okie dokie, awfully sorry about how long this took. but i have a bitching amount of homework and was thinking of ways to make a chapter magically appear. obviously that did not happen since it took so long to update.

btw, we meet the crazy aunt this chapter.

After listening to the sadistic alarm clock ringing for 15 minutes, House finally snapped his fist onto it, tearing off one of the buttons. Disoriented and tired he stumbled into the shower and threw on his clothes in record time, he didn't bother waking up Violet and hearing her complaining about mornings. So he quietly opened the door and slipped out onto the snowy sidewalk.

Silently berating the snow, he abandoned his motorcycle for the car a few paces ahead of him. After starting the car and arriving at work, he noticed the tense looks on some of his co-workers faces. He pointedly ignored them as he made his way to his office. Suddenly a doctor he worked with in the ER years ago was running towards him, so House paused in the hallway waiting for his colleague to catch his breath.

"Dr…Dr. House, my name is Dr. Clyde…do you remember me?" the doctor managed to gasp out.

"Yes, I remember you. What do you want?" asked House in a bored way eying his comfortable office.

"Well its' about your daughter, Violet I believe…"Dr. Clyde began before being interrupted, "What'd she do now? 'Cause I don't really do anything disciplinary." Dr. House said in a thoroughly bored voice.

"No," Dr. Clyde said bewildered, "your daughter was in an accident this morning with one of you co-workers."

House stared hard at him for a few minutes and then said in a hardly convincing voice, "No…she's still asleep at home."

"Don't believe me?" challenged Dr. Clyde, "Follow me."

Gregory House stiffly followed the doctor up to the third floor and into the recovery unit. They then walked into an observatory room and Dr. Clyde opened the viewing window. Violet was lying in the bed with few wires sticking out of her, which registered as a good thing with House and he turned to the doctor, clearing his dry throat and asked:

"What's damaged?"

"Well, she broke some ribs and when she moved around one pierced her lung. The blood flooded into her respiratory system-"

"And choked her." House interrupted dully, "Will she be alright?" he continued concerned.

"Well she will make a full recovery, but I'm not so sure about Alison Cameron the driver." Dr. Clyde mentioned tentatively, hoping that after the good news about his daughter, Greg House would not be absurd when dealing with one of his charges, "she may have damaged her back and she had some cranial bleeding, not to mention other systems nearly failed when she was in surgery."

House looked anxiously at Dr. Clyde in a very, very un-House-like way and asked, "Is she out of surgery yet?"

"No," started Dr. Clyde, "she had to go in for a second surgery because she flat lined in her first surgery for a few seconds."

"Oh," House said quietly, "can I see my daughter soon?"

"Yes you can go in right now; just try not to wake her, she needs rest." Clyde said gently.

Dr. Clyde looked sadly at House who had just turned into the room that his daughter occupied and walked away only just hearing a "What the hell are you doing here!"

"Gregory House, what the hell are you doing here!" screamed the pudgy black-haired and "shit" brown-eyed, relative that House hated so much.

"In case you didn't know, Kathleen," House said the name as if it had a bad taste in his mouth, "Violet is my daughter, so I am her father. I'm supposed to be here! And I should be asking you what the fuck; your giant ass is here for?"

"I'LL," Kathleen began, and then noticing her loud voice, whispered, "I'll have you know that after the hospital could not reach you, I was phoned about Violet was in an accident with one of your employees. So I rushed here right after they called, which was last night at 10 o-clock, so tell me great doctor, where were you, at that time!"

"Well I was out of the apartment because Violet wasn't supposed to be home for a few hours, when I came back I left the door opened so that she could let herself in. When I woke up this morning I left quickly and without properly checking on her because she hates being woken up early. So I have a good reason for not knowing, plus if it had been really bad, I assume they would have called more than once for Christ's sakes!" House shouted nearly uncontrollably at his former sister-in-law.

A nurse clad in dark lilac scrubs rushed in and said in a thick Southern accent, "You'll wake up tha patient! Ah need yah to leave na-ow. Go ta tha waitin' room." She said angrily pushing them out of the room.

A few minutes after silence had crept up in the room, Vi sat up and looked around and yelled, " It's too early for school, Dad!"

ok, weird ...i know and there isn't much on Cameron's condition but i only know as much as my cousin's doctor told me when she was in a car accident.

review pleez