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Chapter 7

House was pleased to be in his own bed snuggled up to Dom. He had gone home and helped her bath and put the twins into bed. They had gone to bed; as soon as Dom had finished making sure all was running smoothly in the restaurant. They had hired a group of musicians to play in the bar, four nights a week, so House and the "Blues brothers" as House always called the x-cons that played with him and lived in one of their apartments, only had to preform three nights a week.

Dom and House were also guardians of an eighteen year old, named Billy Timms. House had met him when he had been shifted to the rehab facility. Billy had been bought up by his drug addicted mother and father, and when he was ten, he had killed his father with a blow to the head; his father at the time had been beating his mother. The boy had somehow worked his way into Greg Houses heart; Dom always thought that House had seen himself in the boy. When House was released and Dom and him had started the restaurant, they had hired a lawyer and eventually Billy had been released into their custody. He was on a strict good behavior bond and was attending the local high school. It was hard because he had never socialized with other teenagers, he was bright academically but found it hard at school as all his peers knew of he background and avoided him.

Dom was resting in Houses arms after they had made love, she was lying with her head on his chest, and he was stroking her arm with the tips of his fingers.

They both felt mellow and lazy as they discussed, the hospital, the restaurant and their children.

"I'm worried about Billy." Dom said as she absent mindedly played with Houses sparse chest hair."

"That's all we need! What's the problem?"

"I think it has something to do with a girl, but he had been a bit cagey about it."

"Do you want me to talk to him about it."

"Yes but be careful, he was a bit touchy when I teased him, I saw them together yesterday when I picked him up from school."

"What did he say?"

"Just that they were only friends and he didn't want me making a big deal about it."

"Sounds logical to me, he should be running around catching crabs, like most eighteen year olds."

"What do you mean, "crabs," I don't know what you are saying."

House explained what he meant, which earned him a small slap on the chest, they chatted easily with each other until Dom said she was thirsty. She climbed out of bed and went to get her robe from behind the bathroom door; House was enjoying the view as she walked nakedly away from him. Dom smiled and rolled her eyes as she saw the glint in those beautiful eyes.

"Like what you see?" she said flirtatiously

"Spoilsport" he said as she shrugged into her robe. She giggled as she made her way out to their kitchen.

House lay with his hands behind his head awaiting her return, he wore a satisfied grin, life was good, and he felt happy. Little did he know that in a few short moments, his world would be shattered?

The sound of breaking glass had him out of bed, grabbing his own robe and his cane. When he arrived at the kitchen the sight that greeted him filled his heart with dread.

"Emergency service, how can I help?"

"My wife has just had a seizure, and is unconscious."

"Describe what happened please?"

"Look, I'm a doctor, I need an ambulance!"

After relaying their address and where to come, he hung up the phone and rang downstairs and asked for Ania and Billy to come up urgently.

House had rolled Dom on her side into the recovery position. She had not regained consciousness; he spoke to her trying to rouse her. When Ania and Billy arrived he gave Billy instructions to wait at the side door down stairs to show the paramedics' where to come.

He instructed Ania to stay with Dom, and showed her how to support her so she stayed on her side so she would be safe if she vomited, and he quickly went to their room and dressed so he could go with her to the hospital.

"This is serious, Greg?" his mother-in-law asked anxiously.

"It could be," he agreed, "I don't know if she slipped and hit her head, then seized, or she seized then hit her head. We need to scan her to make sure she doesn't have a bleed or a clot." He explained.

He took out his cellphone and rang Wilson, who was in bed asleep. It was just after eleven. He knew Wilson would have Eric Foreman's phone numbers and he asked him to get in touch and ask him to meet them at the hospital.

To House's relief Dom regained consciousness on route to Princeton Plainsbourgh Teaching Hospital, she was disorientated and had no recollection as to what had happened after she had left their bedroom.

"This will help the pain." Eric Foreman explained to Dom, who had a very sore head, and was finding the noise and the lights very painful.

The paramedics had put in an intravenous line in; on the way to the hospital so Foreman administered the drug he was giving her, through that. Foreman had contacted Chase and Hadley as soon as he had got off the phone from House, Taub had not answered, so was not there yet.

"We need to scan you and see what's going on," he explained to Dom.

House had not let go of her hand since they had arrived; his face was an expressionless mask, and he barely spoken.

"Did you wake with a head ache?" Chase asked her

"No, I hadn't been asleep, I was going to get a drink of water, I remember nothing from leaving out bedroom."
"We'd just had sex." House added.

"Greg, we don't have sex! We make love!" Dom chipped in,

House rolled his eyes "We had just made love!" he corrected. They were making their way down to the CT scanner, House was filled with dread, he knew that thirty six year old women did not have a seizure, without there being something seriously wrong.

They helped Dom onto the table and Thirteen injected a dye into Dom's vein. House reluctantly let go of her hand. They all left her going into the control room.

"Try and stay as still as you can, it will only take a few minutes." Thirteen explained to Dom.

They all carefully watched the monitor for bleeds, or clots, that could have caused her to seize.

"All clear," said Foreman "no sign of clots or bleeds."

