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"House! GREG!" Wilson said louder as his nails dug into House's shoulder. Slowly House's eyelids flicked open.

"Cam, what chu yellin' for?" House slurred. Wilson sighed and rubbed the back of his neck while House closed his eyes again. Wilson heard some blocks hit the floor and anger started to build up inside him. He'd spoken to House after Cuddy kicked him out of the hospital. House had known he was coming back with Chrissy. House had known, and he still got drunk. Wilson let out a breath and smacked House upside the head. House's head shot forward and he grabbed it in pain.

"What the fuck?" House said one hand rubbing his temple another reaching out for vicodin.

"Oh, you're telling me what the fuck?"

"Yeah, I'm telling you! Besides being the only person in the room, who smacks a drunk person with chronic pain I might add, in the head?"

"I DO." Wilson boomed causing House to grab his head once again.

"Stop yelling!" House hissed.

"No!" Wilson started. "No I won't. I actually thought you were getting better. Going out with Cameron, marrying her, lowering vicodin intake, HAVING A KID!" Wilson started pacing in front of House. "But oh no! Even when he has a nine month that's been dying to see him for a week, HE GET DRUNK." Wilson shot a piercing stare at House. "SO DRUNK, I might add, THAT HE CAN'T EVEN OPEN HIS EYES WHEN HIS DAUGHTER CALLS OUT TO HIM. I wonder what he's thinking now. I WONDER WHAT HIS WIFE WOULD THINK IF SHE WERE HERE!"

"BUT SHE'S NOT." House bellowed back. "She's not," dropping his voice to a whisper. "She's in the hospital hooked up to a breathing tube, bruised and battered, and in a coma. When she should be here with me." Wilson sighed again dropping himself onto the couch next to House.

"She'll come out of it, she's Cameron."

"I don't know if I can do it." Wilson stared at House.

"Do what?"

"Become alone again."

"You're not alone House. Cameron and Chrissy are here."

"Oh God, Chrissy!"

"Ah, the drunk awakens. You bastard, how could you forget your only daughter?"

"Of course I didn't forget about her," House said in an angered tone. "I'm just thinking how screwed up she's gonna be not having Cameron around."

"She'll be fine, it just for a little while. Plus, if she isn't screwed up by now, I doubt she will be." House gave a small smirk as silence came over both of them. House popped a pill and sighed. Wilson was about to open his mouth when he heard a small sniffle.

"House?" Wilson said softly.

"She said she wouldn't leave Jimmy," he said barely above a whisper. "She said she wouldn't leave." Silent tears began to fall. As odd as it felt, Wilson put his arm around House.

"She didn't leave, she's taking a break for a little while. That and she didn't do it of her own free will. She won't ever leave you she'll be back. And Chrissy'll be fine too." House nodded and Wilson gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Daddy?" came a small voice and both their heads snapped to the left. House made eye contact with Chrissy and gave her a small smile.

"Right on cue kiddo." Said Wilson as Chrissy ran over. House lifted to him pressing a kiss to her forehead and rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"Hey, we're gonna be alright, aren't we?" Chrissy gave him a confused look but smiled and nodded her head. House held her tighter and Chrissy buried her head in the crook of his neck laughing as the stubble tickled her face.

"Daddy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Oo mell." House laughed and rubbed his nose against hers.

"I do don't I?" Chrissy nodded her head. "Well, in that case, Uncle Jimmy's gonna order us some Chinese while I take a shower." Wilson shook his head taking Chrissy while House stood.

"We're gonna be alright Jim."

"Yeah Greg, you're gonna be fine." Another signature nod and House was limping down the hallway and Wilson was heading towards the phone.

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