Wilson made it to the hospital at around seven-thirty the next morning. It was pretty early for him, but he'd been up since about five, so he figured he might as well go into work and get some paperwork done.

Wilson was making his way to the front door when he noticed Cuddy coming toward him from the other direction. "Hey."

"Hi. You're here early," Cuddy said. She came in at this time almost every day, but Wilson didn't usually come in until about eight-thirty.

"Yeah, well, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I thought as long as I was up, I should come in and get a head start on the day," Wilson said.

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep either," Cuddy admitted. She was quiet irritated about it actually. It was the second day in a row that she didn't sleep well because of House.

"Why's that?" Wilson asked already knowing the answer.

Cuddy narrowed her eyes at him. "You know why. You know, I talked to him yesterday."

"Yes, I do. Right after I injected his son with his first round of chemotherapy. Why would you do that, Cuddy?" Wilson asked. He hadn't planned to confront Cuddy about her screaming match with House outside of Logan's room, but now that she was there and they were talking about it, he felt he had to. She was wrong and she needed to know that.

"Maybe because I wanted some kind of closure. Maybe I wanted confront House about what he did. I think I deserve that," Cuddy said.

"Yeah, you do. You will hear me defend what House did. There is no excuse for what he did. He deserves anything you through at him. But not in the environment that you came at him in. Not just a few minutes after his son literally had poison injected into his vein. No matter what House did to you, that was not fair. Not fair to him and not fair to the three-year-old cancer patient laying in a bed just a few feet away.

Guilt immediately displayed on Cuddy's face. She had disrupted that little boy and she knew it. He'd heard his father yell and it upset him. He'd told House that himself. It wasn't her intention to upset the kid. She would never want that. No child should have to pay for the sins of their parents, especially when that child was already suffering so much. "Okay, maybe it wasn't the best place to have it out. Look, I haven't slept well these last couple of days because of House and it's making me angry. I was hoping that finally confronting House would make it better. Obviously it didn't work."

Wilson sighed. "Cuddy, I'm sorry. I know how hard this is for you. I know House being here has brought back memories you've tried hard to forget. I also know you feel like he's gotten away with something. I think you're wrong there though. He lost you and he might just lose his son."

"I…I saw him with that kid. Only for a second, but I saw him. I heard the way he spoke. I'd never heard that tone of voice in him before. With most people he's impatient and intolerable. But with that little boy, he was the picture of calm and understanding. He reassured him and even apologized for having fought with me. It was just so weird," Cuddy said. She was still dumbfounded by it. It was almost like the House that had reassured his son and the one who had been screaming at her seconds earlier were two different people.

"I know. I've seen it too. I'm the one that told you, remember?" Wilson asked.

Cuddy nodded. "I didn't believe you. I still have a hard time believing it. The House I knew could never talk to anyone the way he did that little boy. He couldn't put anyone before himself."

"I don't think that's true. I think he was always capable of it. I think he just needed someone to believe in him. Who better than a child?" Wilson asked before walking away and into the building.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

After settling in for the day, Wilson decided to go check on House and Logan. He'd spoken to one of the nurses who said that Logan hadn't had a good night and then went straight to his room. When he got there, he found House asleep on the bed with Logan lain on top of him. His bad leg was dangling off to the side and he looked very comfortable.

Wilson immediately went over to House and tapped him on the shoulder. "House."

House slowly opened his eyes to see Wilson. He carefully maneuvered himself and Logan so that he wouldn't wake the toddler and stood up from the bed. He immediately groaned when he stood up. His leg hurt like hell. When he wasn't laying in that uncomfortable position, he was waking the floor with Logan as the poor kid cried from how bad he was feeling.

Wilson grabbed House's arm to support him and led him over to the cot he'd had brought in for House the day before. "How long were you sleeping like that? All night?"

"No. Logan spent half the night up sick. When he wasn't throwing up, he was crying from how horrible he felt. I spent hours walking around the room with him trying to get him to sleep. Finally, I laid down and put him on my stomach. Not sure which one of us fell asleep first," House said in as low a voice as possible. He really didn't want his little boy waking up right now.

"I'm sorry, House. I know this has to be really hard for you. I'm afraid it's only gonna get worse. Do you have anyone else that can help lighten the load?" Wilson asked. He was doing everything he could to help House and Logan, but they needed more than just medical help. House needed someone to help him take on the stress of a sick child.

"If I did, don't you think they'd be here?" House asked irritably.

"Where's Logan' mother?" Wilson asked.

"Dead. It was a one night thing. I met her in a bar and we spent the night together. Didn't think about her again for eight months," House said.

"Eight months? Logan was premature?" Wilson asked.

House nodded. "Maddie, that was her name, died giving birth. They couldn't stop her from hemorrhaging."

"How'd you find out?" Wilson asked.

"She got ahold of me about a couple of days before. You know me. I was skeptical. I wasn't going to just accept that her kid was mine. I still went though. I had to. I had to know if he was mine. When I got there, she was dead and Logan was there," House said as he looked over at his little boy.

"I assume you got a DNA test," Wilson said.

House nodded. "And he was mine. It wasn't shocking though. The kid looked like me from the get go. I was still skeptical to take him though. I didn't think I could be anyone's dad."

"But you took him."

"Yeah. As scared as I was, I couldn't just abandon him. I took him and it was the best decision I ever made. He gave me a reason to go on when I felt I had none. Losing him now will put me in a place worse than I was in before. It'll destroy me."

Just then, Wilson's pager went off. He immediately took it out to look at it. "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be back in a few hours to do the Chemo."

"Yay, we get to repeat this all over again," House said sarcastically. He knew it was necessary, but he just hated the pain his son was being put through.

Wilson didn't bother saying anything. He knew there was nothing he could say. He just got up and headed out of the room.