Allison slowly blinked her eyes open, aware of a beeping sound next to her and a dull pain she couldn't quite pinpoint. She blinks again and slowly looks around. She is in hospital. She feels a slight pressure on her hand and looks down, surprised to see that the pressure was caused by House's hand holding onto hers. She smiles weakly as she looks at him. He is asleep. She then frowns at the realisation that him sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair must be hurting his leg. She gently pulls her hand out from under his and reaches over to stroke his hair. "I love you House," she murmurs before drifting back into unconsciousness. When she woke again House was pacing the room, his limp far more pronounced than usual, a look of worry on his face. She quietly takes in his appearance – he does not appear to have shaved in at least 2 days, his face was pale and from what she could see he had dark bags under his eyes. She closed her eyes and a tear trickled down her face as she realised she was the source of his pain. She opened her eyes again to see him ease himself into the chair next to her bed, wincing as he did. As he sat rubbing his thigh she wondered whether she should let him know she was awake. No, I'll wait until he leaves, then I'll 'wake up'. I feel so guilty. I don't want to face his questions. She thought as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. She dreamt about House.
"Allison, please forgive me, I'm sorry I never noticed how much pain you were in. I should have seen the signs. I should have known..." House was on his knees in front of her, begging for her forgiveness. "It's OK Greg, you couldn't possibly have known, it is a secret I have kept hidden for years."
"Why did you not tell me?"
"Because you would have mocked me for being weak. For not having a more healthy outlet."
He shakes his head vehemently, pleading with her "I wouldn't...I would never..."
"Yes, you would. You could never understand..."
The man that looked like House began to change, becoming instead the man that had haunted her dreams for many years, the man she thought she had escaped. "Hello Allie," the man grinned menacingly at her "shall we play a game?"
Cameron woke up screaming, tears streaming down her face. All she saw was a pair of male hands try to calm her down and she started screaming even harder, forcing him off her, eventually pushing him so hard he staggered backwards, lost his footing and landed on the floor. She couldn't stop screaming as images of him flashed through her mind. The last thing she remembers before the sedative she had been given took effect was a gentle voice saying softly "oh, Allison."