CHAPTER 11

Okay so you all sussed me out, this is what's wrong with Dans leg.

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"So, what have we got here then? I didn't know I had gained two new fellows?" House feigned shock. Taub walked into the conference room pushing a double stroller.

"Childminding problems, Taub?" Chase said smug, sipping his coffee.

"Day Care was closed due to some breakout," Taub grumbled and pushed them in.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I don't see anything in here that suggests 'daycare. " House pretended to seek out something, looking around.

"It's just for one day, House, you can at least get over that." Taub huffed. Foreman nearly spat out his coffee.

"House will never get over anything. He's had a mental notebook made since he was five!" Foreman protested.

"Yeah, I remember that poor guy he got back at and ruined his career 25 years after they had there running in med school." Chase agreed

"Oh, come on, little old me?" House mocked.

The ducklings were about to reply but got interrupted by his cell. He answered before he looked at the ID of the caller. Chase watched intently as Houses face turned from feigned annoyance to worry in seconds.

"Tell the ambulance to bring him to Princeton Plainsboro. I'll be there to meet you at the entrance." House closed off his cell phone and looked up at the now bewildered ducklings. He took control of his facial expression and turned towards Taub.

"Do you know what? I'm feeling nice. Taub, take the rugrats home and for God sake find a babysitter." House turned towards the rest of them. "Go home, sleep. Tomorrow you're working over time." Chase was about to interject but got shooed away by House.

Once they had gone, House nearly ran out the door and went to Wilson's office.

"House, for crying out loud! I have a ..." House cut him off immediately.

"Danny, ambulance, ER now!" House said frantically.

"I'm so sorry but I have a family emergency, I'll ring you to re-arrange." He grabbed his lab coat and ushered the man out.

"What happened?" Wilson stumbled out.

"Something about a broken leg, I need you to clear the ER so that Cameron's out the way and then get Danny up to X-Ray. I sent the ducklings home so they're out of the way." House instructed.

"On it" Wilson and House parted ways, House heading for the ambulance entrance and Wilson heading to the ER. He went up to Cameron.

"Hey, erm Cameron?" Cameron turned towards Wilson with her clipboard. "My nephew is being brought in. He's broken his leg. He's autistic so therefore doesn't like being touched by others. Is it all right for me to deal with this?" Wilson lied through his teeth.

"But it's not protocol." Cameron turned towards him. Damn, she was a stickler for rules.

"Please, Cameron, He will completely freak out." He put on his best impression of puppy dog eyes.

"I was not involved in this." She sternly said and then walked away.

Danny was wheeled in by the paramedics. House lost his control when he saw his son. His frame looked so small compared to the gurney and the orange brace attached all the way up his right leg.

"7-year old boy, broken femur, tachycardic. He'd passed out at the scene." The paramedics clinically said to House.

"It must be the pain. Has he been administered any pain medication?" Wilson asked as he jogged up to them.

"No, we didn't want to risk it since he was so young." They wheeled him into the nearest bay where Wilson attached the oxygen mask and heart rate monitor. House was by his son's side, clutching his hand tightly. Why was he unconscious? It's possible to pass out from pain but he should come round by now. Wilson was thinking the same thing as he examined Daniel. He looked so innocent as he laid there in front of them, completely still. House couldn't take his eyes off him as he stroked his shaggy brown hair. The only thing he could think of right now though was how he needed to take Dan for a haircut.

"House!" Wilson practically had to shout for his attention.

"Huh!" House startled, nearly jumping.

"Does Daniel have any allergies to medication?" Wilson put it bluntly.

"N-no" House struggled to say as he continued to watch over his son.

"I need 2 milligrams of morphine!" Wilson exclaimed to a nurse walking by.

"Hopefully the morphine will reduce the pain he's experiencing and his heart rate and blood pressure will decrease." Right now, House needed to be told exactly what was going on. His head was not in Doctor mode and it was quite obvious to Wilson. Wilson was trying to keep his composure as best as he could. he needed to act as if it wasn't his godson, no. This was just some random patient he had never before seen.

"Dr. House, I need to speak to you regarding Daniel." Out of nowhere, Daniel's school teacher appeared. House gave Wilson a concerned look.

"Go House, you need to find out what happened." House was extremely reluctant to leave Danny but after looking at Wilson, he knew he was getting in the way and it was Wilson's way of telling him to get out.

"I'm sorry Dr. House for disturbing you but I rode with your son in the ambulance. I need you to sign some forms." House all of a sudden grew the strong urge to strangle the woman.

"You took me away from my son so I could sign some forms which mean I won't sue your asses off," House growled. The woman was completely taken aback.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I need you to sign this." The woman stumbled out.

"I'm not signing anything until I know what happened!" House growled.

