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 majibu Genny had aliyopewa 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.” alisema Cuddy, hanging up her kanzu, koti and going to sit on her dawati in front of House.
“Really? Because I need to talk to wewe too, hence the page.” alisema House.
“Right, I figured. First I have a swali for you.” alisema Cuddy.
“Shoot.” alisema House.
“Why didn’t wewe tell me that wewe had seen Genny and aliyopewa her antibiotics?” asked Cuddy.
“I had my reasons, that’s why I paged you.” alisema House.
“Wait, wewe actually remembered a patient kwa name, how is this possible?” asked Cuddy.
“I remember who she is because she’s your kid.” alisema House.
“How…you could tell just…I don’t know anything for sure.” alisema Cuddy.
“I do.” alisema House, holding up a sheet of paper.
“What…you…” alisema 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 wewe are her mother.” alisema 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.” alisema 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 zaidi real. This just furthered her feeling that she needed to help Genny.
“Ya.” alisema Cuddy, putting the paper down on her dawati 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 wewe about. I went to see her today.” alisema Cuddy.
The inayofuata saa was spent on the kitanda 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 moyo 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 alisema 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 alisema 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 description 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 aliyopewa Genny a low, one dose antibiotic to be aliyopewa to Leo.
The inayofuata 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 kwa 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 dawati 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.” alisema the nurse.
“Um, okay.” alisema 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 wewe know who I was?” asked Cuddy.
“Genevieve mentioned your name a few times the siku wewe came to the studio.” alisema Jaime.
“Oh, is there something I can help wewe with?” asked Cuddy.
“Yes, I was wondering if wewe knew anything about Genevieve.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” alisema 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.” alisema Jaime.
“Well, I haven’t seen her since the siku I came by, but thank wewe for calling. I’ll try and get in touch with her.” alisema Cuddy.
“Thank wewe Dr. Cuddy, if wewe find anything out, please let me know.” alisema Jaime, hanging up.
Cuddy placed the phone back into the utoto and hit the speaker phone button, quickly dialing House’s pager and leaving him a message to call her.
As she was grabbing her kanzu, koti and mfuko wa fedha, mfuko 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.” alisema Cuddy.
“I’ll drive.” alisema 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.” alisema Cuddy, hanging up her kanzu, koti and going to sit on her dawati in front of House.
“Really? Because I need to talk to wewe too, hence the page.” alisema House.
“Right, I figured. First I have a swali for you.” alisema Cuddy.
“Shoot.” alisema House.
“Why didn’t wewe tell me that wewe had seen Genny and aliyopewa her antibiotics?” asked Cuddy.
“I had my reasons, that’s why I paged you.” alisema House.
“Wait, wewe actually remembered a patient kwa name, how is this possible?” asked Cuddy.
“I remember who she is because she’s your kid.” alisema House.
“How…you could tell just…I don’t know anything for sure.” alisema Cuddy.
“I do.” alisema House, holding up a sheet of paper.
“What…you…” alisema 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 wewe are her mother.” alisema 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.” alisema 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 zaidi real. This just furthered her feeling that she needed to help Genny.
“Ya.” alisema Cuddy, putting the paper down on her dawati 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 wewe about. I went to see her today.” alisema Cuddy.
The inayofuata saa was spent on the kitanda 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 moyo 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 alisema 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 alisema 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 description 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 aliyopewa Genny a low, one dose antibiotic to be aliyopewa to Leo.
The inayofuata 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 kwa 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 dawati 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.” alisema the nurse.
“Um, okay.” alisema 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 wewe know who I was?” asked Cuddy.
“Genevieve mentioned your name a few times the siku wewe came to the studio.” alisema Jaime.
“Oh, is there something I can help wewe with?” asked Cuddy.
“Yes, I was wondering if wewe knew anything about Genevieve.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” alisema 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.” alisema Jaime.
“Well, I haven’t seen her since the siku I came by, but thank wewe for calling. I’ll try and get in touch with her.” alisema Cuddy.
“Thank wewe Dr. Cuddy, if wewe find anything out, please let me know.” alisema Jaime, hanging up.
Cuddy placed the phone back into the utoto and hit the speaker phone button, quickly dialing House’s pager and leaving him a message to call her.
As she was grabbing her kanzu, koti and mfuko wa fedha, mfuko 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.” alisema Cuddy.
“I’ll drive.” alisema House, hanging up.
