Why do you care?

Cameron awoke to a noise that sounded like someone was trying to break down her front door. In addition to that someone else in her apartment was crying in a heart melting way. But no matter how hard she had tried to move every time she had awoken it was just an impossible task to do. She had slipped in and out of consciousness for a long day. She was almost drifting away again as the noise was there again. It sounded like a cane pounding against wood. With a slight confused smile playing on her lips she started to drift away again. Despite her attempts to stand and fulfil her duties.

House had been knocking at Cameron's door for some minutes now and started to get worried. She had already been complaining about feeling unwell the day before and today, it was Friday and her free weekend, she hadn't appeared at work with out excusing herself. Finally he started to think of a place Cameron would hide her spare key. He didn't find one so he began to work on the lock with his credit card. After several minutes he became aware of a noise coming from Camerons's apartment. He listened more closely and made out a crying. "Does that cry come from Cameron?" he thought anxiously. He remained kneeling in front of her door concentrating hard on the cries. He frowned as an recognition dawned on him. "It's a baby crying." Confused and still worried he continued breaking into Cameron's apartment. Finally a click appeared and the door was open. Groaning he got back on his feet leaning heavily on his cane. Slowly he stepped into her apartment and the cries became louder and louder. After some steps he stood in the living room where the cries seemed to come from. Behind the second sofa a playpen was set up and sitting there clutching the wooden grids of the playpen a little boy cried. As a bewildered House walked towards the boy he immediately retreated when he became aware of the frightful smell that came from the boy. Disgusted House went to find the bedroom where he assumed Cameron would probably be.

"Shit," he breathed deeply concerned. He went to the bed Cameron was lying in faster than a cripple should be able to and sunk down to his knees to be on the same level as Cameron. He laid his hand on her forehead and whispered:" Cameron. Can you hear me? Come on Cameron. You with me?" After slapping her a few times she stirred.

"House?" she asked sleepy and disorientated. "What are you doing here?"

"You promised to bring me lunch. You didn't. I thought you'd let me starve for ... you know... And I was pretty pissed. Deal is deal. Then I found out you didn't show up at your patient's bedside so..."House tried to joke to cover his concern. Suddenly he smiled appreciatively:" Even Cuddy was looking for you. Let a patient down. Man Cameron.

A/N: I have a rough idea of what i want to happen. Note English is not my first language and this is my first fic. I don't really care for medical details it's more about Cameron's sick with a one- year- old she's not able to care on account of her illness and House stays to care for Cameron and so he also takes the kid. Later House& Cameron&Kid.

I'd appreciate if you'd give feedback concerning my grammar and stuff.