Dr. Cuddy MD (i_wantlove) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-01-20 15:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | james wilson, lisa cuddy |
When Lisa woke she found herself in unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets her legs were tangled in looked the same, her pillows smelled the same and indeed the way the light filtered through the blinds of her (was it hers?) bedroom was the same; but nothing felt the same. An unsettled coil wrapped itself around her stomach as the woman blinked awake; she was already wary of the dawn. The air was crisp in the house, and though her walls were the same color, and the clothing she draped over the back of the chair was the same she had tossed aside the night before...well, it wasn't home. She sat up quickly, her feet falling lightly across the carpet as she went from her room to the nursery. The painting there should've been done, the walls should've been a solid yellow by now but they weren't. A sharp pang of fear rippled through the doctors body and she made her way back to her room, tugging on the clothes that had been laid out to replace the pajamas she had donned before sleep. Lisa found herself becoming more rattled by the second; perhaps she had only dreamed of her ability to become a foster-parent. Maybe it was some cruel trick. Her wavy, dark hair fell in soft, sleepy curls just past her shoulders as she slipped into a red sweater and the pencil skirt she thought matched it best. Feet slid snuggly into heels just short enough to maintain their air of elegance and she moved to the front door.
It just wasn't right, something wasn't right. She didn't even bother to stop for coffee. The house was the same, her keys were in the same place, her purse tucked away just as it had been when she had gone to bed. Of course, Lisa could hope that she was just having some sort of strange panic attack, but that throbbing worry in the pit of her stomach lead her to believe that she wasn't. Indeed, as soon as slim fingers turned the knob and revealed the world outside it was clear to her that something strange had happened. Her house seemed to have been altered ever so slightly inside...in order to exclude the baby, it seemed, yet everything outside her door was different. Her mouth fell open, just enough for her lips to form a small, confused and equally as distressed 'o'. Swallowing heavily the woman stepped back inside, shutting the door again and leaning against the wood. She had to breathe. A million thoughts had ushered themselves into her mind and she couldn't catch any of them to try and figure out what was going on. Her chest began to clench painfully and she shut her eyes, fighting back tears at the thought that she had once again lost the child she'd waited such a long time to have. When she opened them again it seemed that the walls of her home were closing in on her. She had to get out, had to go to the one place that she wouldn't feel so constricted.
Which was how she wound up at the hospital. It wasn't that she knew the layout of the City, not at all, in fact she was at a loss for how she had found the building so easily. It was as though her feet had simply known the way, despite the copious amounts of snow and ice that had blocked her path, she had made it there. Her lightly-colored coat was wrapped tightly around her frame, shoes slightly wet from the mess outside, and arms drawn across her middle. This was a hospital, yes, but it wasn't her hospital. Her eyes were burning. If she didn't get some answers soon, some sign that things weren't as screwed up as they seemed, she didn't know what she would do.
Everything had been so right for once, and now the rug had been cleanly ripped from beneath her feet again. She didn't know where she was, or if there was anyone there that would recognize her (at the rate she was going there likely wouldn't be), in fact she looked a bit like a lost child; scared, and incredibly alone.