House was dreaming. He dreamt he was dead, and that someone had just lifted him into a coffin on a kitchen trolley.

'That's odd,' he thought, 'someone's holding my hand.'

He tried to look up, but he couldn't. He tried to talk, but it didn't work.

He felt like someone had lifted him down into his grave, which was strangely warm and soft. In the background, he could hear bits of Elvis tracks playing softly:

'Holding on for dear life
holding you this way
begging you to stay'

'We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
what you're doing to me?'

'Oh break it, burn it, drag it all around
Twist it, turn it, you can't tear it down
Cos' every minute, every hour you'll be shaken
By the strength and mighty power of my love'

'Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, my hair's softly falling
On your face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind'

'Baby I want you, you'll never get away
My love will haunt you yes haunt you night and day
Touch it, pound it, what good does it do
There's just no stoppin' the way I feel for you'

'Down through the years we've had hard times and tears
But they only helped our love grow
And we'll stay together no matter how strong the wind blows
Not once have I seen your blue eyes filled with envy
Or stray from the one that you hold
Oh true love travels on a gravel road.'

'In your warm and loving bed, think of me, won't you
won't you think of me'

House heard a soft voice calling him...

House stirred. He groaned as the agonizing pain throbbed through his leg, stiffening his movement.

"Greg, are you alright, wake up," said the soft, gentle, voice.

House opened his eyes. They were blurred as he saw someone looking over him.

"Mom?" he murmured. 'No, it can't be,' thought House. 'Her voice isn't like that.' He blinked.

"Stacy?"

'No, it can't be her either, she doesn't have brown hair - she has black.' He sat up properly, rubbing his eyes. Then he could see her face properly.

"Cameron!"

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Cameron was worried that House's heartbeat was dangerously slow. They wheeled him along to the ward as she secretly held his hand.

Chase noticed she was doing something. "What are you ---doing," he asked her curiously.

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'Checking his heartbeat,' she said innocently, smiling to herself as she remembered what House once said.

'I teach you to lie, cheat, and steal, and as soon as my back's turned, you wait in line?'

"I'll keep an eye on him," said Cameron as Chase and Foreman left. She sat next to the bed Greg had been put into.

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She sat there for a while just looking at him. She quietly checked nobody was in hearing range as she started to sing softly:

'There whenever you need to know that there is someone who cares, oh yeah!
So if your new love isn't your true love
don't you worry darlin', I'll be there'

'I know I shouldn't want to keep you
If you don't want to stay,
Until you've gone forever
I'll be holding on for dear life
Holding you this way
Begging you to stay'

'We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see
what you're doing to me?'

'Oh break it, burn it, drag it all around…..'

As she sang snatches from different songs, she noticed his heart rate had gradually been going up. She smiled.

Suddenly he groaned. "Greg, are you alright, wake up!" she said gently.

He opened his eyes as Cameron looked over him. He murmured something then sat up suddenly and rubbed his eyes and looked at her.

"Cameron!"

"What happened? Are you alright? I've been watching you sleep," said Cameron anxiously.

"That's nice, was it interesting?" He said sarcastically as he started to sink back into his bed-his leg was killing him. Chase and Foreman came through the door. House groaned.

"Great, if you haven't got any vicodin you can go away."

Chase threw a tube of pain killers over to House from the foot of the bed. House caught them and popped them like some breath mints as Foreman started to talk.

"We need to ask a few questions, first of all, has anything hurt in the last couple of days?"

"Eur, what the hell are these, they taste like cheap tomato flavored pills!" said House, spitting out the pills.

"The doctor prescribed them for you, now can you please answer my question," asked Foreman forcefully.

"Why do I need a doctor?-I am a doctor!"

"Answer my question." Foreman said threateningly.

"Well ,lets think, I've been taking pain killers for the last couple of years, most of my left leg muscles are dead, so ,no nothings been hurting," House said sarcastically.

"We also need to ask yo-."

Foreman's words were cut off by a large, fake snore from House. Cameron folded her arms and raised her eyebrows and made a 'typical' look on her face, but she couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her face.

Foreman looked to Chase. "We'll ask him when he's more willing." They strode out of the room.

"Menu's on the chair if you want it," said Cameron as she left. "Oh, and by the way, I hope you heard my singing," she said as she disappeared through the door.

House's eyes were now open and wide with surprise.

'So she was the one singing and holding my hand?' House thought, 'she still likes me - that's just weird, why can't she just leave me alone?' He turned over and went to sleep.