Part: 22 B
Then next morning when House woke up he was alone in bed. But he could that Stacy was somewhere in the house because he could smell food cooking. So House got out of bed very slowly because of the pain in his leg. Once he got himself out of bed he took the water bottle that he usually slept with out too. Since he couldn't use muscle relaxes or pain relievers for fear of what it'd do to the baby his only option then was to use a water bottle. It did seem to work for most of the night but then when it got cooled down it stopped working obviously. But House found that even though the pain was bad in the mornings he was leaning to coop with it.
"What a cooking?" House asked walking into the kitchen still in pjs which now a days were boxers and nothing else.
"Breakfast," Stacy said turning around with a cup of OJ in her hand.
That's another thing House had taken a liking to. Since coffee had been out OJ and tea were things he drink most often.
"No I thought that you were cooking fried brains," House said.
"Just get dressed before they get here," Stacy said.
"Who?" House asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see," Stacy said turning around and giving House a kiss on the lips.
"Fine," House said pouting.
"Not going to work this time," Stacy said.
"Fine," House said slumping his shoulder and limping back to his room.
After House got dressed in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt he went back into the kitchen to find none other then Wilson there.
"Wilson," House said.
"House," Wilson said.
"Boys," Stacy said.
"Yes mom?" House said.
"Don't start today House," Stacy said.
"Not going to," House said.
"Want me to get that?" Wilson asked hearing the doorbell.
"No I'll go get it," Stacy said giving House one last kiss on the cheek.
"So who's all coming?" House asked.
"I don't know," Wilson said.
"Hmm," House said dropping it.
After a few second Stacy came back into the kitchen followed by none other then House's parents.
"Mom what are you doing here?" House asked.
"We came to spend Christmas with our baby. I mean there is going to be a little one by this time next Christmas so we want to make the most of it," Blythe said.
"Speak for yourself woman," John said.
"John! Be nice," Blythe said glaring at her husband.
"I'll help you set the table," Wilson said heading into the dinning room with Stacy.
"You invited them? You know House can't get along with his dad less now because of last time," Wilson whispered to Stacy.
"Well he needs to learn to get along with his father before it's too late," Stacy said.
"What do you mean?" Wilson asked.
"Nothing," Stacy said shutting her mouth because she knew she'd said too much.
Blythe had called Stacy a couple of days ago and told her that John had lung cancer. It was in advance stages. There wasn't anything they could do for him short of removing his lung which John was against. So this was kind of a good-bye Christmas for John. They didn't expect him to live until next Christmas. On the outside he looked healthy but he was in terrible pain. Blythe didn't want Gregory to not get to say good-bye to his father and then regret it the rest of his life.
"I'M OUT OF HERE!" Greg yelled limping towards the front door.
"Greg!" Blythe shouted after her son.
"No mom. He doesn't want to be here and either do I," Greg said.
"Let him go," John said.
They had been fighting because either would admit they were wrong. Blythe was just trying to get them to talk to each other let alone have some kind of relationship.
"Your father is dying Greg," Blythe said just as Greg's hand hit the doorknob.
"What?" Greg asked turning around.
"Yeah that's right your father is dying. Don't let him go without saying good-bye. Don't do this Greg. He needs you," Blythe said with tears in her eyes.
"She doesn't know what she's talking about. I don't need you," John said.
"That's what I thought. You've never needed me! So why should it be any different now?" Greg asked.
"Greg!" Blythe shouted.
"You heard him mom. He doesn't need me and I don't need him. I had a father once but now he's dead to me," Greg said.
"Gregory William House you stop this minute!" Blythe said as Greg opened the door.
"Why? Why should I? He doesn't want me around and I sure as hell don't want him in my child's life," House said turning around.
"Listen to yourself House," Wilson said.
"Stay out of this. You have no fucking room to talk so just stay out of this," House said with a pissed off look on his face while limping towards Wilson.
"Greg!" Blythe said when Greg tripped and fell face first onto the ground.
"Leave me alone!" Greg growled when his mom tried to help him up.
"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way!" John shouted pointing his finger at Greg.
"I'll talk to my mother anyway I want to! You have no right to tell me what to do!" House shouted.
