A/N: Wow! I can't believe how well this has been received! Thank you so much for all your comments and ddx's! Some of you are kind of close on what's going on with Cameron. So now, back to it!!

"It's been a month. A month since I slept in my bed."

He looked at her quizzically not sure whether or not to speak or to let her continue. She made the decision for him.

"I don't know what happened but one night I was lying in my bed and my head was just spinning. 'Did I do the right thing for that patient? Did I pay that bill? Did I lock the apartment door?' It just kept going and going. So I got out of bed and went to check the door. Then I couldn't go back to my room. All the sudden the walls seemed to be closing in on me. So I opened the patio door and fell asleep on the couch. That's how I sleep every night now. I have to be able to see the door open to the outside or I start to panic."

"Cameron, you do realize that it's 30 degrees outside don't you?" House asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I do. I just don't care. I can't be closed in. I'd rather freeze. I'd rather die."

At this statement she began to shake. Her eyes clenched shut. She didn't want to open up to House, not like this.

House laid her back on the couch and gathered the comforter around her. Tucking her in, he whispered to her "Sleep" and walked out into her kitchen. He heard her whimper and call out to him.

"House, open the patio door please." So he did, the brisk New Jersey air hitting him like a sledge hammer. He walked back into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. He didn't know what else to do. So he did what he always did when he was stuck. He called Wilson.

"House? What's going on with Cameron? The rumor mill is really spinning here."

"I'm not sure." House told Wilson honestly. "I need you to do a couple things for me. Actually it's for Cameron."

"Of course. What do you need me to do?"

Forty-Five minutes later Wilson was at Cameron's door. House opened it before he had the chance to knock.

"Shhhh, she's asleep and I'd like to keep it that way." House warned.

Wilson walked quietly into the apartment and shivered. "It's freezing in here!" He whispered.

"She won't sleep with the door closed. I don't know. I think she's had a breakdown, I just don't know why." House whispered back. He was watching her closely noticing how she was restlessly napping. He doubted she was getting any kind of decent sleep. She tossed, turned and whimpered continuously. Shaking himself out of his observation he turned to Wilson. "Did you bring what I asked for?"

Wilson handed him a brown paper bag. "Everything is in there. I hope you know what you're doing House. If she's cracking up she might need to be in the hospital."

"I know that!" House snapped back. "I just, I don't know. This is Cameron! I can't just shackle her to a bed in the psych unit."

"Need anything else?" Wilson asked.

"Nope. Just keep your phone on. I might need you later."

Cameron jolted out of her restless sleep. She was sweating, her heart was pounding and her vision was blurry. She shook her head trying to shake away her panic but as usual it didn't work. She couldn't remember how she got here, how she got home. He head started spinning faster. She felt out of control. Then she heard his voice through the fog.

"Cameron!" She looked up at him and let out the breath she was holding. She remembered now.

"Can I close the patio door now please? I think my sperm are frozen."

She nodded her head and followed his form as he limped back and stood over her.

"How long have you been having these attacks?" He asked sitting down on the coffee table so he could face her.

"They've been bad for about a month now." She answered him shakily. "But I started having little ones about 3 months ago."

"What happened 3 months ago?" He asked.

She looked up at him, her eyes sad and distant.

"I tried to get better." She whispered.

A/N: Okay, any guesses??