House refused to leave the waiting area although he got the pleasure of growling at some annoying little kids.
Hour three of impatiently waiting for anything other than, "Dr. Cameron is still in surgery, Dr. House," House heard someone say his name. Looking up he saw Dr. James Wilson. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, ignoring the children's parent's glare.
He sat next to him. "Brenda called me. It seems when you harass nurses they come to me for help."
"What do they think you can do?"
"Entertain you, I guess. Here, I went to your office and got some things." He handed over House's Gameboy and phone.
House gave him a slight smile. "You're alright some times, Jimmy."
"Yep, I try. Do we know anything?"
His smile left his scruffy face. "Hell no. Only thing they keep saying is 'she's in surgery'."
"For what?"
"They won't tell me that either. Bastards."
Wilson was quiet for a moment before asking the question foremost on his mind. "Have they called Chase yet?"
House's scowl deepened. "How should I know? And I'm not calling him either," he told his friend before he could speak. "You want him here, you call him."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "He is her husband." House visibly winced at the word but Wilson wasn't sure if it was because it was Cameron they spoke of or the word itself. "I think he should know. He'll wonder why she's late."
"And call up here after getting no answer from her cell phone and get the same answer," was House's response.
"I suppose you don't want to talk about it," Wilson said, resignedly to the fact that House would be House.
"To say what?" House asked, brutally. "That Cameron, the best employee that I've ever had, might die? Whish should I be more pissed about do you think, Jimmy? The fact that she should die so young with potential unexplored or the fact that we never had our chance."
"House," Wilson said as he placed his hand comforting on his friend's shoulder. "She is married."
"Mistakes happen," he said, stubbornly. "Marriage is a drawback. Death is final."
"You don't know she's dying," he tried to reason.
"Oh, don't give me that crap!" House shot back. "You didn't see her."
Wilson, politely, excused himself, to presumably call Chase and check on Cameron's status. House decided his hands to his face after popping a few Vicoden was his only choice.