Access restricted.

"Why is Woody's medical file suddenly restricted?" Garrett asked in a concerned voice as he stood with a doctor at the computer looking up Woody's file to help treat him. "It wasn't restricted last year."

The doctor sighed and typed in a special access password that would normally work, but the screen suddenly flashed red. Access restricted. Contact G. House, M.D. at Plainesboro-Princeton Hospital for Access, "Who's G. House?" Garrett asked in a frustrated voice. "Why is the file still restricted?"

"I'm not sure," the doctor replied in a distressed voice. "Look, Doctor Macy, why don't you just go sit with Detective Hoyt and I'll phone this Doctor House? When I know more, I'll come find you, okay?"

Garrett sighed, but nodded and moved down the hallway to the room where Woody was unconscious on a gurney with a gown and blanket covering his body. An oxygen mask was on his pale face, IV's were in his arms and hands, and a hospital bracelet and a clip were on his left hand while a machine that was carefully monitoring the detective's vitals.

Woody's cut clothes, shoes, wallet, and badge were piled on a corner chair beside where Bug was silently lingering with a crestfallen expression on his face.

"Any change?" Garrett asked softly as he opened the door and walked into the hospital room.

Bug shook his head, "Vitals are steady, but he hasn't woken up yet," he replied in a somber voice.

"Okay," Garrett said in a somber voice. "Did Nigel get you Woody's emergency contact information?"

Bug shrugged, "I haven't checked my phone," he replied as he reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell-phone, and offered it to Garrett. "I saw the film on the board when I was using your phone…"

"Woody stole it from the ER when he was there last night seeking treatment for a migraine," Garrett explained in a less than impressed voice. "I gave the film over to the lab techs to take a look at."

There was a sudden moan and Garrett frowned as Woody's eyelids suddenly began to flutter, "Bug, go get some sort of medical staff in here right away," he ordered. "Woody, can you hear me?"

"Are you sure you don't want anything, Annie?" Lily asked as she and Annie stood in front of the diner counter, staring up at the chalkboard menu that was above the counter. "You seem a little hungry."

Annie sighed and shook her head, "The water I had on the bus filled me up," she lied, not wanting to admit that she had spent the last of her money on the bus ticket to Boston and on Daniel's sandwich.

Lily silently looked over at where Jordan and Daniel were sitting and already helping themselves to sandwiches and a basket of fries, "I can buy you something to eat and nobody will have to know," she offered in a quiet voice as she put a hand on her aching back. "I need to get some food anyway."

"Thank you," Annie replied softly as she offered Lily a smile. "I wonder where my brother is."

Lily smiled, "I'm sure he's on his way," she replied reassuringly. "Who is he, if I may ask?"

"He's a police detective, actually," Annie said as the door opened and a dark haired man came in and immediately stopped behind Lily. "Lily, I think there's someone wanting to talk to you."

Lily turned around and her eyes widened in surprise, "Aren't you Leo Fulton Junior?" she asked in a shocked voice, immediately recognizing the man who visited the morgue the year before. "How are you?"

"I'm actually going by Henry Hurst now," the man replied in a nervous, but pleasant voice. "I was wondering if I could talk to you in private. If you're busy, I can always come to the M.E. office…"

Lily shook her head, "If you can wait til I'm done having lunch with my friends, maybe we can go for a walk and talk?" she suggested softly, wondering what he wanted. "Would that be okay with you?"

"That would be fine," Leo replied in a nervous voice as he moved to the end of the counter and silently sat on a stool in front of a menu. He picked up the menu and silently began to look through it.

Annie sighed, "I'm going to go sit with Daniel and Jordan," she said in a tired voice. "Okay?"

Lily nodded and Annie silently walked over to the table, leaving her alone with her many thoughts. Why did Henry want to talk to her? Who was Annie really?

