A/N: I think that this is a new chapter. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for all the reviews. BTW, the characters from House MD, are not mine and I'm not making money off of them.

House spent the rest of the day away from Chase. House understood that the man needed time to actually digest the information that he was receiving. Not only were the medical files in the folder but also doctors' notes and thoughts on prognosis and treatment plans. House had spent part of the night working on it. Gathering all the pertinent papers and information. It was his plan that if Chase was presented with all the information then he'd understand what was happening.

He had asked Cameron if Chase ever saw his file. When she had said no, he knew that this was the way to reach him. He knew his fellows. And while Foreman was probably a lot like him on the outside, it was Chase whose brain worked in a similar fashion. These past weeks had brought back a lot of memories for House about how he was feeling after the infarction. He knew he was too late for help, but maybe Chase wouldn't turn out a wreck like he had.

When he went to visit the next day he was happy to see that Chase looked better. The antibiotics and rest must have helped. He knocked this time before entering. "Here to impart more words of wisdom, o' king of the cripples?" Chase's voice was still weak and raspy but it had not lost any of it anger from the last time he heard it.

"Are you going to listen and heed?" House countered, before sitting down. When there was no come back House continued. "So, Dr. Chase, in your expert medical opinion, what would you have suggested we do for the patient?" House gestured to the file that was still open on the table in front of Chase. The man must have read through it again this morning.

"Just because you did the right thing doesn't mean I have to agree to it nor do I have to like it."

"I didn't ask that. I asked what would you have suggested we do."

"Everything you did." Chase hung his head down. "Just as I thought, this is all my fault. I should have just come to the hospital when the EMT's offered me the ride with the kid whose leg was mangled." Chase paused at that.

House stayed seated, unsure as to where Chase's thoughts were going next. The pale face turned paler and Chase's mouth hung open. "What happened to all those kids? What kind of person am I? Worried all about me, while there were all those kids who were hurt. They could be dead. I never asked."

"Chase, stop." House interrupted the young man as he saw the monitors start to react to Chase. "Everyone was fine. There were only three deaths because of the accident. And none of them had to do with the people you came in contact with. Didn't you see any of the news articles or cards?"

"Cameron mentioned something about them, but I don't remember."

"What's going on with the two of you by the way?" House felt that being Chase brought it up, he could add to it.

"Nothing."

By the tone of voice and how he could see the slight movement in Chase's arms, he knew that the man didn't want to talk about it. Well too bad for him, House thought. "I thought you-"

"I said to drop it." Chase ground out. Looking at the man in the bed House thought it best to follow what he was being told. He wasn't quite sure Chase would let him out of the room with all his limbs attached otherwise.

Before House could say anything else there was a knock on the door, which then opened. "Dr. Chase?" A woman came into the room. She wasn't dressed liked a nurse. She was followed by a man who had something in his arms. "I know that you are still sick but I really wanted to come visit you."

"I'm sorry." Chase started to say but what cut off again by the woman.

"I don't expect you to remember me. Especially after all this time and all that's happened. But I don't think I could ever thank you enough for helping me and my son. I want to introduce you to Chase Robertson."

The man came forward and before Chase knew it, there was a bundle of baby in his arms. "We wanted to name him after the man who saved him. But we didn't think that Robert Robertson was fair to the little boy. So we went with Chase."

"Bill and Mary?" Dr. Chase asked quickly, the names coming back to him.

"Yes. We've been trying to see you since we heard that you were going to pull through. But the doctors said that you were too sick, or weren't up to visitors. I figured they were just snowballing us. But when we brought Chase in for a check up and I heard your name from some of the doctors we thought that we could sneak in to see you."

"Its really not a good idea for you to have a new born here. I'm sick." Chase knew he sounded lame.

"I'm sure its okay. Besides, being exposed to germs will help him build up his immune system. Nothing wrong with that. Besides he seems happy with you." Mary answered, brushing off Chase's concern.

"Its true. He doesn't like many people holding him. Chase there won't even let his grandparents hold him without crying." Bill added his two cents in.

Chase looked down at the baby in his arms. The child looked back up at him. There was brown fuzz on top of his head that pointed to the mother's color but the father's texture. The big blue eyes that stared back at him also pointed to a mix of both parents. The child was beautiful.

Then the little boy smiled up at him, showing a toothless grin. Chase couldn't help but smile back. Children, and babies in general always made him smile. He didn't know why, it was just one of those things in life.