This is my first House Fanfic. I'm feed up with reading House Fics and there are no many Wilson Daughter fics so I though ill add one to make people feel better.
Summary-What if Wilson had a daughter? She has cancer and now her abusive boyfriend is after his revenge.
How could this happen to him again?
First Amber and now Jessica. Jessica was his daughter from an old relationship when was in med school. She was 17 years old and now she was in emergency surgery to help save her ribs. She was having an argument with her boyfriend about how their relationship was going. She broke up within him so he thought he should try to kill her by throwing her in front of a moving car.
With several broken ribs, a desolated shoulder and a broken right arm. Wilson was happy she wasn't dead. Or worse placed on life support. He could not deal with seeing his daughter like Amber. She had a slight concussion, with slight bruising to her skull. The doctors said she will be ok. That there are things that they can do to fix her.
He sat in his office looking at a photograph of her when she with two friends in Spain last summer. He loved that photo. She loved life. Making sure she treasured each moment as if it were her last one. He hated her low life of a boyfriend. He wanted to go and find him and pussy in front of a train to make him feel what his daughter felt she was ran over.
"Wilson". A voice from his office door made him look up. His boss Lisa cuddy was there. She walked over to his table and sat down on one of his chairs.
"Have you heard anything else from the doctors?" She asked.
Wilson has a heavy sigh and he laid the photograph back on the desk." Only what they told me when she came in." He exclaimed walking towards his window. Cuddy just watched him. He was in pain. Like he had to see his daughter like Amber. The injuries were the same.
"Go down and see her. It's been over 5 hours; they said you can see her now." Cuddy exclaimed standing up and walking to the door to go home.
She began to open it, but she looked at Wilson. "Have tomorrow off. You need time to be with your daughter." Leaving her oncologist to his thoughts. Wilson stood there for a few minutes. He walked toward his door and walked out. He needed his daughter.
When he arrived at the emergency rooms. He looked through the glass panel. His sweet innocent little girl lay there. All the machines were connected to her. An oxygen mask was over her mouth to help her breath. As he walked in, small tears escaped his eyes.
He walked over to her bead. He sat next to her in a chair. Those purple bruises surrounded her face and body. It made him mentally sick to see her like this. He gently grabbed her hand caressing it. His other hand gently began to move her light blonde hair out of her face.
"Jessie. Sweetheart. Please wake up." His voice was very quiet like almost a whisper. He bent over to her and laid a small kiss on her forehead. A few rouge tears fell on her. He wiped them away. Lying next to her like he did when he saw amber. He fell asleep. The memories coming back to him.