Princeton-Plainesboro Teaching Hospital – New Jersey

"House, there's a call for you and please answer your own calls in the future!" Lisa Cuddy snapped as she came over to House, who was sitting at his desk with his leg popped on an ottoman and his cane planted on the floor, and offered him the phone from her office. "Next time, give them your…"

House scoffed and snatched the phone before making a face at Cuddy, "This is House speaking," he said in a semi-annoyed voice as he listened to the person on the other end. "House is my last name and Greg is my first; it's such a waste of time to use both names, though. What exactly do you want?"

There was talking on the other end and House's face suddenly went white and his eyes widened, "Are you absolutely sure it was him that had a seizure?" he asked in an unusually concerned voice, causing Cuddy to give him a worried and mystified look. "…Wait, he stole a CT film from Radiology?"

"House, what's going on?" Cuddy asked in a worried voice only to be given a death look by House.

House sighed, "…I'll authorize access to his medical records only after I come there and talk to him," he replied in a no-nonsense voice. "…No, we're going to do it my way or you can just dribble off to…"

There was a click and House sighed as he stared at the receiver a moment before offering the receiver back to Cuddy, "Wilson and I need time off," he said non-chalantly. "We have to go to Boston."

Cuddy's eyes widened and she gaped at House skeptically, "Wilson, get in here!" House yelled in an anxious voice as he began tapping his cane on the floor. "Wilson, I need a favor from you!"

"What?" Wilson replied as he hurried into the office and saw Cuddy there. "House, what is it?"

House sighed, "We need to get on a plane or take a train to Boston like right away," he said in an unusually somber voice. "I just got a call from a hospital in Boston and my son had a seizure…"

"Your what?!" Cuddy screeched, her eyes widening. "Greg House, you do not have a son!"

House scoffed, "In a manner of speaking, I do," he replied rudely. "I have a daughter too."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and Wilson looked mystified, "You never mentioned children," he said in a confused voice.

"I took a couple of neglected, abused kids in as foster kids in my younger days and I ended up adopting them after they turned 18 because they asked me to," House stated as he got up from his chair and leaned on his cane.

Wilson nodded even though he was still mystified, "How soon can we go?" he asked worriedly.

House looked at Cuddy questioningly, "Fine!" she yelled, unable to withstand House's stare.

"We can go right away," House replied in a satisfied voice. "Cuddy, delegate my patients and clinic time."

Cuddy scoffed, but said nothing as House and Wilson left the office; she couldn't believe them, but House wouldn't joke about having kids, would he?

Hospital – Boston, Massachusetts

"He's not awake like you said." a nurse asked in a soft voice as she stood beside Woody's gurney with a medical cart beside her. "Doctor Macy, I don't know why you and your friend came and got me."

Garrett sighed as the nurse pushed the medical cart away from the gurney, "Seizure patients might not wake up for hours or even days after they experience a seizure," she explained crossly. "I don't…"

"Doctor Macy," Bug said as Woody's eyes suddenly fluttered open. "Doctor Macy, he's awake."

The nurse and Garrett looked at Woody and saw that he was awake, but looked disoriented, "Detective Hoyt, how are you feeling?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Do you remember what happened?"

Woody tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by the mask, so Garrett removed it, "Where am I?" Woody asked in a faint, groggy voice as he blinked tiredly. "Doctor Macy, Bug, what are you…?"

"Woody, you're at the hospital," Garrett explained in a quiet voice. "You had a seizure at the morgue."

Woody blinked tiredly and sighed sleepily, "I can't think straight," he replied in a faint voice. "I'm so tired."

"Get some rest," Garrett said in a gentle voice as he put the mask back over Woody's face. "All right?"

As Woody's eyes closed again, Garrett looked at the nurse, "Can you go see if Radiology has finished reviewing Detective Hoyt's scan, please?" he asked in a calmer voice. "We'd like some information as soon as we can possibly get it and also see if you can get Woody admitted for observation at least overnight."

The nurse nodded and quickly left the room, leaving Garrett and Bug to watch over Woody. Both were mystified that this situation was evening happening.

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