"Yes I do. I'm your father for God's sakes!" John yelled.
"NO! You are not my father! My father is dead to me," House yelled.
"Greg!" Blythe shouted.
"He isn't my father. My father left me when I was two years old. You however are just a sperm donor. You have no right to call yourself a father," House said actually not yelling for once.
"Greg you know your father took those missions because he had to. He loved you and he still does. Don't make his last months worth nothing to you. Don't let your stupid fighting keep on. You don't want to let him go without spending time with him," Blythe said.
"Mom I love you and I always will. But this man is not my father. All he gave is sperm. I had a father who cared for me but this man never has and never will," House said opening the door to leave the house.
"Watch it!" Blythe said but it was too late by then. House hadn't realized that it'd snowed the night before and his step was icy. And not being ready for that he slipped and fell.
"House!" Wilson yelled running towards his friend.
House was non responded. His left foot was twisted behind him but it didn't look to be broken because it was at the knee that it was bent. His head was resting on the railing. Wilson ran to House to make sure that he was in fact still breathing. When he felt his pulse he had Stacy called the ambulance. He told her what to tell them about House's condition. All John and Blythe could do was look on in horror while their son fought for his life. Since Stacy had noticed that House was bleeding in the back of his head she got a cloth and pressed it to his head.
Once the ambulance arrived Wilson told them how House was doing. Once they got him loaded Wilson went with him since he was the one that could be of most help to them. The other three followed in Stacy's car.
By the time they got to the hospital Chase was waiting for them. He wasn't scheduled to work today but he'd heard that it was House coming in so he was down there to see how his boss was.
"So how is he?" Chase asked seeing Wilson coming in with House.
"Lost a lot of blood. They're going to have to take him to an OR to stick up his head," Wilson said.
"What about the you know?" Chase asked not wanting to say baby really loudly.
"Fine as far as I know. Haven't seen him loose blood that way. And he didn't fall face forward. He kind of slide down the stairs," Wilson said.
"As soon as they stitch him up then we'll do an ultrasound just to make sure," Chase said.
"Yeah House wanted me to check up on the little one. Didn't think it'd end up being this way," Wilson said.
"Well this is not the way I planned to spend Christmas," Chase said.
"Me either," Wilson said as they were reaching the OR doors.
Since both of them were too close to the patient they weren't allowed into the room.
"How's my baby?" Blythe asked running over to the guys.
"We're not sure. They just took him into the OR," Wilson said.
"Will he be alright?" Blythe asked ready to cry.
"Blythe the boy only hit his head. He'll be fine," John said taking his wife into his arms.
All they could do now was wait until the doctors came out and told them how Greg was. It was about half an hour later when the doctor came out.
"How is he?" Blythe asked jumping up from her seat.
"He'll be just fine in a couple of days. Nothing is broken thank God. He just twisted his ankle really badly. But it's not broken. The cut was deep enough that we ended up using stables on his head. He'll wake up with a pretty nasty headache. We're giving him blood to help replace what he lost on the way over here," Cuddy said.
"When will he wake?" Blythe asked.
"He should be waking anytime now. Wilson he's in room 256. And the machine is in there too you know what I'm talking about," Cuddy whispered to Wilson.
"They know Cuddy," Wilson said.
"Oh," Cuddy said.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong with the baby?" Blythe asked.
"Can we talk in here please?" Cuddy asked motioning to an empty room.
"By all means," Blythe said.
"We started Greg on a IV drip for the baby. All it's doing is helping get nutrients to the baby since he's not eating right now. Wilson is going to go do an ultrasound to make sure everything is fine with the baby. If you'd like to join him you may," Cuddy said.
"Please," Blythe said.
"Just follow Dr. Wilson and he'll take you to Greg's room," Cuddy said.
"Thank you," Blythe said getting up.
"You're welcome Mrs. House, Mrs. House," Cuddy said.
"Please call us Blythe and John," Blythe said.
"Ok," Cuddy said smiling at them.
"Hey Wilson I'll catch you later I'm going to go see if Cameron's awake," Chase said as they were leaving the room.
"I'll stop by later and tell you how things are going," Wilson said.
"Ok," Chase said going off in a different direction then Wilson, Blythe, John, and Stacy were.
