Disclaimer: Same as the other chapters.

A/N: Thanks for those who've reviewed! I hope you like it. Keep reviewing!

Househousehouse

House sighed. How to wake her up. That was the question…

He wished he could save her the trouble. He wished she could just remain asleep, remain blissfully unaware that this test could be changing her life.

But the truth was, he couldn't. She had to be awake. There were parts to the test that required her to do deep breathing and look at a flashing light. Both of those parts needed her conscious and aware.

OK. He had to do it now. This test couldn't be long and drawn out, seeing as there were other appointments lined up back to back.

He grabbed his cane and was about to stand up when he heard her mumble. "Daddy?" she asked.

She looked around and felt her head. Her face wrinkled up in a frown, but she didn't start to cry. She just looked…annoyed that these little things were in her hair, attached by goopy things. She tried to tug on one.

House said, "No, Grier, you can't do that. Please stop. It's important."

"Uncle Greg, where my daddy??" she asked, promptly letting go of the electrode as he'd asked. She knew already at such a young age that getting Uncle Greg mad was a bad idea. When he got mad, he wasn't like Daddy, who just took deep breaths. Uncle Greg yelled.

"Um, he's outside with Tobin." He was uncomfortable with this situation.

"Oh. OK." She lay back down and regarded him quietly. "Can I see him? I'm bored. And these itch. What are they called?"

Leave it to her. She was bored, her head itched, and she was having a possibly life altering test. If the results came back positive… well, who knew what could happen to her? But all she wanted to know was what the 'itchy things' were called. Kids. It was a good thing he didn't have any. "They're called electrodes."

" 'Lectrodes…" she murmured. "Uncle Greg, could you take the lectrodes out?"

"No. Listen, do you want to play a game, Grier? The sooner you play this game, the sooner you can see your Daddy and Tobin." He would bargain with the little weasel.

"Yeah!" she said excitedly.

"There are rules. You can't talk or move anymore." Talking or moving might screw up the test results. "And you have to do whatever I ask you. OK?"

She nodded her head.

"OK. Will you take deep, slow breaths until I ask you to stop? Like this," he said, demonstrating by taking deep breaths very slowly.

She started. She seemed to get frustrated as time wore on.

After three minutes, he said, "OK, you can stop. Good job, you're winning. OK, now I need you to take deep breaths really fast, like you're panting like a puppy ok?"

She groaned softly, but did as he asked. After another three minutes, he asked her to do the deep slow breaths again.

She groaned louder, but obliged.

"Good. You can stop. All right, now you need to just close your eyes as I flash this bright light at you. Just lay there, don't move or anything."

The strobe light blinked, first very slow, then at a normal speed, then very very fast, then did the round again.

"OK. You're doing…good. You can just relax."

Ten minutes later the test was over. "Good news, Grier! You can get the lectrodes off your head now!"

"Yay!" she smiled.

As House moved around her head, unsticking the electrodes as softly as he could, he realized he felt bad for her. She behaved so much like a normal child when, if his suspicions were correct, her brain wasn't being randomly disturbed by seizures.

Househousehouse

As soon as he told her she could hop down she bounded off the chair and stood at the door. She wasn't quite tall enough to reach it, so he twisted it for her as he cleaned up the tray and everything.

Wilson was waiting outside with Tobin as promised, and when House limped into the hallway, he saw Wilson perching her on his hip. She was chirping away about how Uncle Greg played a game with her, and she had to breathe realllllll slow like 'this!' and she showed him. Then she talked and talked about the bright light he flashed into her face.

House smiled lightly when Wilson caught his eyes.

"Look at your hair, little lady!" Wilson said, attempting to smooth her lion's mane of hair that was sticking up in several different directions from the thick paste.

"Uncle Greg put yucky stuff in it, Daddy!" And she continued her happy chirping.

Wilson told her to play with Tobin and walked over to House. "Thanks for taking care of all that. I owe you one."

House shook his head. Like, no problem.

"So, what did they show?" Wilson asked, fearing the worst.

"I'll get a rush on it. Should be in by end of business today."

Wilson nodded.

Househousehouse

Five hours later, both twins were napping in House's office and Wilson, House, and Foreman were huddled around a computer screen. Foreman had been called in because neither of them were specialists in this area. The results, AKA Grier's brain waves, were on the screen.

"Um, Dr. Wilson, these um, spikes and slowing of brain waves indicate a problem. Based on what House has told me and her symptoms…I'm sorry. She has complex-partial seizures."

Wilson's face dropped. His heart was crumbling. He looked at his baby girl. Would she ever be the same?

"Do you want me to explain more?" Foreman asked softly. He had to know about it a little. He was a doctor after all.

Wilson nodded.

"OK. Well, the good news is, her seizures are very, very treatable and they're not very bad. There are a lot of drugs to use but considering her age, I think we should go with Tegretol."

"Tegretol? OK." He said.

Foreman wrote a prescription, expressed his apologies once again, and left.

Wilson looked up from his hands and said, tears soaking his voice, "What am I gonna do, House? How am I going to get through this with her?"

Househousehouse

A/N: R&R!! I hoped you liked it. I don't own the rights of the drug either. But I Used to be on it, so I know what it does.