[ @grumpydoctorwithacane ]
“I am not entirely sure how you would like my help, Dr. Cuddy…” Bedelia spoke in a soft voice as she walked alongside the chief of hospital. “It is just not often that I take these kind of cases. I don’t go actively searching for patients nor do I run consults. However, you called me so I assume you have a particular reason for wanting me.” Dr. Cuddy had been very brief with all of the details when she had called the psychiatrist last Friday evening. She had gotten on a plane on Sunday morning and was now standing in the hospital on a Monday morning. “You see it is actually Dr. House’s patient. I am sure that he can fill you in on all the important details. Just please keep in mind that he can be very crass so try not to take anything he says to heart…” Dr. Cuddy had glanced toward her and Bedelia followed her gaze down to her left leg.
“Does Dr. House have issues with amputees?” Bedelia had no real concerns. She had spent a rather long time making excuses and explaining herself. Most of them were lies. Cancer in the leg, it had to go. That was the very carefully fabricated truth that she had repeated over and over until finally it made sense in her own head. Did that mean that Hannibal Lecter wasn’t still constantly in the back of her mind? No, he was still very much there. “No, Dr. House will have no problem with your amputation.” Dr. Cuddy didn’t sound so certain, but Bedelia could handle whatever the man threw her way. The office door opened and she stepped inside. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Dr. House…”