"Who's that?" Blythe asked looking at Stacy.
"Dr. Robert Chase. His fiancée just had twins last night. Wilson delivered them because her doctor is out of town and Greg was in the OR when they delivered baby B. I guess Chase got a little squirmiest because he fainted," Stacy said.
"Then how does he deal with blood everyday?" Blythe asked.
"I guess it's different when you see it coming from someone you love," Wilson said as they were getting on the elevator.
"Yes it is," John said holding his wife close.
"We're here," Wilson said stepping off the elevator.
Once they got to the room they found that an ultrasound machine had been in fact already sent to the room. Blythe noticed that her son had bandages wrapped around his head.
"Why did they do that?" Blythe asked going over to Greg.
"It's to help with the stables they had to put in. It's so that it won't get infected," Wilson said lowering one side of the rail so he could pull Greg's gown up and start the exam.
"What?" John asked hearing his wife take in a big breath of air.
"The bruise on Gregory's stomach," Blythe said pointing to it.
"How did that happen?" John asked coming over to examine along with Stacy.
"His cane must have hit him in the stomach when he fell," Wilson said.
There was a bruise the size of a tennis ball on House's lower right part of his stomach.
"Will the baby be alright?" Blythe asked.
"Let's check and find out," Wilson said applying jell to House's stomach.
"Here's it's feet. And over here is the head," Wilson said lowering the scoop to see that right now the baby was head first.
"How is the little one?" Blythe asked.
"Everything seems fine. The fall doesn't seemed to affected the little one," Wilson said doing more of a scan.
"What are you doing?" John asked seeing Wilson pressing on his son's stomach.
This was all a little new to him still but he was starting to come around. I mean his son was always the odd one out in the family. So it just seems natural that something like this would end up happening to him.
"Just making sure nothing feels out of place. You can't always see something that's wrong on a ultrasound. Everything feels good. Baby is fine so should Greg once the bruise heals," Wilson said.
"If you don't mind my asking how far along is he?" John asked.
"Two weeks shy of five months," Wilson said.
"And you just remember this off the top of your head?" John asked.
"Yeah pretty much," Wilson said covering House back up.
"How?" John asked.
"John he's the baby's other parent. So naturally he'd know," Blythe said.
"Right sorry forgot there for a minute," John said.
"It's ok I know it's a little hard to understand at first," Wilson said.
"That's the understatement of the year," John said.
"Well you guys stay if you want. Stacy I'm going to go check in with Chase and Cameron and let them know how Greg's doing," Wilson said.
"Ok," Stacy said.
Wilson went and checked up on the babies and Allison. All three were doing just fine right now. Wilson told them what was going on with House and how he was. After he left he went back to the room to find that only John was the only one in the room.
"Where's Stacy and Blythe?" Wilson asked coming into the room.
"They went to go get coffee," John said.
"Oh," Wilson said coming over to John and taking a seat.
"So is the baby really going to be fine?" John asked looking at his son in the bed.
"Yes there doesn't seem to be any damage done to it," Wilson said.
"No I don't mean from the accident but what about when it's born? Will it come out with ten fingers on it's hand or something like that?" John asked.
"From what we've been able to tell it'll be just fine. The only thing is explaining how it has two parents," Wilson said.
"What?" John asked confused.
"I mean how it has two dads instead of one. But by time the delivery comes I may not even be in the picture anymore," Wilson said.
"What do you mean?" John asked.
"Well Greg and I haven't been on the best of terms lately. Who knows what'll end up happening within the next five months," Wilson said standing up.
"What are you doing?" John asked seeing Wilson lifting up Greg's gown.
"Checking on the bruise. I just want to make sure it's not showing signs that there could be internal bleeding. So far everything looks good," Wilson said. Really he just didn't wan to talk about it anymore so that's the best thing he could come up with.
"Oh," John said.
"Well I'll let you go and see if I can find them," Wilson said walking towards the door.
"Before you go know this I love my son. I don't want to hurt him but I'm afraid for him. Blythe is having enough of a hard time but if she looses Greg because of this it'll be the end of her. I just don't want to put her through two deaths," John said looking at Greg.
