I know you've all been waiting for this. Thanks again for all the nice comments. I hope that this lives up to all your expectations.
I forgot to put a disclaimer on the title which is actually a title from a song by the group Averi.
How Do You Deal
The something else came 6 hours later when Cuddy found him still in the Clinic. "How long have you been here?"
"About six hours I think, you'll have to check with the nurses for the official time."
"Your new case is here."
"Give it to Cameron and Foreman. They both need something to keep them occupied."
"And what about you? How are you?"
"I'm fine." He started to walk away, now seemed like a good idea to check on Chase.
"Bull." Cuddy said following him. Once they were in an elevator together she started again. "One of your little ducklings is hurt. And you're other ducklings are lost. Unsure as to why this happened and how to deal with it. And you're just as lost. You don't like not being in control and here is someone you care about and you can't control what is being done to him." The rant ended as the elevator dinged. "Now you'll know what Stacy and the rest of us were going through when you were in here with you leg." And she stormed out.
Greg took the elevator to the operating room. He hated it when Cuddy was right.
"How is he?" Wilson asked as he walked into the observation room.
"They say a few more hours. They repaired his lungs and wired the ribs that were broken. Five of them in case you cared. There was a tear in his liver and his kidneys are bruised. They don't think that it's going be that much of a problem but they recommended that I watch his output. They also wired his jaw shut so they put a trach in. They are worried about his rectum according to the nurse.
"The flashlight, a heavy duty Maglite, made its way to his intestines. They are going to remove some of the damaged intestine and sew up the rest. There are also numerous tears that are going to keep him on liquids for a while.
"As for the broken bones, the leg is a clean break. Once he's out of surgery I'll set and cast it. His left hand though is going to need surgery. The hand, wrist and two fingers are broken and they need an orthopedic surgeon to do the work. Pins and plates to hold everything together. It's scheduled for tomorrow."
"And you?"
"Are you going to give me the same speech that Cuddy gave me? Because if you are, I'm not in the mood. She's right what can I say. Yes I know that Cameron and Foreman are unsure as to what's going on." He sat down in a chair. "I don't like not being in control. Yes I care about Ste, Robert, and it pisses me off that he was hurt. Even worse is that it isn't something we can just cure. This isn't a disease that we can cure. There will be scars and pain and there is nothing that I can do for him." House shook his head. "We got a new case. I should actually go check in on them and see what we've got. That should keep them busy. And I know that you went through hell when I was in here, but this is worse."
"What about you?"
"Gonna catch up on clinic hours. Maybe I can clock enough to give me some time off. Someone is going to have to stay withSteven as he recoups." House stood up. "I got to go. I want to be back by the time he gets put in a room." And he walked away.
Wilson took another glance into the operating room and turned away. There was something off about House. Not many people could read Greg House. Even less could read him right. Wilson was one of those people. This seemed like it was something more, almost too personal.
He knew that House had a soft spot for Chase. He didn't know why. He just knew that it existed. Almost fatherly. He wondered if it had to do with Chase's own father. No that couldn't be it. This was before the meeting of father and son. No it was something else. And what was with the name Steven?
Without realizing it, Wilson found himself in the records room with House's file in his hand.