When they got to the hospital around 12 a.m., they found a surprising site. George Huang was dressed in pajama pants, sweat shirt, and running shoes. His hair, normal neatly combed, was mused. He was frantically pacing the waiting room area.
"Doc? What's goin' on, what's wrong?" Elliot asked quickly.
Huang glanced up, startled. "My daughter."
The entire group looked
at him in utter shock.
"You have a daughter? Since when?" Fin
stated the group's obvious question.
"Since 7 years ago. I adopted her when she was ten." He spoke quickly, nervously. "What?" he snapped. "It's not like I know everything about all of you." This disheveled appearance and nervous behavior unnerved the entire unit.
John was the first to put the pieces together. "Gina? Gina Huang is your daughter?" While her last name was, in fact, Huang, the same as Dr. Huang's, they some how never considered the girl could have been related to him, mainly based on the fact that she was not Oriental.
"Yes. You got the call, obviously."
"Well yea, but we all know her personally…. we're all friends, sort of."
"I know."
The befuddlement on their faces was completely readable. Huang didn't pay attention. Olivia tried hard to pull everyone back from their shock. "So how is she?"
"In surgery. They said she has internal bleeding, 4 broken ribs, possibly some trauma to the head, and other minor cuts and bruises. Apparently she was just conscious enough to call 911 from a pay phone and tell the paramedics she was…" there was a catch in Huang's voice. He'd dealt with plenty of rape victims before, but this was so different. This was personal. This was his daughter.