"Well I'm not going to lie and say his chances don't go up because of his age but he'll have the best doctors working on him. None of them will let anything happen to him," Wilson said. 'At least of all me,' Wilson thought to himself.
"Thank you," John said.
"You're welcome," Wilson said stepping out of the room.
Wilson stood against the wall for a couple of minutes realizing that in the end he may have to say good-bye to a friend. Wilson didn't' know if he was prepared for that. He didn't' think he could sit there and watch his friend die knowing that his child would never know it's other father.
After Wilson got himself together he headed down to the cafeteria to find the girls having coffee.
"How is he?" Blythe asked seeing Wilson.
"He's doing great. He hasn't woken up yet but that should be sometime tomorrow," Wilson said.
"Thank you," Blythe said getting up.
"You're welcome," Wilson said taking her seat after she left.
"So how is he really?" Stacy asked after Blythe was out of ear shot.
"Fine why do you ask?" Wilson asked.
"Because of that look on your face. It's not the everything's fine look," Stacy said.
"No I was just thinking of what John said. He was telling me how it would kill Blythe to loose Greg and then to loose him too," Wilson said.
"Like it's not going to hurt you?" Stacy said.
"Yes it will but not like it will them. Greg isn't my son. Just my friend," Wilson said.
"And the other parent to your child," Stacy said.
"Yeah I know that. Look I'm going to go head back to my place and catch a nap. I'll see you later for the party," Wilson said getting up.
"Ok," Stacy said.
Meanwhile back in the room…
"Son I'm sorry for the way I acted. I'm just afraid of loosing you. Know this because I probably won't be here to see my grandchild born I'll always look out for him or her and you from Heaven. I love you son," John said kissing Greg on the forehead while letting a tear slip down his face.
Blythe came into the room a couple of minutes later. They sat and talked about the times when Greg was little and how weird it was for both of them that their little boy was having his own children now.
Later that night…
Since none of them were really in the partying mood they decided to just move the party to New Years Eve. They did open presents however. Once they were done since it was already midnight Wilson and Stacy took Greg's presents to his room.
Wilson was shocked to see John still there sleeping in a chair. Blythe had went back to Greg's place to get some sleep. John wanted to be there when his son woke up the next morning. So quietly as they could they left the presents and then each went their separate ways.
The next morning…
House was just starting to wake up when he felt a pressure on his arm. Thinking that it was Stacy he tried to move his arm to find that he couldn't move it. So House opened his eyes to find that his dad had fallen asleep on his arm. That's when he noticed that he was in the hospital and his leg was killing him. But it wasn't his right leg it was his left.
"Dad?" House asked shocked to see his father there.
"Son! You're awake!"
"Yeah what happened?" House asked looking to see what all he was hooked up to. That's when he noticed the bandage around his head.
"You were trying to get away and ended up slipping. I'm so sorry son," John said grasping his hand.
"How is the baby?" Greg asked determined to get an answer out of his father.
"They say it's fine," John said.
"Thank God," House said putting his hand over his face.
"Do you want me to get someone?" John asked.
"Yeah a black coffee," House said.
"Ok," John said getting up before House put his hand on his arm.
"Why are you being so nice now all of a sudden? Is there something you're not telling me?" House asked removing his hand from his dad's arm.
"No I've told you what happened," John said.
"So what's my condition?" House asked.
"You twisted your ankle when you fell. You have a nasty bruise on the lower right part of your stomach where your cane ended up hitting you. And you cracked your head open so they had to stable it shut," John said.
"Yeah I could have figured all of that out later. I mean what about the baby? Did I?" House asked not being able to bring himself to say it.
"Loose it?" John asked.
"No have it," House said.
"No it's fine. Or that's what that Wilson fellow says." John said.
"Where is he?" House asked finally noticing the presents for the first time.
"I haven't seen him since last night. Your mom and Stacy went home for the night," John said.
"So why did you stay?" House asked.
"Because I wanted to be here," John said.
"Why? Why do you care what happens? I figured you'd be happy if I lost it," House said putting his hand on his stomach in a protective way without even knowing it.
"Gregory I love you. That's never changed and never will change. I wanted to be here because I love you. I'm sorry for what I said last time but I was just freaked. I mean you always hope your son will follow in your footsteps and give you grandchildren," John said.
