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CHAPTER TWO

House rolled back to his room, livid beyond belief. He had major tunnel vision and almost ran into Cameron's wheelchair that was sitting in between House's bed and the spare bed; she was sitting on his bed. At the end of the bed stood a man in suit and tie.

"House, you're back," Cameron said cheerfully. "This is Detective Ezzell. He wants to ask you what happened the other day."

"What if I don't want to?" House answered snottily.

"Dr. House, I know you've been through a lot but we have to piece together what happened," Det. Ezzell said.

House gave him a look of contempt. Det. Ezzell looked at Cameron as if asking her to have House co-operate. She gave him no help.

"If this is a bad time, I can come back later this afternoon," the detective offered.

"How's this? Why don't you come back like, later this never," House said.

"House!"

"Dr. Cameron, it's fine," Det. Ezzell told her as he straightened and walked to House in the wheelchair. "Dr. House, you, your cousin and Dr. Cameron were the only ones in your apartment and I will eventually need to talk with you. It's better if…"

House let the detective talk, but he wasn't listening. He just stared at the wall and pretended it wasn't really happening, that he was actually asleep in his warm, cozy bed and was dreaming. Det. Ezzell handed House his business card, which ended up in the floor, then left.

Cameron sat up, grimaced a little as she did, got off the bed and leaned against it, her weight on her left leg. She didn't really know what to say to him at that point. She was there in his apartment when it all happened and she was the only witness to talk to the cops as of late. And she knew what Debra told House right before he passed out.

Actually, when she rationalized it, House had every reason to be as detached as he was, more detached than he normally was. But she didn't understand the anger in him at the moment. If he was worried over Debra he shouldn't have been angry; sad maybe, but not angry. She suddenly realized that Cuddy must have talked with him already.

"House, do you want to be alone?" she asked him.

"YES! And I want something for the pain!" he barked.

She reached behind her and pressed for the nurse on the remote. When the nurse answered, she asked for 10cc morphine.

When she arrived, it was none other than Nurse Brenda, aka criminal accomplice turned nice. But Brenda didn't say anything about what happened between her and Debra. She didn't want to. In the past, she has put up with House, stood up to House, understood House. And she also knew when not to talk to him, and this was one of those times. He threw his arm out, backside up, and waited impatiently for the shot without saying a word. Brenda left when he'd gotten the shot.

House brought his forearm up to control any bleeding from the shot that might happen when he seemed genuinely surprised she was there. It was almost as if she materialized out of nowhere.

"Are you still here? Get off my bed!"

She stepped aside and sat in her own wheelchair, saying not a word, and watched him get into the bed. He didn't even bother lifting the sheets; he just crossed his right leg over his left, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

Cameron watched the whole scene, and knew she'd have to tread lightly with him. She didn't want him getting mad at her, too. It wasn't good for him, mentally or physically. But she was too tired, too drained. She hadn't slept much the past two days and she wanted to get into her own bed, well, the hospital's bed. She pushed the wheelchair towards the door when she heard her name. She stopped, but didn't look at him, remaining silent. She grinned, the upper right corner of her mouth rose.

She knew she had him.

"Stay?"

Without answering, she backed the wheelchair up to the bed beside his, locked the wheels and got into the bed. She lay on her left side, her head comfortably on the pillow, and stared House down.

Several minutes had passed in the silent room.

"Cam, did you know about Debra?" House asked, not opening her eyes or moving his head toward her.

"Uh-huh."

Softly, House asked, almost hurt, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, she told me she thought it was best for you if you didn't know how bad it was until she was sure the surgery would happen. She wanted to be the one to tell you. She thought you'd be happy."

House tried to recall the rest of the conversation in the cafeteria but he couldn't. He was so pissed off at Cuddy and Wilson keeping Debra's condition hidden from him he never let Cuddy finish what she was going to say. But, from what he did remember before that, he knew what it was.

"The coma guy – is Debra going to get his heart?" he asked. By his speech she could tell the morphine was finally starting to kick in.

"Yes, House," she answered softly.

"When?"

"Once they get approval from the wife. Foreman and Chase are having her sign it right now."

"Okay. Wake me when the surgery starts?" he asked, a yawn sprang from his mouth.

"Okay."

It was quiet again and Cameron waited to hear if House had anything else to say, but he started to snore. She laughed under her breath. She heard then saw Wilson walk through the door. He looked at House, shook his head when he saw him asleep, then looked at her confused.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I had Cuddy move me in here."

"Ah. House let you stay in here with him?"

"He already knew I would, Wilson. He already knew I would."