The incident in the kitchen made Wilson think too much the next day. He was able to convince Hannah to take her meds, and she agreed. All he would think about was a similar incident that he had with Hannah's mother. He was about to call Cuddy and ask if he could leave early when House walked in his office.

"What do you want?" Wilson snapped as he put the phone back on the receiver "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Hmmm, this is interesting" House said as he sat down "Either you and your daughter had an emotional role switch, or you're not taking your meds."

"I'm just...distraught, that's all."

"At least you made Hannah realize that she needs to take her meds."

"Yes, but at what cost?"

House gave Wilson a confused look. Wilson only shook his head and put his hands over his place.

"How am I suppose to help you if you won't tell me what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it..."

"You never want to talk about it. It's too 'personal' for you to tell me. Well, let me tell you something buddy! No one is going to hold your hand and tell you it's all right if you don't talk."

Wilson took his hands away from his face and looked at House. Then he sighed.

"Fine. Last night we started to argue and Hannah wanted to leave, but I locked the door. That's when she went into the kitchen and tried to kill herself" Wilson said as tears formed in his eyes "It was the scariest experience, because I was actually on the other side of the situation."

"You've been in that situation before?"

"Yes, it happened twenty years ago before I left my current girlfriend and Hannah. Of course, Hannah wasn't born yet but that's not the point. I couldn't handle being a dad and at first my depression was nothing, but then it got to the point where I was about to slit my wrists..."

"Just like your daughter did last night. That's why the incident is so scary, because you're reliving your experience" House said

"Exactly...maybe if I didn't have depression, then maybe I would have been in her life" Wilson said quietly.

"Wilson my friend, you can't change the past. But you're in her life now; doesn't that matter?" House asked. He was about to walk out of his office when he turned to him and gave him a suggestion.

"Also, I don't do this often but as a friend, I'm going to suggest that you add therapy to your treatments of your depression. I think you need it."

House left Wilson sitting there speechless.

Hannah was sitting on the couch working on her homework when Wilson walked in. He looked pale and Hannah knew that something wrong.

"Dad, are you all right?" she asked as she put her homework down on the couch and walked over "You look horrible."

"I'm fine. I'm better than I was this morning."

"You were thinking about me all day, weren't you?"

"Yes, and there was something else on my mind" Wilson said "Come on; let's sit down."

They both sat down. Hannah sat on the couch and Wilson sat in the matching chair. She was worried for her dad, and it showed.

"Hannah, last night was a scary experience for me. Not only because I was worried about you, but because I was in the same situation."

"You had to save someone else from killing themselves?" Hannah asked

"No, someone else had to save me."


"Your mother saved me. It was a few days before I left her. Your mother was in the bathroom when I was in the kitchen, drinking as usual" Wilson started to explain "My depression was getting the best of me and I just...didn't want to live anymore. I was about to cut my wrists when your mother came into the kitchen. When she saw what I was about to do, she did the same thing I did yesterday. She saved me,and sometimes I wish that she never did..."

Wilson started to cry. Everything from the past was getting to him, and he couldn't stop it.

"Dad, does this have to do with leaving me before I was born?" Hannah asked

"It has everything to do with that" Wilson replied "Sometimes I wonder about if I didn't have this illness. Maybe I would have stayed with your mother and I would have been a decent father for twenty years instead of one. I'm sorry."

Hannah got up from the couch and stood in front of her father.

"It doesn't matter if you were there for me for twenty years or one year. You're still my dad, and I still love you. That's all that matters, doesn't it?"

Wilson shook his head and got up from his chair.

"You're right" he said as he placed his hands on his daughter's shoulder "At least I'm here for you now. It's better than never being there at all."