"But I went against both?" House asked.
"Yeah you did. I know it was new for you too. But you just come out of the blue with it. I just reacted badly. I'm sorry for it. I hope you can forgive me," John said.
"Why should I? You're just doing it because you're dying. If you were perfectly fine you wouldn't be here either would I," House said.
"I'm not doing it because of being sick. I'm doing it because I know I was wrong and I don't want to die not have made up with you. I love you and don't want to go out hurting you because we never got to say good-bye," John said.
"See you are only doing it because you're sick," House said.
"Greg I love you. I'm sorry I wasn't' a father to you when you were younger. I should have been there for you but I wasn't. Don't make the same mistake son. Learn from my mistake," John said.
"Stop with the garbage. I won't make the mistakes you did with me. After this is all over if I'm still alive this kid will know that I love it and want it. It will never feel like it wasn't wanted. It may not have been planned but it will never know that," House said.
"Greg I never said that once in your life. I love you and I always will. Don't do this son. Don't make the last couple of months we have together worth nothing. Don't do like I did with my father. I didn't talk to him because I thought that I'd always have later on. Well later never came for me," John said.
"What you just all of a sudden expect me to forgive you for not being in my life? You just want me to open my arms to you again? And hope I don't get hurt? I'm not letting my child know that kind of pain," Greg said crying now.
"Son I love you. I will not hurt you again so help me God. I love you and I will be here anyway I can," John said.
"No you'll just hurt me again," House said.
"No I won't. I love you. I will be there anyway you want me to be. Let me make up for it with my grandchild," John said.
"Dad," House said opening his arms for his father who came over to him and hugged him.
"I love you Greg," John said kissing the side of his son's head.
"I love you too dad," House said.
"I promise I will be here for you anyway I can," John said.
"Uh dad?" House said.
"Yes son?" John asked.
"I need to breath," House said taking short breaths.
"Oh sorry son," John said pulling back from his son and then wiping his face.
"It's ok I just need to breath still," House said wiping off his face too.
"So how's the baby?" John asked.
"I should be asking you that," House said.
"That friend of yours says it's fine. But I meant how's it been?" John asked.
"Fine I guess. It's started to move around a little bit. Feels more like butterflies then anything," House said not believing he was telling his dad this.
"Your mother said the same thing. Just wait if this one is anything like you were you're not going to be sleeping for the next twenty years," John said smiling at Greg.
"It better not be," Greg said glaring down at his stomach.
The rest of the time until Wilson, Stacy, and Blythe got there they just talked about odd and end things. House never brought up his dad's cancer because he couldn't bare to think of his dad not being around to see his child grow up.
"So you ready to go say hi to the twins?" Wilson asked.
"I've been ready," House said moving his feet so they were over the bed.
"How do you want to do this?" Wilson asked.
"Well in a wheelchair would be nice," House said.
"Do you want me to pick you up or are you going ot try and walk?" Wilson asked after rolling his eyes at his friend.
"I'll get him," John said.
"John remember what the doctors said," Blythe said.
"Yes I know," John said going over to his son and picking him up off the bed.
Once House got comfortable in the chair they left and went to Allison's room.
Allison actually trusted House enough to hold her children. He was shocked when he found out the name of their son. Allison and Robert named their son Gregory James Chase. Because had it not been for the guys then their children wouldn't have been there. Well they would have but not safely like they were. They named their daughter Elizabeth Nicole Chase.
Wilson brought House's presents down to the room and he opened them. Then they spent the day talking. Foreman called and told them he'd come tomorrow but right now he was with his girlfriend and her parents.
Later that night when John and Greg were alone in Greg's room Greg finally asked the burning question.
"You really have cancer?" Greg asked.
"Yes. They say I won't live until next year. They give me five to six months tops," John said.
"But you seem so well," Greg said.
"I just hide it like you do," John said.
"Just get some rest son. I'll see you tomorrow," John said bending down and kissing his son's forehead.
Once he left the room Greg stayed awake thinking things over. He finally fell asleep around three that morning.
NEXT CHAPTER: New years eve/Allison goes home
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