A/N: I don't own it, except Chrissy, god, how I love this kid... especially since she came from my imagination... :)
House stood in front of Cameron's room door staring at the floor. The shades of her room were drawn so he couldn't see inside. Slowly House raised a shaking arm to the door sliding it open and walking in with closed eyes.
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Chrissy happily hummed a song her dad played on the piano to herself and picked up another marker drawing a cane next to one of the figures of her drawing. Chase was working on a crossword but not getting far as his thoughts always traveled back to Cameron. Foreman tried to read a journal and Wilson sat with his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the picture of an unconscious Cameron out of his head. He looked at Chrissy on the floor with the white board and found himself breaking out into a grin.
Chrissy had drawn seven stick figures. One was totally black, another had long crazy blonde hair, one had two large circles around the chest area, another was drawn with a tie, and then there were the other three. There was a tall stick figure with a cane and two blue circles for eyes, a small stick figure with the same blue eyes in the tall stick figures arms, and… Wilson's eyes widened. The next figure was next to 'House' and 'Chrissy' with green circles as eyes and long brown hair and red scribbled over parts of her body.
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House stepped into Cameron's room and looked over to her bed. He put his arm out on the wall to catch him from nearly falling over. Her face, he couldn't even see her face. There was no face. The tube coming out of her throat helping her breathe, her eyes swollen and black, stitches across her forehead, her cheeks a mixture of blue and purple and red where ever there wasn't a bruise. House staggered over to the side of the bed having trouble breathing. There was a cast around her right wrist and handprints all over her arms. You could see the separate marks of each finger where the bastard had gripped her. The rest of her body was covered with the gown and blankets. He fell back into the chair next to the bed throat constricting.
"Ally, Ally," he whispered slowly reaching out for her hand. She looked so fragile, as if one touch and she would crack. House's hand went under hers. Cold and clammy, that wasn't how she was supposed to feel. Everywhere she went she lighted up the place with warmth. "I'm here Ally, I'm here, please come back, please." Slowly he stroked her hand with his thumb, the needle of the IV was in the way. He brought her hand this is lips kissing it gently. "I need you Ally, come back. Chrissy needs you. You said you wouldn't leave, don't leave." House found his head going forward leaning against her forearm. He did all he could do at that moment, and that was cry.
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House hobbled to the conference room limp heavier than usual. Pushing open the glass door, he walked in and collapsed in a chair next to Wilson. He didn't notice Chase or Foreman and zoned out. The room fell even more silent, the only sound that could be heard was the capping of markers and tiny footsteps.
"Daddy?" came a soft whisper form Chrissy. She knew she was a baby, but Daddy never had puffy red eyes. She looked like that whenever she had been crying. Chrissy was by his good leg by now and pulled on his pants leg. "Daddy?" House's head snapped toward the sound of her voice and he found more tears coming to his eyes. "Daddy?" Chrissy said again sticking her arms out towards him. House picked her up and held her tightly.
"I'm here baby, I'm here." Chrissy smiled at him poking his nose and giving him a kiss on the cheek. A tiny smile formed on House's lips and he kissed her forehead.
"Jimmy?" House said turning towards him. "You think you could take her for a couple of days?"
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