House's cane dropped
"She's in a coma?"
"Yeah, the bruises on her face were, were pretty bad. We're thinking she was beaten before or during… the rape."
"Where is she Wilson?"
"Greg, are you sure you want to see her right now?" Wilson saw House's glare and felt the emotions rise inside his best friend.
"What the hell kind of question is that!" House whispered fiercely. "Of course I want to fucking see her. Cut the shit and tell me where she is." Wilson pointed to a room and House grabbed his cane and stood looking at Chrissy. "Stay with Uncle Jimmy for a little while sweetie, Daddy'll be back soon." House gave her a peck on the forehead as Chrissy smiled up at him.
"We'll be in the conference room Greg." Wilson said picking up Chrissy. House gave his signature nod and walked toward Cameron's room.
M.D. M.D. M.D. M.D. M.D. M.D. M.D.
Wilson got off the elevator and saw Chase and Foreman talking at the end of the hall. He felt Chrissy wiggle around in his arms and put her on the floor where she promptly ran to the two figures.
"Ace! Or-man!" Chrissy yelled as she ran and threw her arms around Foreman's leg. Foreman picked her up ruffling her hair and Chase gave her a signature pretty boy smile. Wilson walked over head down.
"You heard?" Wilson asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah." Foreman and Chase responded in unison.
"She's in a coma?" Chase asked.
"Yeah."
"If I ever find the son of a bitch that-" Foreman started before he was cut off.
"Yeah, and we probably won't" Wilson snapped. Silence fell on the group and Chrissy began to play with Foreman's tie.
"How's House?" Foreman asked breaking the silence.
"He was going into Cameron's room so I came up here with Chrissy."
"Ite ord?" Chrissy piped up looking at the rest of the group.
"Yeah," Foreman sighed. "I don't think your dad will mind you touching the markers."