"We honestly don't know exactly what happened. The break time staff reported that they saw Daniel running around playing tag and then just fell over screaming and clutching his leg." The woman seemed very confused. It was rare for someone to just ... fall over and break something.

"So he tripped over something you morons didn't clear up or a bit of pavement that had been declared a trip hazard and you couldn't be bothered to sort it." To be honest, he didn't really mind signing paperwork saying he won't sue. He earned enough. But it was the principle.

"Erm no, there was nothing that he could have tripped over. It seemed that he just fell clutching his leg like something had snapped when he was running."

"House, he's waking up!" Wilson shouted out. He left the befuddled looking woman and limped quickly into the room.

He took hold of his son's hand and stroked his hair, trying to rouse him from his impromptu nap. "Hey, Danny, can you hear me?" Danny struggled to rise through the fog. "Come on, open your eyes for me." Danny's blue eyes blinked slowly open, trying to focus.

His gaze finally landed on his Dad "Daddy?" He mumbled through the oxygen mask.

"Hey, little man, I'm here." He said softly. He grabbed out his penlight and shined it into Dan's blue eyes. Dan tried to shield his face with his arms but House held it in place at his side.

"You're going to have to be a big, brave boy for me. We're going to go to this really awesome machine where we can see your bones!" He tried to cheer Dan up.

"I'm sleepy, dad," Danny mumbled. He hadn't really understood what his dad had said. It just felt like everything he saw and heard was through cotton wool. Wilson double checked his heart rate and did a concussion test before giving the nod to House.

"Sure, Kiddo," He squeezed Dan's hand as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

"He should be out for a while. The morphine will keep him in a haze." House observed.

"Right, let us get him up to X-Ray." Wilson retook control of the situation. Two orderlies came in and wheeled the gurney. House managed to blackmail the receptionist into letting him skip the queue. House always knew dirty little secrets about people, just in case he needed to ever use them.

"I'm going to sit outside. I'm no use to anyone right now." House admitted. Wilson nodded in agreement.

House sat down outside of radiology wing. Wilson went inside the control booth, He took the X-Ray of Danny's femur and produced the film. He took a quick look to see the damage before House did. Dan was quite happily asleep anyway, dosed up on morphine.

He put the X-Ray on the light box. His face suddenly dropped and his mouth hung open. 'Oh God' he gasped before immediately pulling out his pager.

"CONSULT, X-RAY" Cuddy received on her pager. She was sat at her desk, enjoying her lunch. She left the rest of her sandwich and made her way to the 2nd floor. She entered from the left side, completely missing House sat solemnly on the chair.

She found Wilson in the back room. She saw the techs hovering around somebody but ignored them.

"What's up? You paged for a consult." Cuddy nonchalantly said. Wilson turned towards the X-ray.

"What does this look like?" Wilson asked. Cuddy detected a slight shaking in Wilson's voice.

"You know what this is, Wilson, better than I do." Wilson buried his head in his hands. Cuddy then realized that it was weird for Wilson to even be asking for a consult. It was an obvious diagnosis and this wasn't even her area.

"Why are you asking for a consult, Wilson?" Cuddy questioned. She could sense something was wrong. Very wrong.

"It's Daniel, Cuddy." Wilson breathed through his hands.

"Daniel wh ..." and then it hit her.

Wilson's sense of control turned into complete terror.

"No. no, I'm wrong, Cuddy. It can't be Dan. It can't be!" Wilson shouted hysterically. He had been so cheerful on Sunday, watching the Incredibles with him and House.

Cuddy slipped into administrative mode. She slapped Wilson round the face hard. "Going into hysterics is not going to help, Wilson. We need to tell House and confirm this."

House sat waiting for Wilson to reappear. He had finally calmed himself down. It was just a broken leg. Dan will get a SpongeBob cast and they would be hobbling around together for a few months. It was quite a funny image really. Like father, like son. He was laughing to himself when Wilson finally turned up with Cuddy in tow. When had Cuddy found out?

"Where's Danny?" House questioned, seeing them appear alone. He stood up and walked over.

"We're going to be admitting him so the orderlies are taking him back to the ER bay at the moment." Cuddy finished.

"I guess for the morphine. Makes sense. Well, I'm going back downstairs to see him." House gabled, not allowing Cuddy or Wilson a word in edgeways. House started to move off but was stopped by Wilson.

"House you need to sit down," Wilson said seriously.

"Why are you putting the cancer voice on, Wilson? None of us have cancer." He tried to snark but failed miserably. He was starting to panic.

"Actually, let's go up to my office." Wilson tried to calm the panicking House but failed. It just made him more agitated

"What's going on, Wilson?" House demanded shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Please, House, come to my office." It was more of an instruction than a demand.

"IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU TELL ME!" House nearly screamed.

"We think that Daniel may have cancer!"