She refused to play that game, not even with herself. Yes, she was feeling a little anxious about working in the clinic again, but that was stupid. She was fine, everyone was fine, and there were no monsters hiding in the exam rooms. She'd deliberately put herself on the schedule for today so the anxiety couldn't fester and grow. She was a doctor, it was her damn clinic, and she was going to work in it.
"You don't have to do this," Brenda said, almost as if reading her mind. "It's only been...."
"I know exactly how long it's been," Cuddy said tersely. Then she grimaced, because that probably hadn't been the right thing to say to reassure Brenda. Cuddy marched resolutely to the coat rack in the corner and grabbed her lab coat.
"Why don't you let me call one of the other doctors down?" Brenda asked. "Dr. House certainly has plenty of hours to make up."
"I'd rather Dr. House stay away from the clinic," Cuddy said as she shrugged into the lab coat. Brenda blinked, puzzled, but Cuddy definitely wasn't going to explain that statement.
"Okay, you're the boss," Brenda said finally.
"I'm the boss," Cuddy agreed lightly as Brenda turned back toward the clinic desk. With Brenda's attention gone, Cuddy allowed herself a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Then she opened the door and headed toward the clinic.
Where: clinic
What: Cuddy's first day back working in the clinic since the attack
When: Monday, 15 May, late morning
Complete
"Dr. Cuddy?"
Cuddy looked up from her desk to see Brenda leaning in the door, a puzzled look on her face.
"You're on the clinic schedule?" Brenda continued hesitantly when Cuddy didn't answer.
"Oh, right." Cuddy glanced at her watch, then began reassembling the budget report she'd spent the last two hours dissecting. "Guess I lost track of time."
Maybe deliberately lost track of time? Cuddy gave herself a little shake as she locked her desk. She refused to play that game, not even with herself. Yes, she was feeling a little anxious about working in the clinic again, but that was stupid. She was fine, everyone was fine, and there were no monsters hiding in the exam rooms. She'd deliberately put herself on the schedule for today so the anxiety couldn't fester and grow. She was a doctor, it was her damn clinic, and she was going to work in it.
"You don't have to do this," Brenda said, almost as if reading her mind. "It's only been...."
"I know exactly how long it's been," Cuddy said tersely. Then she grimaced, because that probably hadn't been the right thing to say to reassure Brenda. Cuddy marched resolutely to the coat rack in the corner and grabbed her lab coat.
"Why don't you let me call one of the other doctors down?" Brenda asked. "Dr. House certainly has plenty of hours to make up."
"I'd rather Dr. House stay away from the clinic," Cuddy said as she shrugged into the lab coat. Brenda blinked, puzzled, but Cuddy definitely wasn't going to explain that statement.
"Okay, you're the boss," Brenda said finally.
"I'm the boss," Cuddy agreed lightly as Brenda turned back toward the clinic desk. With Brenda's attention gone, Cuddy allowed herself a moment to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Then she opened the door and headed toward the clinic.