Cuddy sat in her office, talking with her younger children over a private video feed. She was glad they hadn't truly understood the recent danger and were kept safe in the hotel. Still, there was that small tug of guilt at having spent most of her time in medlab, being ready for a large surge of combat injuries that fortunately hadn't arrived. There'd been a few patients though; currently there was this new Miguel. Just as she finished her chat with her children, a beep sounded, letting her know that he was awake.
Cuddy walked into Miguel's room, slowly and calmly. She didn't want to startle him. Whatever he'd done or who he'd allied with - didn't matter at the moment. He was her patient now. "Good morning. I'm Dr. Cuddy."