𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

five; seven days

A few months had passed, Christmas slowly turning into New Years until Valentine's Day came along. With the changing of days came the turning of the weather. Vickie was delighted to switch from knitting and crocheting warm sweaters to creating beautiful clothes fit for spring and summer.

Vickie was now wearing a pretty, deep green satin blouse above a pair of black pantsuits and huge green heels with sheep painted on them. She wore her hair down for once, letting her natural curls flow down past her shoulders, though a black hairband with green hearts held strays from getting into her face. Around her neck, like everyday since Christmas, hung a dainty silver necklace with a sun charm that rests just below the column of her throat.

Silently, despite her heels, Vickie sneaked up on the Dean of Medicine in one of the hospital's endless hallways. "What colour do you want?"

Cuddy jumped in shock, still not understanding how Vickie could sneak up on people with heels like that. After a moment of regaining her cool, she asked, "What for?"

Vickie turned the clipboard she held in her hands so Cuddy could see, revealing a sketch of a pretty, almost-finished blazer. "It's supposed to be a birthday present, but I really want to get the colours right."

Cuddy was silent for another moment, touched that Vickie would hand-make her something for her birthday. "I like a light purple."

"Lilac?"

"Yeah."

Vickie followed after the woman into the clinic, already sketching away at her design. The woman barely registered the low voice of her boss as he stood by the pharmacy counter, arguing with the man behind it.

"And what else?"

Cuddy thought for a moment while she swapped files with a nurse at the nurses station. Then said, "Green maybe? Or something gray?"

Vickie hummed and wrote both colours down to consider later when House' voice suddenly rang through the clinic at them. "Your hospital doesn't have my pain medication!"

Cuddy looked to his assistant, who shrugged, before rounding the nurses station and walked over to the pharmacy. She took the phone that the pharmacist was using. "This is Dr. Cuddy, what's going on?"

Cameron, who had already been talking to the diagnostician continued, "The crash didn't cause the bleed."

"Right, the bleed caused the crash. Blood got on the road, it got all slippery," he suddenly started to shout out to the people in the clinic again. "Anyone here got drugs?!"

Vickie, along with all the nurses and patients, jumped at his voice. From the corner of her eye, the Yun woman could see one of the patients that was waiting in the clinic raise his hand.

"Put that down!" She told him before turning back to lean on the nurses station as she watched her boss' situation unfold.

"She saw his blood, she got distracted, and she crashed his dad's Porsche." Cameron said.

"Dad'll love that."

"He was—"

House watched as Cuddy hung up the phone and held out a hand to Cameron, "Don't talk."

"It's gonna be an hour." She told him.

"Well, thank God you took control."

"If you can't wait one hour to get your—"

"Kid's got hemolytic anemia." Said Cameron loudly to take over her bosses.

Both House ans Cuddy look at her, one in intrest and the other in disinterest. "Kid?" Asked the Dean of Medicine. "How old?"