Chapter 6

I am so proud of myself. I'm actually getting my chapters up faster than I have lately.

Ummm, I know last chapter was quite full of Mary, but this one is also.

The whole family will be at the hospital in this one :P

Oh, and Happy American Thanksgiving Everyone who lives in the U.S.

Please R/R

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Mary looked around the ER. She saw nurses walking around frantically around Charlotte trying to make sure she was O.K. The woman who ran into Mary's car was laying in a bed with Cameron hovering over her, putting sutures in her forehead.

She found herself limping towards the woman, she had questions. The woman looked worried, very worried. Her dark brown eyes were desperately trying to even see what was in front of her or trying to see the doctor putting sutures in her head. That must be scary. Not being able to see in front of you.

Mary surveyed the woman's injuries. A broken arm, most likely broken ribs, probably a concussion, cuts on her face, and a bruise where her seatbelt was. Looking down, Mary had to have her pant leg cut off; she had needed sutures in her left leg. Currently to was using a crutch to get around. Mary also had a few broken ribs. She protested when Kutner asked her to take her shirt off to examine her better. All the noise she had made caused Lisa to come over and finish her examination.

"I'm telling you I can't see!" the woman yelled at Cameron once again.

"Ma'am, I'm not going to ask you again, keep your voice down," She didn't want anybody else to be afraid. Or possibly think doctors in the ER were torturing their patients.

The woman continued throwing fits, that's when Mary decided to intervene, "Look, Dr. Cameron told you to ." The woman looked at Mary horrified, "I also believe you when you say 'I can't see what's in front of me doctor,"' she mocked, "Trust me, we will give you an MRI," with that she turned as quickly as she could with a crutch and headed to the fourth floor.

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"How did this happen? Why was she even out of the house?" Lisa paced back and forth in Greg's office, worried about their daughter. Greg had asked her to leave because he didn't want her to stress the baby too much.

Greg sighed, "Kutner called her and told her we have a case."

She spun around, "Do you?"

He nodded his head, "Yes, thirty-eight year-old woman, she fainted while walking into work."

She looked over at him, "Any ideas?"

"Nada," he looked out his window spotting Mary limping down the hall, "I need my fully team for that," he limped over and pulled open his door ushering Mary inside and handed her the file.

She carefully flipped through and carefully fingered a page, "I've seen this before, has she been in a foreign country lately?"

"I don't know, I've been waiting for you to do a family history."

"I've only been here for about a minute."

He took a step towards her, "In my office yes, in the hospital no, you've been here for forty-five minutes."

Lisa chose to intervene at this moment "Greg! What has gotten into you?" Sure he argued with his team a lot, but he never lashed out like he did just now.

He looked over at her, his eyes softened, "Nothing, I'm sorry Lise," he limped over to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, comforting his pregnant wife.

The silence broke with one single question, "When are you due?"

Their heads looked up, "What?" Lisa asked perplexed.

Mary pointed at her abdomen, "You're pregnant, when are you due?"

Both Lisa and Greg were in shock, Greg was the first to recover, "This is exactly the reason why I liked her!"

"Wilson hired me."

"I kept you here."

"You haven't answered my question, Lisa. When are you due?"

Lisa smiled and rubbed her belly, "In mid August, I'm already three months along."

Mary nodded her head, "Nice," she then looked back down at the file and flipped through it again, "You've run blood tests already…I think it's Strongyloidiasis," she handed the file back to him,

He looked it over and smiled, "Exactly why I kept you, page Taub, tell him to give the patient ivermectin," he limped out the room.

"Where are you going?"Lisa asked.

"To get our daughter of course," with that Lisa followed him.

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Brenda surveyed the scene in front of her. House was not being a complete ass. Instead he was carrying his little daughter who had tears in her little grey/blue eyes. During the crash some glass cut her arm and left her with a bad cut. Needing sutures. Wilson did his best to numb it for her, but the injection still hurt the small almost three-year-old.

"I need one cherry lollipop," House set her on the counter. She sniffled, "It's for her," he pointed at his daughter.

Brenda looked at the small girl again and sighed pulling out the jar of candies and pulled out one red lollipop and handed it to House. She watched as he unwrapped it and handed it to his daughter. She gratefully took it.

He muttered a quick thank you before Lisa walked out of the bathroom. Lisa walked quickly over to her daughter and took her out of her husband's arms and cooed over her.

Brenda smiled at the sight. House towered over his wife and daughter, his hand on Lisa's shoulder. Lisa holding her daughter tightly to her. Who knew House could actually be good to their former Dean.

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The next morning Mary plopped a file down on the table next to Carla's bed. Hard. Carla was the woman who ran into Mary last night. Carla Whitlock. Mrs. Carla Whitlock.

She jolted awake looking around, "Who are you?" she blinked, she could obviously see now.

"I'm Dr. Todd…you know…the woman you ran into last night?"

Carla shook her head, "I didn't run into anybody last night."

Mary looked at this woman, "How do you explain my injuries?"

"You must have me confused with someone else!"

"You ran into me last night and you claimed to another doctor…and me that you couldn't see."

Carla looked angry…good, "I'm sick! Nobody has believed me! My insurance company thinks I'm faking it. My husband does, my daughter doesn't know who to believe. My son…I can't even drive him to soccer practice anymore. I can't even drive anymore."

Mary shook her head, "You sure were driving just fine last night," she said sarcastically.

"Are you even a doctor?" she was horrified. Mary looked like she could have been a teenager.

"I'm twenty-seven."

Carla shook her head, "That's still too young for my liking."

Mary was getting agitated, "I've been to med school…I've done my internship…I skipped a couple of grades in school. Trust me…I'm very qualified for this job."

"No you're not! You come in here telling me that i-"

Mary interrupted her, "You have memory loss!"

"I do not!"

Mary moved closer to the fifty somewhat year old woman, "Well, I have good news and I have bad news," she moved farther away, "the good news is, I think I know what's wrong with you, the bad news is, no one's ever lived from it."

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I know Mary was in more of it, but I'm going to reveal somethin' about my little OC in the next chapter or so. Also like I said I'm going to change the title. I still don't know what it's gonna be. It's definitely going to exceed 3 years. Please Review, Leigha.