Tony really didn't know much about Cuddy aside from the few snippets he'd heard from Remy and the few times he'd spoken to the woman herself. It must be torture to miss someone like that, and to have kids that were always a reminder of them. "Maybe if the will to stay is strong enough, this vortex won't take either of us. And I understand it might be somewhat callous to say, but I hope that neither of us end up like Dr. Cuddy." He regretted saying that the minute he'd spoken the words aloud.
He walked over and picked up the t-shirt he'd draped across the back of a chair then tugged off the scrub shirt to change back into his regular clothes. For some reason, when he normally didn't pay any attention to the large circular scar in the center of his chest, he looked down at it and idly traced it with his fingers. He used to be just like their patient. Scared of the thing in his chest, afraid his life would fade out for whatever reason.