Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 2~

After walking for about a half an hour, and lots of stares from adults passing by, Gwen finally reached her destination. She was wearing torn jeans, a grey and white striped quarter sleeve top covered by a black jacket, black boots, and the old pink shirt holding her left arm like a sling.

She felt comfortable in the new environment as she made her way towards the front desk.

"Hello. I broke my arm last night…so, I need to fill in some forms, right?" She asked as she stood on her tip-toes to see over the counter. The head nurse looked at her up and down.

"Yes, but we need a parent or guardians signature. How old are you?" She asked as he handed over a folder and pen.

Gwen snatched the folder and pen from the woman's grasp and walked away.

Name: Gwen McClain…Age: eight…Birthday: August 28, 2000. These things are pointless…Parent/Guardians Signature…great. Gwen glanced around the waiting room, and couldn't stop the smirk appearing on her face.

"Here you go." Gwen said as she held the folder out to the grumpy nurse.

Glancing back, she mouthed a 'Thanks' to the young blonde lady in the red shirt, who nodded in response.

"Dr. Cameron can see you in Exam Room 3." The nurse told her flatly.

"Thanks." Gwen turned around and walked towards the exam room, and opened the door hesitantly.

Cuddy was sitting in her office with lots of paperwork to be done. She had no intentions of looking through them, however. Instead, she was looking through a small box which she hid in the bottom drawer of her wooden desk. She was torturing herself by analysing each picture she picked up as it increased the amount of tears that were building up behind her sad eyes. Pictures of a little girl with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile stole the spotlight of each picture. They were pictures of the little girl on her birthday, first day of school, and miscellaneous ones that showed her daily life.

Leaving her daughter with her mom was a good idea…at least that is what she thought until the letters and pictures stopped coming. A tear dropped on a picture of the little girl lying down with a golden retriever. They were positioned in front of a nicely decorated Christmas tree and the three year old girl was wearing a bright red Santa hat resting over her light brown curls. That was the last picture Cuddy would receive of her little girl. Why did you have to leave me? Cuddy thought as the tears started flowing freely.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Allison Cameron. How are you?" Cameron asked cheerfully as she looked through the folder.

"I'm good, I guess." Gwen mumbled as she looked around the clean and sterile room. There was a scale in the corner, and medical charts on the walls and the patient bed against the wall. Besides that, the room was pretty empty.

Jumping onto the patient bed, Gwen looked up at Cameron expectantly.

"It says here that your arm is broken. May I take a look?" Cameron asked as she gestured towards her left arm, which was held up by the pink shirt.

"Sure…" Gwen nodded as Cameron started taking the pink shirt off carefully.

"How and when did you hurt your arm?" The doctor asked as she started inspecting the broken arm.

"Last night… I-I…fell down." Gwen said, averting the young ladies eyes.

This doesn't sound right…Cameron thought while eying the young girl.

"Ok, well we need to get an x-ray done to see how bad it is, and you will probably need a cast." Cameron told Gwen as she wrote some notes down in the file, "Once the information is checked over, we will give you a call. It will probably be later on tonight. In the meantime, I will put your arm in a sling."

"NO! I mean…can't I just get a cast now? I don't need an x-ray, do I?" Gwen asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, but the break looks pretty bad. We need to do the x-ray." Cameron said as she tried to read the young patients face to see her emotions.

"Can I stay here after the x-ray or something? If I go home…Lena and Mike will find out, I will be in trouble, and I won't be able to come back and get the cast." Gwen asked quickly.

"Whoa, slow down. Why can't you go home?" Cameron asked full of concern.

"Nothing. It's fine. Just, don't expect me to come back here anytime soon. My foster parents won't let me." She mumbled the last part as she jumped of the bed, "Thanks for trying to help me…"

Cameron gently grabbed her right shoulder causing the girl to flinch, "Gwen, if something is wrong you can tell me. You can trust me not to tell anyone else. There is a thing called doctor-patient confidentiality. I am not legally allowed to tell others what you told me."

Gwen looked up at her and whispered, "Even if I did tell you, there is nothing you can do about it."

"Are you being abused?" Cameron whispered, afraid of the answer.

Gwen looked away and did not move.

"Stay here, I will be right back." Cameron said as she walked swiftly out the room.

"Dr. Cuddy?" Cameron poked her head from behind the Dean of Medicine's office doors.

Cuddy dropped the photo into the box and looked up in shock, "Yes…?"

"There is a young girl in Exam Room 3. I think she is being abused. She doesn't deny it, and doesn't want to go home."

"I will be right there." Cuddy said as she started putting pictures and letters back into the box. Cameron nodded and closed the door behind her.

A/N – I posted now…at another cliffy (haha) so that I can work on the next chapters for my other stories…cause I know you all want me to update ASAP :)