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That night Sarah and Cuddy were having their annual diagnosing competition. They would turn on Mystery Diagnosis and Diagnosis Unknown on the Discovery Health Channel and bet on the answer. If it was a case that someone was being poisoned they would bet on who was poisoning them. During commercials they would talk.
“Have আপনি started looking at pseudo-parents for your spawn yet,” Sarah asked.
”I got some profiles from social services on the way home,” Cuddy replied wearily.
“Have আপনি looked at them?”
Cuddy sighed heavily.
For a few মিনিট Cuddy remained silent.
“I’m not sure…if I want to do this.”
“Earlier today আপনি were talking about suffering for eighteen years if no one would adopt it.”
”I didn’t want to tell anyone because I’m sick of hearing how wrong I am about everything. I get that I fucked up my life, I don’t need affirmation, nor do I want it.”
“None of this is your fault Cuddy. No one is blaming you.”
“I’m the one who lead him on and then turned him down and then agreed to talk to him in my office alone.”
“You accepted help from him, আপনি didn’t lead him. আপনি would’ve been leading him on had আপনি agreed to go to ডিনার with him even though আপনি are not attracted to him. What were আপনি supposed to do? Marry him?”
“I don’t know.”
Sarah brought her hand to her forehead.
“If আপনি would let me psychoanalyze আপনি অথবা let me refer to আপনি to another psychiatrist I could be of use, but আপনি won’t. আপনি are rendering me useless.”
“God, Cuddy, you. Are not. Fine,” Sarah practically shrieked.
She was standing in front of Cuddy, her expression one of frustration and anger. Never since they had met had Cuddy seen Sarah প্রদর্শনী any emotion whatsoever. Cuddy sat, staring up at her, looking shocked and frightened, like she thought Sarah was going to hit her.
“You aren’t an idiot Cuddy, আপনি have at least some idea of how this is going to end if আপনি don’t do something.”
It ends when আপনি die, the words were emblazoned in Cuddys’ memory forever.
“I am not going to sit here and watch আপনি die. If this is how আপনি want to handle it, when আপনি get to a certain point I will be forced to do something that will make আপনি hate me. আপনি know me enough to know that I’m not fucking around. I will institutionalize your গাধা if it comes to that and I will use force. I’m not afraid to just because আপনি were raped.”
“I’m not psychotic.”
“Enjoy that while it lasts. আপনি keep doing nothing he’s just going to pull আপনি apart piece দ্বারা piece until আপনি can’t be put back together again. Then আপনি will live twenty-four seven in a string of hallucinations and flashbacks forever locked in the torture আপনি are trying so hard to repress.”
“I am not doing nothing,” Cuddy wailed, “I fought him every time he came after me. I testified against him. What has that done for me? I’m pregnant and I spent two weeks in jail.”
“I figured আপনি would fight him every time and I was there when আপনি testified against him. I was talking about something that would end all of this.”
“I don’t know yet, but we can think of something,” Sarah answered wearily.
She had been trying to think of a solution for days. The only way this would end was if Cuddy died অথবা Tritter died and if Tritter died the judge and whoever else was involved would frame Cuddy and get her locked away for the rest of her life, অথবা get her on death row. Probably the later. Unwittingly, she began to pace in front of the couch.
“We are both very good at getting out of seemingly inescapable situations. If neither of us can think of anything than it means that all I can do is persevere and hope he gets bored,” Cuddy ব্যক্ত quietly.
“We’ll think of something,” Sarah replied vehemently.
The doorbell rang interrupting their conversation. Both of them looked at the clock wondering who it could be at this hour. It was possible that it was House, but neither of them made a সরানো for the door. The silence was oppressive and tense, each one of them weighing their need to know everything against their fear. Finally, Sarah walked over to the door and stood on tip-toes to peer through the peep-hole. After what seemed like eternity she flattened her feet looking confused and opened the door.
“What’s going on,” Cuddy asked, unable to take the suspense any longer.
Sarah ignored her and picked up a large white envelope off the stoop and returned to the living room.
“What’s that,” Cuddy asked nervously.
“An envelope,” Sarah replied examining the parcel.
“Well, what’s inside?”
“Let me use my x-ray vision and find out. I don’t know, I haven’t opened the damn thing.”
Sarah turned it over and saw the black scrawl that Cuddy had become all too familiar with.
“Oh boy, I প্রণয় rapist-grams.”
“Shut up,” Cuddy groaned as she brought her hand to her forehead.
Sarah pried the envelope open and took out a large pile of photographs. The one on শীর্ষ was a picture of her and Cuddy in the cafeteria. A red dashed line lead from the window to the back of her head. It was the type of line snipers drew on pictures of their victims to pick the best angle at which to shoot them. The পরবর্তি ten were of her at various points during the দিন with the same red dashed lines. The last one of her was a replica of her hospital ID ছবি with the word deceased stamped across it in red. All of the rest were of Cuddy throughout the day, except the very last one. That one was from a few মিনিট ago, of Sarah pacing in front of the পালঙ্ক and Cuddy sitting there, staring at her in bewilderment.
“Alas, the point of no return,” Sarah muttered.
Cuddy yanked the ছবি out of Sarah’s hand and flipped through them looking horrified.
“This is why I told আপনি to stay out of this.”
“First of all, I have always been aware of the inevitable risk of my life, that would be why I now have a last will and testament. Second, what part of ‘alas, the point of no return’ did আপনি not understand. It was too late for me even before I knew about this simply due to my association with you.”
“Do আপনি not value your life?”
“I প্রণয় my life, but we have always been in things together. I made my choice a while পূর্বে and if it costs me my life so be it.”