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[l_cuddy_md]

Cuddy took one last quick glimpse in the mirror to make sure she was presentable before leaving her room. Her hair was still a bit damp from her morning swim, but otherwise she looked reasonably put together. And that was saying something these days. She'd gotten herself into such a mess, started to even lose her sense of who she was. Some of that undeniably had to do with House and the uncertainties of their relationship, but not all of it. A lot of it was her captivity and the way the whole situation had been insidiuously eating away at her.

Having recognized the damage, she was now taking steps to combat it. She was taking steps, small ones possibly, to shore up her battered psyche. She couldn't control the hotel, she couldn't control House, but she could and would take control of herself.

One way she was taking control was by not letting herself get so wrapped up in her own problems that she became isolated. A problem that Wilson apparently hadn't been able to avoid. So dragging Wilson's ass out for breakfast would be killing two birds with one stone. She just hoped she wouldn't have to literally drag Wilson's ass anywhere.

Several minutes of pounding at his door got no response, which didn't necessarily mean he wasn't in there. Still, she didn't want to cause a scene until she'd investigated other possibilities. So she headed downstairs and began searching the public areas of the hotel.