Wilson hovered by Cameron's door, staring down at the results in his hand. He'd reluctantly offered to do a biopsy when her tests hadn't revealed anything and while he was relieved she didn't have cancer, it meant they were still no closer to figuring out what was making her so sick.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he entered the room glancing the man beside her bed. "How's she doing?"

Foreman sat up, acknowledging him tiredly, "We started her on a new lot of antibiotics but her stats are still dropping."

Wilson nodded, flicking his gaze towards her unconscious form. So far they'd been airing on the side of caution administrating drugs that they hoped wouldn't aggravate her condition but if she didn't start showing improvement soon, they would have to up the treatment. "How long has it been?"

"About..." Foreman tilted his wrist, glancing down at his watch, "twenty minutes."

Checking the time for himself, Wilson jotted it down on the piece of paper he was holding.

Unfortunately the next step was giving her a cocktail of drugs to try and figure out what worked through a process of elimination, an action he was hesitant to start. There was no guarantee it would work and the effects could end up being detrimental to her vital organs, not to mention then there was the matter of informing House. While dishing out drugs was his forte, he tented to be a little irrational when it came to dosages and given it was Cameron they were treating, Wilson had no idea what to expect from the man.

"Why don't you take a break?" He moved, replacing the file at the end of the bed with the one he was holding. "I'll watch her for a while."

Foreman nodded, grateful for the offer. As much as he appreciated a break from running tests, he found it easier to stay motivated if he was actually doing something. "Do we tell House?" He asked, standing up.

Wilson moved passed him, taking the vacant chair and shaking his head. Eventually they would have to but he wanted to hold off for as long as possible, at least until the new drugs were given a chance. "Not yet. If the antibiotics don't have any effect in the next hour I'll go up and see him."

Letting out a short breath, Foreman was silently relieved he wasn't going to be the one to have to deliver the news. No one had seen or heard from House since their meeting earlier in the day and they deliberately hadn't gone looking, too scared by what they might find.

"I'll be in the labs. Chase is re-running the tests for anomaly's..." He crossed the room, indicating he was going to help and Wilson felt a wave of sympathy as the door closed.

No one was willing to admit it but running the tests again was a waste of time. They were grasping at straws, desperately trying to avoid feeling helpless and Chase was being hit the hardest. It was obvious he felt guilty for not keeping a closer eye on Cameron and even though rationally no one could lay the blame with him, Wilson suspected House had been the one to fuel the fire. The man was nothing if not pedantic at flawing other people and it was just a shame he couldn't apply that logic to himself at times.

"What's wrong with you Cameron?" He slouched forward, letting the words fall out as a whisper.

There had to be something they were missing. All the tests indicated the illness had originated from the flu and they could pinpoint the more severe symptoms starting to manifest in the last twelve hours but short of that they had nothing.

With a sigh he glanced towards the oxygen mask secured over her face, another deterioration he'd managed to keep from House. While she could still breathe on her own, he hadn't wanted to risk putting her under too much strain after the biopsy and he'd hoped the assistance might allow her body to react more quickly to the drugs. Clearly it wasn't helping. The antibiotics should have brought down her fever or in the very least kept her stable but instead everything was shutting down.

Tearing his gaze down to his watch, he wondered if he should wait the whole hour before calling House. Having been left out of the loop he was bound to be angry but with no new information and nothing concrete to go on, Wilson stood by his actions.

The distant sound of shouting interrupted his thoughts and his head snapped up, alerted to the possibility that the decision had unfortunately been made for him. Sure enough, as the noise grew closer, his assumptions were confirmed.

House had run into Foreman, who had spilled the beans.

Sitting up, he mentally prepared himself as the door burst open, "Why the hell didn't you tell me she was having trouble breathing!"

"Because the last time we spoke you didn't seem all that interested." Wilson shot back, feeling slightly guilty as a look of regret flashed across House's features. Clearly some part of him felt bad but it only lasted a few seconds before the remorse was gone, replaced by a cooler exterior.

"Where are we at?" He picked up the file from the foot of her bed and Wilson reluctantly filled him in.

"Test results told us nothing so we went ahead and did a stomach biopsy but it was negative for cancer.'

The clipboard faltered in his hand slightly, "Lungs?"

Wilson shook his head. "All clear."

"So no cancer, not really a surprise there." House secured the file back in it's place and began pacing back and forth. There was only one thing he hadn't completely dismissed and though it wasn't likely, it was their only option. "It has to be aspergillosis."

Even though some of the syptoms did fit, Wilson couldn't support the dianosis. "Do you know how rare that is in humans and besides the chest x-rays didn't show-"

"Then we do a CT scan!" House interjected, sounding frustrated. Despite the fact no one had bothered to call him, it was clear they were running out of time and options. "Or we can just start her on voriconazole and see what happens."

"If it's not aspergillosis, then the side effects of voriconazole will mask her symptoms." Wilson stood up, remembering why he was so hesitant about revealing the seriousness of Cameron's condition, "Not to mention it could seriously damage her liver."

"Then run the CT scan!"

"House it's not-"

An alarm started beeping and he turned, completely forgetting about their argument as House pushed passed him, 'Get a nurse, she's seizing!'

Wilson didn't hesitate, running out the door as House brought his hand down on the emergency call button, resisting the urge to panic. Someone should have told him she wasn't responding to treatment. If they had, he would've been down here an hour ago and already had her in for the damn CT scan.

"Idiots!" He cursed glancing towards the hall, trying desperately to keep his gaze averted. He'd assisted with hundreds of seizures before but never had he experienced such a strong nauseated feeling like the one churning in the pit of his stomach.

Swallowing the bile that rose up in his throat, he called out over the alarm that was still resonating around the room, "WILSON!"

"Diazepam, ten miilagrams." Wilson flew back into the room handing House a needle which he took, biting off the cap before injecting it into Cameron's upper arm. After a few moments her body stopped convulsing and he stumbled back, dropping the empty syringe on the table beside him.

"House-" an edge of worry tinged Wilson's voice as he stepped forward, taking out a pen light from his jacket pocket. Hovering over Cameron he checked her responses, ignoring the panic that started to swell when she didn't react to the light being shone into her eyes.

House glanced at the stats being recorded on the monitor and with another sickening twist in his gut, realized what was wrong.

Wilson caught his worried gaze, slipping the pen back in his pocket. "She's in a coma."

"No shit."

Grabbing his cane roughly, House slammed it into the wall barely flinching as the contact cracked the plaster. The destruction was almost therapeutic and he turned, forcefully opening the door before ramming it closed.

Wilson winced as the action caused a few more flakes of paint to spiral to the ground.

This wasn't good.

For the first time House was actually showing a shred of emotion towards something but if he cracked under the pressure then Cameron lost her best chance at pulling through. If House lost Cameron...

He didn't even even want to think about the irreparable damage it would cause.