3rd person

Rosie coughed harshly as she looked at her mother's weary eyes. "I'm sorry."

Marilyn shook her head, "You can't control these kinds of things honey."

Her daughter nodded slowly, and her head shot the other way. "What're you looking at?"

"Me?" Marilyn pointed to herself.

"No!" Rosie turned and pointed. "Him," the place she pointed at was empty. Just a big chair. "He's laughing at me. Because I'm sick."

Her mother paused and stared silently, "Honey, there's nothing there."

"Mommy, make him go away!" Rosie narrowed her eyes.

Marilyn got up rapidly, but kept her eyes on her daughter.

Rosie picked up the picture books on the side table, beginning to screech, "I told you to make him go… AWAY!" She threw the books at the empty chair.

"Help! Please!" Marilyn shouted out the door, crying in a state of panic.

Down the hall, House and Wilson heard her screaming. They scampered down as fast as they could with Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub trailing behind them.

Rosie went into a state of mass hysteria, screaming, kicking, and breathing heavily.

Thirteen responded first, running to the little girl's aid, "It must be a reaction to the drugs."

"That's impossible," Foreman looked at the monitor. "We checked on her two hours ago!"

House looked panicked and went over to the girl. Marilyn cried desperately while the doctors tried to save the small girl.

"Get her out of here, Wilson!" House shouted at his friend to remove the mother from the room.

"What?!" she pulled forward. "She's my daughter! You can't do that!"

House didn't look at her, "Yes I can! Wilson!"

Wilson placed his hand on Marilyn's shoulder, "You better go."

"But this is my daughter, I can't leave her!"

Somehow, Wilson managed to coax her out of the room while the others went to work.

************

House leaned on the cold window of the car. Wilson glanced at him slowly every so often.

"It doesn't make sense…."

"What's wrong with you?" Wilson asked grouchily. "You normally think you know everything."

House didn't respond, but instead pushed himself away from the window. "Pull over."

"What?!"

"Pull over."

Wilson did as he was told and let his friend get out. "What're you-"

Too slow. House had already bee lined for the dome like structure off in the distance.

Of course, the crippled doctor knew what he was doing. He came to the door and thrust it forward. A man of short stature came toward him. "I'm sorry, I was just about to lock up right now."

House didn't stop, "Are you aware that one of your players is in the hospital right now?"

"Yeah, Rosie. Is she okay?" the man crossed his arms.

House ignored the man and walked into the area marked 'Employees Only'. The room was long, stacked high with equipment. He scanned the shelves while he looked for one thing in particular.

"Sir, you can't come in here," the man nervously reprimanded him.

"What do you put in your water coolers?" House picked up several things and slammed them back down.

The man, Coach Morgan, followed quietly, "It switches every game."

"Well, what about the game Rosie was playing?" House frowned. "What about that?"

"That was Saturday…" Coach Morgan contemplated. "Fruit punch…"

House smiled slowly and dropped the items in his hand, "Thank you, now was that so hard?"

As he began to leave the coach asked, "What're you, her father?"

House froze in his tracks.

"I've never met her father. I thought Marilyn and him were divorced or something."

House turned around.

"Of course, what would I know?"

House bit his lip, "Yeah, I…. am her father."

"You look alike, you and Rosie," Coach Morgan gestured to House.

*************

"We overdosed a five year old," House leaned his chin on his cane. "It was the friggin' fruit punch, not blood."

"House," Taub held out his hand. "How did you not notice that?"

House didn't respond, but instead clicked his tongue quickly. Then, with a flick of his hand he spoke, "I got it."

"Got what?" Thirteen rubbed her eyes.

The doctor breathed through his teeth, "Furrier's Lung. They have a cat, little girls and cats aren't the best combination. Go test. I will guarantee you."

They all did as they were told as House felt proud of his newest accomplishment. And now to live up to it.

Stepping forward to the window, he slammed his cane onto the ground, and dug his fingernails into the wood. There were serious issues he had to think about. Rosie, Marilyn, his job, secrets…

The list went on. In what seemed like a second, the team was back, confirming House's beliefs.

"Nothing actually was terribly wrong with her…" Kutner laughed solemnly.

"Yes, and who was right?" House limped into his office.

*************

Marilyn quietly hovered down the hallway. She had been ecstatic finding that Rosie was going to be okay. There was just one thing left to do.

House sat at his desk, currently on hiatus from his job. He looked up and found the young woman standing before the door.

She didn't dare go in, but instead breathed onto the glass and wrote 'thanks'. Her hair seemed tattered from the stressful couple days, and her eyes were worn from staying awake.

You're welcome… House thought before smiling slightly and nodding.

Marilyn grinned. They didn't need to say anymore for now.