Chapter 6

"Your name is Natasha," Dr. Chase whispered to himself, looking over the newly formed chart. He stood over her, lying comatose in the hospital bed. "I wish you could speak to me," he told her.

Amidst the hustle of the clinic, hallways full of uncertainties, Dr. Chase sat down next to her bed, painstakingly contemplating her prognosis. Trying to eliminate every other possibility, he knew what he needed to do. House. He could put a different perspective on this. There was no clear cut answer to this young girl's diagnosis. Could have this been caused by the accident. He was beginning to rule that out, thinking whatever this might be may have caused her accident. Her CAT scan came back fine so there's no apparent head injury, thought Dr. Chase as he tapped his pencil on the chart.

"Still no progress?" Dr. Foreman asked, walking into the room. He had looked through the CAT scan himself for over an hour and found no traces of injury, past or present.

"No, I've gone over dozens of prognoses but nothing yet," Dr. Chase replied. "The fact that she had an acute nosebleed made me believe the accident may have caused head injury but you looked it over yourself," Chase stood up and looked again at the monitors, motioning Foreman over to them also. "I'm trying to fit together the puzzle of what happened first, accident or injury. See here, her brain activity is solid, except for the fact that she is in a coma. Her BP is down from when she came in and all the rest of her vitals are fine." Walking over to Natasha, he gently moved the sheet from her legs. "Her legs are swelled and slightly bruised, coupled with the nosebleed made me believe her BP was sky rocking at the time of the accident which may have caused something, but it came back down on its own." Chase was trying to make sense of this the best he could.

"We'll have to wait until the rest of the labs come back to see what we're missing," Dr. Forman replied. "Keep me updated on her progress."

Dr. Chase didn't want to bother House, especially at home after what he had gone through. Dr. Wilson didn't even want him returning to work for a week, much less the next day. He really couldn't consult with Dr. Wilson until the rest of the blood work was back anyway.

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The many weep

A people scorn

A small surmise

Until we meet again

"If you not only write the script but also pick it up, I'll give you the couch for the night," House told Wilson. "I can keep myself busy so you can have privacy to talk to Julie on the phone."

"You drive a hard bargain House," Wilson replied. He won in both ways; he got to have a place for the night and make sure House was okay. "Don't forget to let me back in," Wilson reminded him.

"Don't worry; just knock on the door and if I see you are carrying my script and a pizza I'll let you right in." House liked it that Wilson could be so easy.

"Well my friend, you owe me for more than your fair share of drinks so I'll have to consider the latter of that," Wilson said as he was looking for his keys. "Is there anything else you need?" Wilson asked.

"A better apartment, tuning on my piano, oh and that redhead's phone number that just moved in across the hall. You know I'm easy to make happy Wilson," House said as Wilson rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, you mean from the store? Buy me six pounds of sugar and cake mix. I'm going to bake Cuddy a surprise for sticking me with that fruitcake." House left his cane by the table as he hobbled over to the couch for his wallet.

"You know you shouldn't leave that behind." Wilson was making himself aware of House's habit of 'forgetting' his cane when he walked.

"What do you care, you're in the "Most Prescriptions of the Month" club at the clinic. I'm actually doing you a favor." House couldn't let that one slip by as he kept on limping.

"You never cease to amaze me House," Wilson replied, shaking his head. "Don't fall asleep so you won't hear me knocking."

"Again, come script and pizza in hand," House smiled.

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Small wonders

Full of love

I see today

Tomorrow

Forever

Until we meet again.

House sat on the floor next to his couch, looking out the window at the stars. How vast, how many, how free, he thought. He knew Wilson would be returning soon so he could eat and then sleep. Using the couch, he stood back up and limped over to the counter to make another drink. Pouring his usual, he placed the bottle back in its spot and drank a quarter of it.

Wilson began knocking on the door as House set his drink down and started walking towards the door. He stopped and turned back around and grabbed his cane. He better appreciate how much I bend for him, House thought. Just my luck he'd want to talk about my leg again. He and Cameron should go out, how sappy they are. House opened the door as Dr. Wilson asked, "Want to buy some cookies, sir?"

"You're awful old to be soliciting cookies, young man." House replied.

"Well you're awful old to be not using your cane," Wilson retorted as he walked back into the apartment, setting his things down.

"I have it in my hand!" House contented. "So I limped a few steps, I had to help you."

"I got pepperoni and sausage," Wilson mentioned. "Too bad Foreman wasn't here, we could have convinced him to pay."

Opening the pizza box House replied, "Are you kidding me? If those savages I call team were here we wouldn't get so much as the box to eat. But Cameron likes me so she would have bought two."

"Don't forget to call Julie," House said, looking at Wilson.

House and Wilson sat back and enjoyed the peaceful company.

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