I'm not sure how realistic I've been in this story as far as the characters and their actions. Please let me know how you feel about it. If I'm way off it's ok to tell me. Enjoy.
Past meets present
Chapter 3
Approaching the crib he realized just how small the child was. Underweight and undersized due to the drug addiction. He did make eye contact with House which was good. "How could someone abandon you? Hang in there. Tomorrow you'll be much better. Drug free even." House quickly got him on the rapid detox treatment and made himself comfortable. He had nowhere else to be. His mind wandered for awhile and he tried to tell himself not to get attached. He wandered back in time to the reason he became a diagnostician instead of his original pediatrician choice.
Ever since college he knew that he didn't want to have to deal with patients. They all lie and he doesn't like dealing with that. Children and their parents don't lie when it comes to child health. The children have no reason to lie if they are under a certain age and the parents are usually too worried to lie. So when rotations and internship time came around he chose a pediatric internship one summer. Sure he had a tough as nails outer shell, he got that from his father and the abuse he endured but inside he really felt for kids.
Sick children have no control over their situation much like he had no control over his father's abuse. He connected with the kids indirectly and actually cared about them, if even just a little bit. Not many knew about his past, he changed specialties well before working at PPTH and he had only told Wilson. His flaw was that he opened himself to caring which allowed attachment. When his patient died his attachment created a sense of hurt or loss. House just ended up hurting too many times. He knew he had to get out before he fell apart so he made two important goals. Not getting attached and not losing a patient if at all possible. With completing those there would be no hurt, which led to the diagnostician result. He could diagnose without seeing them since he was brilliant and he didn't get hurt in the process.
Now with this case he almost had to care and he was afraid of getting hurt and all those old feelings he had managed to discard and forget. His leg pain was enough pain, both emotional and physical. He didn't need anymore pain, but this situation brought potential for just that. He came out of his thoughtful daze when he heard footsteps. He checked the monitors and waited for the door to open.
"Dr. Wilson I presume."
"How'd you know?"
"Your French shoes. Unique sound."
"How is he?"
"In a coma, but stable. Did you know he has no name?"
"Yeah. How are you doing?"
"You didn't tell Cuddy did you?"
"About what?"
"My past. Only you know. If Cuddy did know she would totally give me this case just because of that. If not it's because she thinks I can't care, which means she doesn't know."
"No I didn't tell her so she doesn't know. What are you going to do?"
"Not get attached."
"Good plan."
"But you know I can't do that. I do care, at least for him and I don't know what to do."
"Then get attached but also get prepared for the downfall of your actions."