He had stared down into the gleaming blue eyes and softened immediately.
Her face was round and slightly chubby, her mouth ajar and smiling with pleasure. She reached up with her stubby fingers and tried to touch his face whilst giggling slightly. She was wrapped in a velvet blue blanket, its folds tucked around her thin haired scalp.
A tear left his eye as he smirked gently at his newborn child.
Though his heart fell slightly as he realized she would never know her mother.
Chase took his side next to him agonizing sorrow written all over his face.
"I'm sorry…" Chase murmured undoing his mask. "We did… all we could"
House ignored him and continued to stare into the face of the infant. Another tear forced itself from his eye and he wiped it away ashamed. He stood in the middle of the empty halls in the darkened hospital. It was the late hours of the night, and only he and Chase stood there.
"What will you do now?" Chase asked softly.
"What I have to do" House told him.