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CHAPTER FOUR – And Truth Shall Prevail

Wilson has just walked into the living room after taking his shower and takes the blanket and pillow into House's bedroom. He was used to sleeping on the couch and for some reason when he thought of sleeping in his bed he couldn't do it, but he never tried to understand why.

The door bell chimes so he places the blanket and pillow neatly on the bed and leaves for the door. When he heard the chimes he instantly gets a jittery stomach; not at seeing John and Blythe but having to explain House's condition and why Moriarty shot him. But hopefully they wouldn't ask him right away and they'd go directly to the hospital.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, giving a cheerful 'hello' before he even looks at them.

"Hi, James," Blythe says as she steps into the apartment, giving him a huge hug.

"Hello, John," Wilson says, giving him a firm handshake. "Come in. Let me get those for you," he says as he takes their luggage and carries them into House's bedroom. "Have a seat. I'm sure you are both tired. I've got muffins and bagels if you'd like before we head to the hospital," he says as he reenters the room.

"Actually, I've got a couple of questions," John says, ignoring the sigh from his wife.

"I'd like to go see him now, James, if that's alright," Blythe says, still standing but then looks at John, who's already taken a seat on the couch.

Blythe sits down next to her husband and Wilson notices how tired (and old) she looks. "Let me get coffee and you both should have something to eat. I know how nasty that airplane food can be," he says as he walks to the kitchen.

As he gets the food out and places them on the tray he hears whispers coming from the living room but can't make out what they're saying. He's going through in his mind what he's going to tell them then walks into the room, places the tray on the table and pours their coffee. He then sits across from them sitting on the couch.

"James, what happened to Greg?" John asks bluntly, and Wilson notices he's holding Blythe's hand.

"Hou…Greg had a patient a few years back, Jason Moriarty. The disease he contracted was only transmittable through sex and told his wife about the affair he'd had. She committed suicide and Moriarty blamed Greg for it. So, he took it into his own hands.

"After he shot him in the stomach he aimed for his neck, you know the rest. He lost a lot of blood, and had him at gunpoint for 15 minutes so he would bleed to death," he stops talking because Blythe let out a little gasp at those last few words.

"Was he conscious?" she asks. Wilson shakes his head.

"After the second shot he passed out."

"Was he alone?" John asks as he sips his coffee, nibbling on a muffin.

"No, Drs. Cameron, Chase and Foreman were in the room but Moriarty wouldn't let them near Greg. The two security men came after the first shot was heard and they had a standoff for that 15 minutes."

"So, you weren't with him?" Blythe asks quietly. Wilson shakes his head again.

"I heard the gunshot through – our offices are next to each other – the wall and watched the whole thing from the hallway. An officer went through my office to the balcony and took him down through the door."

"Why didn't he bleed to death? Fifteen minutes? He should have," John says, but Wilson took no offense or coldness from his statement.

"The bullet penetrated the jugular vein, only slightly tearing the vein, but it had gradually expanded. The body goes through a kind of shock after that kind of injury and with the heart pumping faster it forced the tear to become wider."

"What about his stomach?" Blythe asks.

Wilson hesitates. This is what was the most difficult to explain to any parent. "The bullet entered the spleen and rested in the small intestine. The spleen had to be removed but they noticed there was prior damage to the small intestine. The final outcome is hard to determine at the moment."

"But what caused the damage?" Blythe asks just as Wilson's cell phone rings and he answers it. He is temporarily relieved at the interruption because there was no way in hell he was going to be the one to tell them, 'because your only child is addicted to Vicodin and Morphine.'

Wilson closes the flap to the phone and smiles at them. "That was Dr. Chase. He said Greg is awake," Wilson tells them as he stands. "Here is his apartment key to use when you come back here. My car is parked outside. You can follow me," Wilson tells them as he escorts them to the door.

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For the past several minutes Cameron and Cuddy have been standing face to face, hunter to prey. Slowly and slightly detected by Cuddy, Cameron's eyes lose their hateful glare but she is still on guard. This is what Cuddy has been waiting for.

"Allison, I don't know what you think you saw back there but you are so mistaken," Cuddy starts, hoping to slowly diffuse the situation. "We are all tense about House right now and he doesn't need broken shards of glass being shot at him by a jealous little girl." The 'girl' had a very sadistic tone to it, as if Cuddy was throwing Cameron's snide comment right back at her.

Cameron directs her eyes away from Cuddy's and she crosses her arms, her shoulders sinking down. Cuddy knows she has just hit a nerve and says, "Sit down. I want to explain something." Cameron doesn't budge. "Ok, well, I'm going to get some coffee and sit down, I suggest you do the same," Cuddy tells her.

A moment later she brings her coffee and sits at the table but Cameron refuses to do the same and remains standing.

"I heard you have feelings for him," Cuddy says as Cameron's eyes quickly divert to look fiercely down on her. "Oh, every one knows it. I even tried to convince him to take you out." Cameron's eyes widened at that confession.

"Greg and I have decided to keep our past private, but I will share something with you, in confidence." Cameron's face changes from surprise to confusion. "We have known each other for over 20 years. We know each other well, almost too well sometimes, that's why I put up with him, and put him in his place when he needs it," she laughs.

"What the hell does this have to do with…" Cameron starts.

"Deep down, I love him. And I know he loves me. But we are not in love with each other, never have been. What you saw are two friends that needed each other at the mo…" Cuddy chokes on her words at what she's just heard herself say. Cameron unfolds her arms and pulls the chair out, sitting in it rather hard.

"I had a divorce years ago, a bad one. I told myself then I'd never be in another one. Greg's been there for me, and I owe him."

"But you were there for him when he had his infarction," Cameron states.

"No, not really, he had Stacy then. And Wilson was…he was the one that helped him through the pain of the breakup. It was about a year before he was able to come back to me, the way we were before she met him."

"I just…just want to help him," Cameron says.

Cuddy contemplates her words and leans forward in the chair. "Allison, that man won't let anyone help him. Who knows? Maybe what's happened to him now will make him come around. But only he knows when he's ready for that."

They sit staring at each other quietly until the silence is broken by the door swinging open and Wilson walks in with House's parents behind him. Both the women look at them.

"This is John and Blythe, Greg's parents," Wilson tells them.

"Oh, Mr., Mrs. House. It's good to see you." Cuddy says as she stands and shakes their hands while Cameron remains seated.

"How is he, Cuddy? Foreman called and said he's awake," Wilson asks.

"He'd just woken up when I left him earlier."

"Can we see him, please?" Blythe asks.

"Of course. I'll tak…" Cuddy interrupts herself and turns to Cameron. "Allison, can you take them to see him? I've got papers to catch up on."

Cameron mulls it over and nods her head as she stands. "Sure. This way."

As the three walk out the door, Cuddy tells Wilson, "You need to talk to her." Wilson stares back at her perplexed.

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House is lying in bed with his eyes closed, awake, but barely. The pain is still anesthetized from the Ketamin and he finds himself rather relaxed, except for wondering why Cameron threw her keys through the glass panel.

"Greg, honey, it's mom and dad," Blythe says as she leans in and kisses his forehead lovingly. Cameron quietly steps out of the room but stands around the corner, watching House with his parents.

"Wow, he's gotten rid of his beard. Now he looks like a man," John says and Blythe gives him a dirty look.

'Oh, man! Not now! Just pretend you're asleep, House, pretend you're asleep.'