Happy Weekend! Thanks to everyone who reveiwed, it really means a lot. I'm going to warn you that House is a bit OOC in this chapter. Please don't let that keep you from reading.

Another 6 hours in the clinic with visits from Cuddy, Cameron and Foreman unfortunately breaking up the monotony, he got the page he was waiting for. He finished with his patient, popped another pill and headed to the ICU, where Chase was going to be spending some time.

The nurses were finishing up when he arrived. The only difference from when he last saw Robert was the metal contraption that was attached to his left hand. The one that was being held together with pins and plate. He sat on the right side on the bed and took a look at his chart.

Good meds for the pain. Good meds for the fever. No complications. He sat back and took out his Game boy again.

He didn't get very far. He kept looking up from the screen to check on the boy on the bed. It was after he had to restart the game again for the 6th time that he noticed the medical equipment start to beep quicker. The addition of the fluttering eye lids made Greg put the game down and stand up.

"No. Just stay out for now. Let's see if we can get him to wake up with out a full blown panic attack." He told the nurse. He figured that everyone in the room before had set him off.

"Dr. House." The nurse held a capped syringe out to him. She obviously thought the same thing.

"Thanks."

"Let us know if you need anything." And she left again.

He was going to have to start learning the names of the nurses. If they were keeping an eye out for his duckling when he came here to work then he owed them big. He turned his attention back to bed.

"Robert, it's time to wake up." Greg said slowly. He caressed the boy's forehead trying to soothe him by touch also.

Chase started to move more.

"Calm down Robert. You're safe." He said a bit louder. Blue green eyes popped open. He watched as he tried to yell and scream.

"Robert." Greg now grabbed his head in both hands. He held the head steady using his thumbs to rub circles on his forehead above his eyes. "Robert, look at me. It's Greg House. Listen to my voice. You are safe. You have to calm down."

Chase froze, staring into the face looking down at his.

The deer in headlights look that Greg saw almost broke his heart. "It's okay. We got you Robert. You're safe. I promise."

Tears started to pool in his eyes.

"Shh, its okay. You're going to be fine."

He blinked and the tears ran down his cheeks.

"You can't talk. There's a tube in your trachea to help you breathe and your jaw is wired shut."

The tears were free flowing now.

"If you can understand me blink once."

Greg smiled as he watched the eye lids close and open again.

"Good boy. I want you to go back to sleep. You need your rest." He started to move away when Chase's right hand grabbed his wrist. Blue green eyes pleaded with blue ones.

"Okay, okay." Greg lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He kept his hand on Chase's face, stroking his cheek and forehead. "Go back to sleep Robert. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

He was already ahead by close to two days now in the clinic. If he was to sit here and do his charts like he needed to do, that would account for another 4 to 6 hours. He'll talk to Cuddy. Maybe he can cut a deal with her.

"How's-" Broke his train of thought.

"Shh." He whispered to Wilson who was now in the doorway. Chase's eyes popped open at the sound of another voice. "Go back to sleep. I'm still here. No one is going to hurt you Ste-Robert." House continued to talk and once again the eyelids started to droop.

After a few minutes he slowly moved his hand away and got up. He leaned heavily on his cane as he made his way to the door way. With his back resting against the outside wall he popped a pill.

"You okay?" Wilson asked, concerned at how his friend was walking.

"Sat too long in a bad position."

"How is he?"

"Scared shitless if I had to guess. But he woke up and calmed down after a bit."

"I'm free for a while. You want me to sit with him?"

"Yeah. I don't think he should be alone, in case he wakes up. I got to move." And he walked to the elevator bay.