"Is there any family history of epilepsy?" Thirteen asked

"No idea," said House "it would be quite rare to start in her thirties though."

"Rare but not unheard of." Chase stated then said over the microphone to Dom. "All done."

They went and helped her back on to the gurney on which she had come in.

They asked Dom if she knew of any relative with late onset epilepsy, but she knew of none.

"We'll do an MRI," Foreman said "We can always come back to the epilepsy theory, let rule out anything else."

They explained to Dom that and MRI would show much more detail and they would do it immediately.

House was quiet, he had taken her hand again and was subconsciously stroking the back of it with his thumb. He was trying not to show just how worried and scared he felt, but Dom was not fooled. While the team were busy organizing things, she turned to her husband and said gently, "Greg, it will be alright we'll get through this!"

"Of course we will!" he gave her a weak smile and reached down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

They had arrived at the MRI suite and Dom had slid onto the table, she was in the scanner and Foreman was ordering the views he wanted.

"OK Dom we are about start. Hold as still as you can." Chase said over the microphone.

All eyes were on the computer screen as slice after slice of Dom's brain came into view. No one spoke as they all concentrated on the images.

"There" said Chase pointing to a small white area "It's a tumor."

Foreman instructed thirteen to change the view so they could have a better view; none of them noticed House slump backwards onto a chair. The team were in doctor mode were discussing the best view to see what type of tumor it was.

"Edges are smooth, I'd say it's a meningioma" said Foreman

"Non malignant, but not in a very good place" said Chase

"It's close to the brain stem." Thirteen agreed. They finished all the views they needed and Chase said into the microphone "All done, let's get you out of there."

They had all got caught up in the medicine and really forgotten about House who was sitting, in shock, trying to compose himself, before going back out to see his wife.

"You need a minute?" Chase asked kindly, the other two looked on sympathetically, which House absolutely hated, so he braced himself and stood up.

"I will tell her, OK? Give us a few minutes." He said getting up and walking into the room and activating the slide to get his wife out of the scanner. The team turned off the intercom so House could talk to her with out them overhearing, they turned their back to give them some privacy.

"I hope Cuddy's wrong about him, she said that first sign of trouble he be reaching for the pills, do you think he will?"

"Once an addict always an addict, I hope for Dom's sake he won't, but people don't really change and he has always used substances as means to cope, so hide your prescription pads!"

"I think he could surprise us all, he has kids now! He is different, you have to admit that." Chase defended him.

"What will you do now?" asked Thirteen.

"I'll refer them to a neurosurgeon, but I don't think any one will touch it, so they'll have to go down the radio therapy or chemotherapy route." Foreman explained, "If it was operable, the prognosis would be good, it's just a shame it's where it is."

"Do you think House gets it? I mean that it's not operable and what that means." Thirteen asked

"Yeah he gets it, didn't you see his face?" Chase said sadly.

"It is fast growing, because she has only had a few headaches in the last week, and them straight into a seizure, I hope the radio therapy and or chemo can buy them some time."

House tapped on the window to get their attention, they all went back into the room.

"OK, Eric. What do you recommend?" House asked he took Dom's hand and looked at Foreman expectantly. Foreman was a little off balance with House's use of his first name.

"I'll pull some strings and get you into a neurosurgeon as soon as I can."

"Don't sugarcoat it, we both want the truth." House interrupted him.

"I'm not a surgeon, but I don't think that the tumor is operable."

"So if it's not what is the prognosis?"

"That's Wilsons territory, not mine. Sorry!"

"Not your fault."

"We can medicate you for the pain, and give you pills that will control the seizures, you won't be able to drive a car, even on the meds."

"How long do you think we'll have to wait for the appointment?"

"I'll get Cuddy onto it first thing, it's a shame Monroe is back in the UK, cause it means that department is short."

"Who else is there?"

"Here there's Johnston, and at Mercy there's Peters and Thomas."

"Who's the best?"

"Monroe, but Peters is talented, Monroe is just more innovative which might help here,"

"Whens he due back?"

"I think the end of next week." Chase chimed in.

"We'll try Peters, can see if we can get in as soon as possible, I think time is of the essence here!"

"I be on it first thing, tomorrow's Thursday, you'll be lucky to get in before next week."

"Then if they will operate it will be another week before there's a theatre free." Said House frustrated.

Dom looked at him "you said you thought surgery was a long shot anyway, Greg."

They went out of the MRI suite to find Wilson waiting outside he could tell by their faces the news was not good.

They got Dom's medication and Wilson gave them a lift home.

It was four in the morning when they let themselves into their apartment. Ania was asleep on the couch she woke as they came in, they spent the next hour filling her in on Dom's condition, there were many tears shed by mother and daughter, House was very stoic and withdrawn.

House and Dom went to bed and surprisingly they slept, Ania had stayed on the couch and soon as she heard the twins wake she bought them out to the kitchen so their parents could have a little more sleep. The twins chatted noisily, not noticing their nana's tear-filled eyes, she could not bear the thought of the two of them loosing their mother. She prayed silently for a miracle.

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