SORRY, THIS IS A LITTLE SHORT
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that afternoon House stood outside Tyler's room and watched him with his Mom waiting for the results of his MRI and LP.
"House, it's not good." Cameron said as she walked up behind him, almost startling him. He turned to look at her and saw Tyler's medical folder and a huge envelope, the results of the MRI.
"He's got AML." She said sadly.
House turned back to Tyler's room. "Acute myelogenous leukemia. Damn. Spread to his brain, hasn't it?"
"Yes. I've already consulted with Wilson. Since it has spread to his brain there's nothing that can be done."
"Double damn." House said as he punched the wall then walked away, leaving Cameron alone to tell Danielle that her only son would die of Leukemia.
A few days later Tyler was being released from the hospital after his mother filled eight prescriptions for him. She pushed Tyler in the wheelchair up to the second floor and walked down the hall toward House's office. When House saw them he waved them in with a warm smile.
"I'm sorry to bother y…" Danielle started to say.
"Not at all." House said as he stood, limped to a file cabinet and pulled out a sports themed wrapped medium sized box. Tyler got a huge smile on his face as House walked to him. He handed it to Tyler who looked at it intently for a moment.
"Open it, honey." Danielle told him.
"Thanks, Dr. House." He said happily.
House looked at his mother surprised and she told him, "He knows your not…you know. It comes and goes." House nodded his head, understanding what she was saying.
Tyler ripped the paper off the box and threw it on the floor. He practically ripped the box apart before the contents dropped in his lap. He looked up at House gleefully.
"Look, Mommy! A basebaw gwuve!" He screamed excitedly as he put it on his right hand. "And it's the right shape!"
Both House and Danielle smiled at him. Then his attention was drawn back to his lap when he saw something shiny and metal. He drew in a deep breath in awe at what he saw but couldn't think of a word to say.
"Every young doctor needs one of those." House told him as he grabbed it, spread apart the prongs on one end and placed them in Tyler's ears, a more gigantic smile crossed his face.
"Wow!" He finally said. "Tanks for da stepnahsobe."
"You're welcome, Dr. Tyler." House said and patted him on top of his head with a smile.
HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.
A month later, Tyler stood in his front yard wearing his baseball jersey, cap and glove. He had just thrown the ball to the man a few feet away and he caught it.
"Nice throw!" The man said and waved at Danielle, who had just sat on the front steps of their home.
They tossed the ball back and forth a few more times until Tyler threw the ball to the man, lower than he should have thrown it. He collapsed to the ground holding his crotch, groaning, grunting and in obvious pain. Tyler ran up to the man and asked if he was alright.
Danielle screamed from the porch, "Tyler, Terrance, come on, guys. Breakfast is ready."
After Terrance composed himself they headed for the house. Terrance, Tyler's father, had visited several times since his son's diagnosis and his parents had agreed to be civil during the short time they had left with their son.
HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.
Up the street a man smiled as he watched the family enter their home. He put on his helmet, started the engine of his scratched bike and drove to work; back to PPTH to do the thing he loved the best, even though sometimes the outcomes really sucked.
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