Chapter Seven

...be there for Him & Allie, was it the stress of the shooting? Was it the problems I have had?

I am not to blame, but why ESRF! Cancer can be treated, Greg has to wait for a transplant. I'd rather he have chemo... how horrid is that?

Even though the relationship between House and Wilson has been rocky, no-one expected this to happen. They thought after the infarction that House and Wilson would never need to go through this again.

House laying there critically ill, and slowly responding to the dialysis. Allison Cameron laying there paralysed from the drugs, and Wilson sitting there in shock.

Chase grabbed Wilson's arm as a sign of affirmation that everything would be okay. But was Chase wrong? Wilson had been a father figure to the duckling since House was shot. And this is the final line before self-destruction.

"Come on, lets grab a coffee?" stated Foreman.

"No..I am fine, going to see Allison." stuttered the sobbing Wilson.

"Come on, a coffee will make you feel better." stated the man next to him. Chase knew this was no good.

HOUSE MD

Wilson headed for ICU with Foreman to see Cameron, when he approached the room he was overwhelmed with grief. He drew a sharp breath, almost hyperventilating and walked in. She was concious but couldn't move her legs, she was attached to so much medical equipment, Wilson felt helpless.

A dry rasp came from Allison; "Hi James, how's you?"

"Not bad, yourself?"

"Where's Greg?" Allison started coughing, and Foreman was at hand with ice-chips.

"Just you rest, get yourself better."

"Greg's ill, he never misses his poorly ducklings!" Allison was getting agitated, and her BP was rising.

"Shh, Shh... House has ESRF!" spoke Wilson.

HOUSE MD

House lay there, unaware of the state of play. He felt himself drift further into his own mind. Flashbacks of the infarction, Stacy, Steve, and being shot appeared. He felt scared, he recognised voices and sounds. But couldn't respond.

He then felt a jolt of electricity through his body. More flashbacks from the past came rushing. Then another jolt through... his heart was racing. He could sense that he was not there yet, then next jolt shocked his heart to such a rhythm.

"House, you so owe me now!" spoke a relieved Cuddy.

HOUSE MD

A week had passed, and House was doing well on the dialysis. Back on Differential Diagnosis duty. Still waiting for a transplant; but missing one little duckling.

Since the incident with Cameron, the whole team had been effected. Wilson was becoming the man he never thought would come back. Chase felt responsible slightly.

But Cameron was lying there on the bed, unable to move her legs. Lonely, scared and felt that nothing would help.

They never caught the man responsible for this, but after a while Allison remembered details, it was revenge from her first case at PPTH.

HOUSE MD

A few years ago

"A young boy came in with hyperpyrexia, but no cause for it. His bloods are normal except his hba1c is peculiar. He isn't diabetic, BM 110... BP 120/44 and urinalysis shows nothing. Presented with a cough, and diarrhoea. Thats it.." explained Cameron.

"Mmm.. TB, sarcoidosis?" responded the Neurologist.

"Well, could be autoimmune." spoke the catholic Intensivist.

"Or could be we haven't a fecking clue..." spoke the Diagnostician.

Two weeks had passed, and the child became sicker and sicker. Until on December 1st, Little George Julian Bygrove passed away of unknown cause. Until the PM was done, and it shown a disturbance in the child's metabolism, usually seen in in-born families.

House blamed the dad, as usual.

HOUSE MD

Isn't it funny how life bytes you on the arse. A Pinch and Punch 1st day of the month.