Allison Cameron woke up and rolled over. It was almost 10:30. Crap! Cuddy was going to kill her. She started to get up, but spied a note sitting underneath a glass of water Wilson had left. Suddenly, the events of last night came rushing back. Heat. Fever. Ice. Cool hands. Wilson carrying her. God, he must think I'm so weak, she thought. She unfolded the note. It said:

Cameron-

You're staying home today. No arguments. Also, I hope you're feeling better. Remember to drink lots of fluids and don't overexert yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you today, but I've got a busy schedule. I will be coming over at lunch, though, if that's okay. Anyway, I asked the woman next door-Lauren Hathlow, she said her name was-to keep an eye on you. She'll be checking in every couple of hours to make sure you're doing alright. Also, I called Cuddy and told her you wouldn't be coming in. She asked why and I told her what happened last night. I hope you don't mind. She's really worried about you. I wouldn't be surprised if she joins us for lunch too! I'll see you later.

Get Well Soon,

Wilson

P.S. If you need me, my cell number is 435-9621

Cameron smiled. It was nice to have someone care. But why? Why did he care so much about her? They had only become friends after Amber died, which wasn't too long ago. He needed empathy from someone instead of sympathy and she wanted a friend. Cuddy was her boss, House was her ex-boss, Foreman was busy, and Chase was her ex. They had both found what they were looking for.

Turning back to the note, she read it again. Lauren was coming over. That was sweet of him to make sure she was okay. She liked Lauren, but never really got to visit with her. She was a stay-at-home mom with two kids. She was in her late 30's and was sort of like an older sister to the young doctor.

She was surprised that Cuddy was worried. She and Cameron had never been close, though she suspected Cuddy was thankful that Cameron had always told her whenever House had been planning something illegal/dangerous/crazy. But after she left House's team, she and Cuddy hardly ever spoke.

A knock came at the door, startling Cameron out of her reverie. She got up to answer it. Lauren stood at the door with a chocolate bar, a few movies, and some medicine.

"Hey, hon."

"Hey! It's great to see you!" Cameron pulled her into a hug.

They stepped into the apartment. "Well," Lauren began, "I brought you some movies to pass the time if you're bored and some medicine, just in case you run out. I also brought some chocolate-but only if your stomach is up to it."

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd call that handsome boyfriend of yours, Dr. Wilson and have him bring you stuff."

"Wilson's not my boyfriend."

"Why not? He obviously cares about you, Allie! He spent the night here to make sure you were okay!"

"He's just a friend. Besides, his girlfriend died in an accident recently and he's probably not ready to move on yet. It took me almost a year to start dating again."

Lauren clucked. "True as that may be, someone else might beat you to him if you wait too long."

Cameron just gave her a raised eyebrow and changed the subject. "How are things going with the kids?"

As Lauren gushed about her children, Cameron's thoughts drifted to the same subject they had a few days ago. Is there something wrong with me? Why don't I have a husband and kids yet? Lauren suddenly glanced at the clock. "Sorry, I've got to run. I have to pick up Katie and one of her friends from preschool."

"No problem. I'll see you later." She stood up to give Lauren a hug and suddenly got lightheaded.

"Hon? You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. See you later."

Lauren paused. She had to be at the preschool in 5 minutes. It was too late to call someone else and ask them to pick up the kids. But she was worried about Cameron.

In the end she gave Cameron her cell number and told her to call if anything came up.

After watching half an episode of Lipstick Jungle she had TiVo'd, Wilson got to her apartment. He knocked at the door. She got up to answer the door and was half-surprised to see Cuddy there.

"Hello, Wilson, Dr. Cuddy."

"Cameron, we're outside of work, you can drop the formalities." Cameron smiled and nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Wilson asked.

"A lot better, thanks." She replied.

"We picked up some Chinese on the way." Cuddy piped in.

"Great!"

They sat down at the table and dug in as Cuddy and Wilson told her about House's latest drama with his team. She laughed, vaguely missing the days when she was part of the excitement. Wilson excused himself and went to go use Cameron's bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot, Cuddy turned to Cameron.

"Wow."

"What?"

"I've never seen him this worried about someone other than House."

"What are you talking about?"

"He was distracted at work and raced out of the hospital at lunch to come see you."

Cameron smiled. "That was nice of him."

Cuddy smiled and took a sip of her drink before turning back to Cameron.

"You're good for him. He needs empathy from someone instead of sympathy and you're the only person who can do that."

Cameron blushed. She wasn't used to compliments like that. "Thanks."

Clearing her throat, she asked "So, how is House's patient of the week?"

"Oh, who knows? At this point I choose not to become involved until its necessary."

Cameron laughed. She had never heard the Dean of Medicine say anything like that. At that moment Wilson walked back out.

Cuddy glanced at the clock. "Wilson and I better get going. It was nice seeing you. Take care, okay?" She gave Cameron's shoulder a squeeze. As they left, Cuddy turned and said "Oh, and Cameron? You aren't allowed to come back to work until Dr. Wilson tells me you're ready."

Cameron sighed. Being sick sucked.

Back in Wilson's car, they were riding home when he suddenly spoke.

"Do you think she has pneumonia?"

"No, I think she just has the flu."

"Yeah…I guess you're right. It's just with the coughing, fever, and loss of appetite…"

Cuddy smiled. He really cared and he cared a lot.

Later that night, Cameron and Wilson were watching TV when a commercial for The Dark Knight came on. Wilson muttered something and left the apartment. She watched him leave. After a few minutes she grabbed a jacket and followed him out. He was sitting there, staring into space with tears in his eyes. She slowly took a seat next to him and they just sat like that for a while.

"She wanted to see that movie. Said Heath Ledger was her favorite actor." He paused and wiped his eyes. "It was our first date. We were seeing Iron Man and that was in the previews." He looked at Cameron who looked back at him for a moment before leaning in to give him a hug. He let a few tears slip. Then a few more until he was sobbing in Cameron's shoulder.

"Shh…shh…it's okay. You'll be okay."

He stopped crying and wiped his cheeks. He couldn't believe he had let himself show that much emotion. The last time he had cried into a shoulder, it was Cuddy's on that awful day. He started to get up.

"I can't believe I just let you sit in the cold for that long, you're sick! Oh my God, I'm an awful friend. Then again, friendship with House has probably robbed me of all social interaction abilities."

"It's okay." She laughed.

They both started to head back to the apartment. Once there, Cameron declared she was going to bed. As she went down the hall, she turned and asked one more question.

"Where did you find the time to write the note?"

"Oh, this morning. It didn't take long."

"Oh. Okay. Night Wilson."

"Night Cameron."

Little did she know, Wilson hadn't gone back to sleep after putting her to bed that night. He had been feeling her forehead to make sure the fever hadn't come back and turning on all the fans so she would be comfortable. But Cameron didn't need to know that.

A/N: Cameron's a huggy person, isn't she?? Please review!! Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not. Also, I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so ideas are appreciated.