After seeing the commotion going on by his son's room, House dropped his cane and rushed towards the room, paying no attention to the shots of pain his leg was receiving from going so fast. All he cared about was getting to his little boy and finding out what was going on.

When House got to the doorway, he was struck with a fear he'd never felt before in his life. "His son was gasping for breath as he was being tended to by a bunch of nurses. "Logan!"

Cuddy, who had been right behind House made her way into the room. "What's going on?"

"We're not sure. I came to check on him and he was having trouble breathing. He was also holding his chest like it hurt him and his blood pressure had dropped considerably," One of the nurses said.

"Page Doctor Wilson now," Cuddy ordered before grabbing a nearby oxygen mask and placing it around the boy's mouth and face.

Logan began to freak out more as the mask was placed around him. He was obviously not used to the object.

House made to Logan's side and placed a hand on his head. "Logan, it's okay. Daddy's here."

One of the nurses pushed him back. "Doctor House, you need to stay back."

"Daddy's right here, Logan. You're going to be okay," House said. He prayed to God that he was right. He couldn't lose Logan. It would destroy him.

"Doctor Cuddy, Doctor Wilson is in surgery at the moment," one of the nurses said.

"Then get me the oncologist covering his patients," Cuddy said. She then noticed that there was a drug dripping into Logan's IV. She immediately disconnected the IV. For all she knew, the medication was creating the problem. "Get me some Epinephrine."

"Wait, you think it's an allergic reaction? He's been on those drugs for days," House said. The drug Cuddy mentioned was used to treat anaphylactic shock, which was caused by an allergy, but the only thing Logan could've come in contact with to cause that were the chemo drugs and he'd had no adverse effects to those thus far.

Cuddy didn't get to respond because at that moment, Logan stopped flailing. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he lost consciousness. "Damn it, he's not breathing Starting CPR."

"No, no, no! Logan!" House yelled in fear.

"Sir, you need to wait outside," a nurse who obviously didn't know House said.

"Like hell! Logan! Cuddy, you gotta help him. Please help him!" House begged.

Cuddy tried very hard not to be affected by House's pleas, but it was really hard. The amount of desperation that was in his voice was scaring her. She'd never heard him like this before. Still, she had to ignore it. She had a job to do. She couldn't focus on anything else but the child in front of her.

"Epinephrine, Doctor Cuddy," a nurse said before handing Cuddy a syringe.

Cuddy immediately stopped compressions and injected the drug into Logan's right thigh. She then grabbed a stethoscope and checked the boy's breathing. She sighed in relief after a minute. "Got breath sounds."

House let out the breath he was holding in and pushed his way to his son's side. He sat down and pressed his head lightly against Logan's. "Thank God. It's okay now, buddy. You're gonna be okay.

"He is, House. He should be fine. We just have to keep an eye on him and he'll get another dose of Epinephrine in a little while just to make sure. I'm gonna find out how this happened," Cuddy promised. House wasn't wrong when he said the chemo meds shouldn't have taken so long to cause a reaction. Occasionally it did happen after a day or two, but it was very uncommon. Most of the time, allergic reactions happened after the first day.

House nodded without even looking up from Logan. He would care about all of that later. Right now, all he cared about was that his son was okay.

Cuddy walked towards the door and grabbed Logan's file from its slot on her way out. She immediately went through it to see what Logan was given right before the incident. She frowned at what she found.

"Doctor Cuddy, is everything alright?" One of the nurses asked.

Cuddy immediately looked up at her. "Anne, who is the doctor who administered Logan's chemotherapy this morning?"

"Doctor Alvin. Doctor Wilson was already in surgery with his brain cancer patient at that point. I had him paged. He's on his way up now." Nurse Anne said.

"Good. Tell him to come to my office as soon as he gets here. The same with Doctor Wilson when he gets out of surgery," Cuddy ordered before walking away.

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Wilson made it to Cuddy's office about twenty minutes later. He found her there with one of his colleagues in Oncology. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yeah. Have you been apprised of the situation?" Cuddy asked.

"I'm going to say 'no' since I'm not aware of any situation. All I was told was that you wanted to see me," Wilson said.

"One of your patients had an allergic reaction to the chemotherapy," Cuddy asked.

"What patient? Are they okay?" Wilson asked concerned.

"He's stable. It was Logan House," Cuddy said.

Wilson's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my God. I have to…"

"Like I said, he's stable. House is with him," Cuddy said.

"Are you sure it was an allergic reaction? He's been on those meds for days," Wilson said.

"So then you didn't add any new drugs in the last day or so?" Cuddy asked. She'd assumed not, but she had to be sure before she started playing the blame game.

"No, of course not. I had him on the VAC regimen. It's standard for RMS. Why?" Wilson asked.

"Because according to his chart, he was given a dose of Cladribine this morning," Cuddy said as she held out said chart.

Wilson immediately grabbed the chart from her hand. "What, I didn't authorize that."

"I thought not," Cuddy said as she glowered at the other doctor in the room, Doctor Alvin.

Wilson looked up at Doctor Alvin. "You gave my patient Cladribine?"

"I gave him the drugs that were provided to me. If someone gave me the wrong drug…"

"Then it's your responsibility to make sure it's the right one. The child's medications are clearly labelled in the chart and all chemo drugs are labelled as well. You should've made sure they all corresponded. Cladribine isn't even used to treat RMS." Cuddy lectured.

"This is not my fault. I had no way of knowing that those drugs weren't what that child was supposed to have. I trusted what I was given. Tell me you haven't done the same thing, James," Doctor Alvin dared.

"I can do that very easily. I haven't. I always double check so that I can be sure my patients are receiving the best care. It takes an extra two seconds to make sure, but you couldn't be bothered to do that, could you? And because you couldn't be bothered with it, my patient nearly died!" Wilson yelled. It was rare for him to yell, but one of his patients had been put in danger. That alone had him heated, but the fact that it was Logan had him even more angry.

Cuddy sighed. "Wilson, you can go now. Go check on Logan and inform House of what happened. If I need you some more, I'll page you."

Wilson glared at the idiot he was forced to call a colleague for another minute before heading out the door.

Once Wilson was gone, Cuddy turned to Doctor Alvin. "Logan House was alone when he began to suffer from anaphylactic shock. It was one of the rare moments when his father wasn't with him. If a nurse hadn't gone in to check on him, he would've died, and all because of your negligence! That is not something that I'm willing to let go. You're suspended pending a review by the hospital board," Cuddy said.

Doctor Alvin huffed. "You can't be serious."

"I am very serious. A three-year-old child nearly died because of you," Cuddy said. When she thought about what could've happened to that kid, it broke her heart, even more than any other patient. Maybe it was because he looked so much like House. House's reaction had pulled at her heart as well. She couldn't help it. When she saw the fear in his face and heard it in his voice, it got to her. It was the first time she'd allowed herself to see House, her House, since he returned.

"Yeah, right. This isn't because I screwed up. This is because of House. Everyone knows you used to screw him. You're doing this for him. Pretty stupid if you ask me, given that we all know what he did to you," Doctor Alvin said

To her credit, Cuddy showed no reaction to the accusation. "Doctor Alvin, you have until the count of three to get out of my office before I call security."

The other doctor glared at her for another minute before leaving the room.