Wilson was a little aggravated when House walked off into the children's cancer ward leaving him alone, but he knew whatever he was doing that it was for the best. Wilson had been instructed to run a MRI the next day. Why? He didn't know. All the tests had been completed and there was nothing to be done other than watch the girl die.

That night he finished paperwork meant for tomorrow, ate left over salad from the cafeteria, and watched some T.V. in the cancer ward's lounge. He finally got fed up at midnight and went to Emily's room.

House was there hugging the girl. Wilson had to do a double take at this act of kindness.

"What are you doing?" Wilson whispered.

"Think to me or you might wake her."

Wilson sighed. "What are you doing to her?"

"Doing what a doctor does best."

"And that is...?"

"Now, Jimmy don't you know?"

'Great he's quizzing me like I'm one of his lackeys.' Wilson thought.

"Heard that."

"Dammit!" With that loud outburst, Emily awoke. Wilson darted behind a curtain while House snickered. She looked around the room and finally focused on House.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Hey," House said. "I want you to go back to sleep, okay?"

"Why were you laughing?"

"Private joke."

"Okay. Night."

"Night."

House sat there until she drifted off. "Wilson, it's safe to come out now. No children will eat you for cursing."

Wilson stepped out from behind the curtain. "You could have gotten me into trouble for that."

House rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like a 38-year-old man is going to get told on to big Mommy Cuddy, because he said a bad word. Now shut-up and give me your answer."

"Um...to what?"

"What do doctors do best?"

Wilson shrugged. "I don't know. Heal?"

"There you go." House stood and straighted his sports jacket. "I just realized that I could still be a doctor this morning when I was talking to Emily. I just can't do surgery the normal way."

"What do you mean 'surgery'? I didn't see any tools laid out for you."

House held out his hands. " Look, they're glowing." He waved his hands, which were glowing a bright white.

"You healed with your hands, and you did surgery with them?"

House began walking off. "Do that MRI tomorrow!" he shouted over his shoulder.

"I thought I didn't need anymore tests, Dr. Wilson." Emily said as she went into the tube.

"Emily, don't talk," Wilson said over the intercom. "This is just a test to see if we got everything right."

"Oh, okay!"

Wilson shook his head at the girl and grinned.

"Look at the frontal lobe."

Wilson spun around to find House, who hadn't seen since the night before.

"Where did you go?"

"Home."

"I went there after you did, but you weren't there."

"No, Wilson. My home:Heaven." House rolled his eyes.

"Oh."

"Do what I said. The tumor is gone."

Wilson looked the screen to find that House was right. He turned to look at House.

Wilson gasped. "You did do 'surgery'."

"I know."

"How?"

"I can't tell. Super, big secret."

"Okay, but how am I going to explain this?"

"Just tell them it shrunk."

Wilson nodded his head and did what House said.

The next day Emily waved good-bye to Dr. Wilson and told her mom and dad all about her new friend. Her parents nodded their heads and said 'yes' and 'uh-hmm', but Wilson knew her friend was real, because he was his friend,too.

Author's Note: Sounds like the end, but it's not! Look for the next chapter soon!

Author's Note 2: If there is something wrong medically, please tell me!