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House was late getting to the hospital this morning. In fact he didn't get here until the afternoon. He hd no idea that anyone is in his office until he gets in there. Hearing the tv he looks and then he sees Jamie on the couch asleep. He goes and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Jamie, wake up son. Why aren't you in school?" he asks.

"I know," Lynda said with a smile on her face as she still touched his face. She knew her son was just like House and he was beginning to even look a little like him. And in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if he would grow up to be just like Greg Hosue. Lynda chuckled as she shook that thought off. She knew he would no matter what she did, but she loved him anyway. 

"I think that can be arranged," she said as she held her son's hand for the first time in a very long time. She couldn't help but smile as she gave his hand a little squeeze. "And you ar very welcome," she said as she picked up her purse on the way out the door with her son. She walked with him, still holding his hand until they got all the way to her truck. Once at her truck, she lets go and then she went to the driver's side and got in, while Jamie went to get in on passenger's side.  

"Shhh...son," Lynda said as she went over and sat next to him. She couldn't help but put her arms around her son to comforte him. She knew she should be mad but something inside just wouldn't let her. Maybe it was the fact that Jamie was so much like his father and she knew she worked way too many hours. Finally, she lifted Jamie's chin so that she was looking at him deep into his eyes as she began to speak to him. 

"Listen son," she said in her mother loving voice. "I don't want you to worry about a thing. And I don't want you to go blaming yourself for anything," she said softly. "I will be just fine. I might have to have some treatments, but other than that, it won't be long before I'm back to my old self," she said with a chuckle. "But, honey, I do want you to be more careful and make sure you read the bottles before taking it out of my purse or medicine cabinet," she told him. 

Then Lynda got up from the couch and went over to get her purse. She pulled out her keys and turned to look at Jamie. "Now, how about we go get that ice cream, and yes of course, Chocolate Chip," she said with a smirk. "Then we can discuss new room ideas," she added as she opened the front door as she waited for him to join her. 

Lynda smiled and held Jamie's hands in hers. She was starting feel better and alot calmer as she began to softly and gently calm her son. "Shh...my sweet Jamie," Lynda said as she took one of her hands and softly touched his face. "You're mom is going to be alright. But yes, I do have a sever case of OCD," she told him. "It's nothing I can't handle," she told him smiling. 

"And the reason I haven't told you boys is because I didn't want you all to worry about me," she told him."Besides, I was on my meds, so it was under control," she told him and then let out a said sight. "But a few weeks ago, I went to take my meds and noticed they were gone," she told him, not knowing he was the one that took them.
"I've been trying to keep myself together, for everybody's sake, but the harder I try, the more things seems to be going wrong," Lynda said with a sight and tears stinging her eyes. "But anyway, I just have to go see your Uncle Mark to write me a new script," she added. 

Then she blinked away the tears as she looked at her son. "Why don't you and I go into town and get you a whole new bedroom set?" she asked her son. "And we can pick up some paint and give your room a whole new look. What do you say?" she asked him with a smile on her face, but there were still tears in her eyes. "And while we are out, we can stop off for some ice cream," she added. "You used to love that when you were little. Everytime we would go somewhere, you would look up at me and say Mommy, can we get some ice ceam," she said chuckling. "It was so cute," she said  as she trailed off the subject. 

"I know you will son," she said with a smile and then with a frown. She held her hand and slowly began to wring them as she continued to speak to her son. "There is also another reason why I am doing what I am doing," she said. "And no your father doesn't know about it, but I will eventually tell him and I will tell your brothers later," she said. Then Lynda cleared her throat as she began to speak to him seriouisly. 

"Son, your mom is sick," she said softly. "No, I'm not dying or anything like that, but I have a sever condition that, well, makes me sometimes do the same things several times in a row," she said. "I have sever OCD and I am on medication, though I might have to have it adjusted," she said. "But what I really need is for you, Joe and Jennie to really try hard," she said. "I know Joe and Jennie have some problems that I'm going to try my best to help them with, but it would really help me if you tried your hardest," she told him.