Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters.
A/N: R&R! thank youuu to all who've reviewed so far! Love ya all!
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House was not comfortable with this kind of situation. He was best friends with Wilson, but he wasn't comfortable being a shoulder to cry on. He cleared his throat.
"You, ah, you heard Foreman. She's gonna be ok."
Wilson looked at him sadly. "You don't know that. You don't know if she'll ever be the same again."
House nodded. "She will, James." He said softly. "She will be ok."
Wilson shook his head slowly. "How do you know, though? How do you know?"
"Because I know you. I know she's got a, uh, great dad who loves her, and a little brother, and me too, who loves her a lot. You'll get through this with her."
Wilson wrinkled his forehead, but smiled. "You love her, really?"
"Can't help it. I've fallen for the little weasel."
Wilson swallowed a lump in his throat and said, "It's getting late. We should probably get them home." He took sleeping Grier in his arms, and House awkwardly managed Tobin in his. Tobin woke up and lifted his head off of House's shoulder.
"Uncle Greg, what's wrong with Grier? Is something wrong?" He was a cute concerned little brother.
"Yeah, Tobe, there is. But you're gonna be there for her, right?" he asked, clearing his throat. A wave of pain was shooting up his leg every time he stepped. Tobin wasn't making it easier to walk.
Tobin nodded and rested his head on House's shoulder. Ah, to be three years old again, he thought. To know that something was wrong, but not care what it was. Just being in the know was enough. He shuddered as another wave of pain hit him.
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House buckled Tobin into the car, and Wilson did the same with Grier.
House cleared his throat and talked to Wilson. "You should probably get her scrip filled on the way home, start her tomorrow."
"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so." He said off handedly. Like he was thinking about something else.
"I'm going. Bye." He said and limped off towards his motorcycle. Once there he rubbed his leg for a few moments before speeding away.
He left Wilson to another half sleepless night at home, with the same crying as every night. The only difference was that now Wilson had something to soothe both him and his little girl.
He paced around the living room with Grier in his arms, semi rocking her to sleep.
"Shh, baby, it's gonna be ok. All this is gonna go away real soon. I promise. All these scary moments and no sleep, it's all gonna go away." She sniffled in his shoulder, like she understood.
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After she'd fallen back asleep, Wilson went to the kitchen, where he ran his hand over the lid of her medication. A bottle full of circular round tablets. Tablets that would take away seizures. But would they take away the carefree little girl she was when she wasn't having seizures?
Would she grow old beyond her years, having to take pills everyday?
He slid the bottle back on top of the stove where it belonged and went to bed, pushing those thoughts out of his mind.
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House stopped by the next morning. He heard Grier yelling when he opened the door.
Tobin ran for his Uncle Greg's leg and hid behind it, scared. "What's wrong with Grier?" he asked Tobin, but the little boy just shook his head.
House walked into the kitchen. "WHAT'S WRONG?" He yelled.
"SHE WON'T TAKE HER MEDICINE!" Wilson said, exhaustedly. "I've been trying to get her to take them for an hour.
"They taste yucky, Uncle Greg!" she yelled.
"Grier, you know they don't taste like anything." Wilson said condescendingly.
"Do too!" she yelled, stomping her little foot.
"Wilson, they taste like mint. Do they taste like candy canes, Grier?"
"Yeah. I no like candy canes!" she yelled.
House went to the fridge and took out a jar of applesauce. He took some in a spoon and stuck the one and a half pills in there. He walked over to Grier and said, "Open."
She obeyed because of two things: 1) She was a little scared of House, and 2) she loved applesauce.
He shoved the spoon in her mouth and told her to swallow. She did and smiled happily. "All gone, Daddy!" she jumped up and down. Tobin peeked his head out from behind a wall, carefully.
"House! You might not be able to take this medication with food!" he yelled.
"You can. She also might experience dizziness ,sleepiness, unsteadiness, upset stomach, blurred vision or a headache. You know that, right?"
"This is true. But…"
"But what?" he asked, waiting for Wilson's ranting to start.
"You know an awful lot about Tegretol and epilepsy."
"I'm a doctor. I have to."
"But you know a LOT about this certain medication. Why?"
House wrinkled his forehead and sighed. "You really wanna know why?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Fine. I know a lot about Tegretol because I used to be on it. And I know a lot about epilepsy because I have it."
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A/N: Plot twist! R&R! The whole applesauce/mint thing is true. I HATED the taste of Tegretol so I had to take it with applesauce. I'm not sure about the dosages but… I Don't own the rights to the drug. : r&r.