Author's Note: Okay guys, I am going to quote a fellow writer, who has put what i want to say to you guys in words that i could not think of.

'Also, I know nothing about medical procedures, diseases, and lingoes so…never mind the technicalities and enjoy! As for the misspellings and not-perfect grammar, I had a random playlist going and unfortunately, Usher had somehow managed to find a spot on there. I was under the influence.' -J. Daisy

yea that basically sums it up pretty well, well not the usher part, anyway. Plus I shall note you folks, that I am only 16, I am in no shape way or form a good writer, barely a decent writer at that, I just have the ideas, and this is fun because people seem to like my ideas. I try to improve, but honestly I get extremely annoyed with damn near every other review stating out that I have spelling errors and grammatical errors. As I said before, its getting very redundant. Though I do like critism, yes, but on the plot line, how the story goes on, if i am getting the charaters' personalities right, what not. Okay? Sorry if I seem harsh right now. I am no way shape or form discouraging reviews, I am just stating the fact, I KNOW There will be grammatical errors and spelling errors, you do not NEED to put that within your review of the chapter each time.

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Chapter 4: Who would have known?

I am awakened by loud knocking on my door. I almost fall out of my chair in an attempt to stand up quickly, my legs were resting on my desk. And as I moved them off my chair almost fell backwards. I steady myself quickly in attempt to look casual, placing my hands on the desk.

"Come in" I call through the door, my voice cracks, and deep exhaustion is embedded in it. Why, am I still so tired, I must have not have slept that long in here. Cameron opens the door slowly, and walks in slowly. She looks exhausted too, must have been here all night as such I.

"Dr, Cameron" I say, putting my hands on my forehead and running them through my hair, to make it look half decent. I glance towards the clock for a second, its 10:31. I can never seem to get enough sleep around here. I yawn a second as Cameron takes the chair on the opposite side of my desk.

"I came to tell you, House is awake now" She says quietly. My eyes widen a little, letting out a sigh of relief.

"How long has he been awake?" I ask her, standing up slowly, stretching some.

"30 minutes, Dr. Cuddy already removed the tube, and he seems to be coherent and speaking" She answers me standing up too.

"Thank you" I say then moved myself quickly as I could out of the room heading to the ICU room, of which where Greg is. Cameron follows me.

Within minutes Both of us arrive at the door of Greg's room. I am almost afraid to enter, the first time was heart-wrenching, the second won't be any better, but I have to go in there at some time. He will wonder why I havent visited him, I have to go in there. Finally after a second I willed myself to walk in slowly. Greg's blue eyes are on me as I enter. I look to him and smile weakly. Cameron enters behind me, and Greg glances to her.

"I'd like...to talk...to Wilson...alone...please" Greg says quietly, speaking is obviously laborous for him, but why just Me alone. What did he have to say to me? Cameron nods her head slowly and exits the room within the instant and closes the door behind her. I move over to the chair placed next to Greg's bed.

"Jim. I...need your...help.." Greg whispered to me. I have to lean in closer because of his low tone. Then what he had said had processed through my head. Greg never asks for help? He's not acting like his usual self. Something is different.

"With what?" I ask.

"Find him...for me...they took...him..from...me" Greg is hazing in and out, I can tell. He's blinking alot, and its getting slower. He's going to be out soon, but I can tell He's fighting it to get what ever he needs to say to me out.

"Find who?" I ask, now curious.

"my...son..." He utters the words I hever would have expected. It hits me like a cannon ball, Greg has a son? This whole thing was getting stranger by the minute.

"I dont...have the strength...to explain everything...to you... right now, Jim. but...his name...his name...is...Jack...Jack Laine. Please...find him..." Greg drifted off then. His eyes closed and his head fell to one side of the pillow.

I stare at him in utter disbelief for a second, then I lean back on the chair. My mouth is slightly open, from the shock of all this. Greg has a son? I never would have expected that. He asked me to find him. His son must have been in this situation to, Greg seemed to be begging, pleading. What had happened during those 2 days? That all of the sudden Greg actually CARES for someone else, openly. How am I suppose to find this Jack Laine? His son. I still can't get past that, Greg, a father. Who would have known?