“Night terrors?”

You ask as you walk into the room with Chase—no one ever called him Robert, only when they were mad.

And you had done that a lot.

“And he’s sixteen? Did Dr. House seriously think something bad happened to this boy? Or had PTSD—“

“Apparently. But we don’t know anything yet. Other than his symptoms and condition.”

The Australian accent comes out of his mouth as the door shuts behind you two, House, Allison, and Eric stand inside, discussing this strange boy and his jerks.

He had came in with his parents, trying to explain to House that he was having double vision and night terrors, Dr. House had dismissed them, but the boys leg jerked—like when someone is falling asleep. It wasn’t good.

“You thought it was PTSD.”

Allison says and sighs.

“I thought you were an only child.”

“Enough.”

Eric cuts through, annoyed at the tone, pointing at the chart. “We have to figure this out. What do we know? He was hit in the head playing lacrosse, he’s got double vision…he said he had that before playing. So what now?”