House dropped by room 220 frequently over the next day but each time he was there, he never saw the mother. If he was honest, he didn't even know why he visited the teen but. She grew to be quite chatty and they had similar interests.

"Look, I don't care what you have to say about this Doctor House but blues is hands down the best music genre." She laughed before clicking off the tiny TV. "Nah it is, anyone who disagrees is a moron." Mica rubbed her leg with gritted teeth for awhile before moving it back onto the pillows she had stacked up. "That's your favourite word, no?" The door slid open and cut of the cripples smart reply. "Wow House- you- patient- Hi I'm Doctor Wilson..." he stumbled in and she snorted. "Hi. Wait wait, don't tell me why your here," she turned to House "He the wonder boy oncologist?" Wilson was dumbfounded and Mica shrugged "You have that air of caring Dr House told me about. I can practically smell it." That caused the older doctor to chuckle huskily from the corner. "I wouldn't worry too much- I was here to pick up House"

"Uh oh" The teen chuckled and the two men trailed away. She picked up a pillow from behind her and whimpered into it. In reality the patient had been in white hot agony for the last few days but she didn't want to make anyone hear or suffer through it with her and she luckily had enough morphine coursing through her viens to keep her pain levels down. So she waited for moments of alone time. House suspected it though. "House. House!" The cripple flicked his eyes back to his friend who was currently badgering him about why he was with the patient and he grumbled "She needs a CT." Wilson took a sharp intake of breath and raised his eyebrows "You... think she has what you had?" "I hope not."

House sharply shoved past Wilson and went to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Look I saw what you were doing and there's this nice division of responsibility here, you be the patient and I be the doctor. You aren't meant to be a martyr. You've got a CT in an hour" Her eyes stayed trained on the window and he watched the teen silently cry as her shoulders tightened and she wiped at her eyes. "What's a CT for?"


"How are you so sure you aren't projecting what happened to you onto her?" The dean screamed at her employee, her fists bundling and unbundling. She was livid, and yet so concerned that she did have an infarction. Her history didn't suggest it was impossible, many relatives of hers had died from clots.. aneurysms... but an infarction- so rare.. "Cuddy if you're wrong, you will be killing her chance at a semi normal life.. through wil the amount of time she would've had the blockage for- it's too similar to mine for there not to be damage." She sunk into the chair, eyeing the crippled doctor. "Okay."


House sat lifelessly, staring at the scans with a discernible scowl. This wasn't a House explosion, but an implosion. Which was far, far worse. Wilson watched him worriedly, his eyes trained on the still doctor in front of him. "The doctors haven't changed in what... 5 years? And we say we're evolving." The cripple snarked solemnly, rubbing his thigh as he normally would but he had no bite. The 'wonder boy oncologist slumped' "Amputation?"

"Haven't asked. Haven't seen her."

"Surely she would've noticed you've stopped visiting by now."

"I don't want to tell her she could be in pain for the rest of her life!" The doctor bellowed, slamming his fist down on the glass which caused the table to jitter uncertainly.

"House... if she goes with amputation-" Wilson soothed, rubbing his own neck in a familiar gesture of uncertainty, which caused his friend to slump over the desk and grumble something he couldn't quite make out. "Hm?"

"You tell her." House hissed and his friend caved nodding solemnly. "Are we going to give her all the options?" The younger doctor sighed and House shuddered

"Her body. Her choice."