AN: Hello everyone, firstly thanks everyone for the great comments again, you're all really kind. Here's the next part, and let me know if you don't think this should be carried on, or if there's anything I can improve for you or anything, because this was the hardest chapter to write yet and I dont know if its OK or anything. And if you don't have time to give feedback, then thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

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They knew that she wanted to be alone. It was obvious with the way that she was sat, he gaze never leaving his face, as if just the power of her thoughts could wake him up. Foreman glanced across at Cuddy and Wilson. Both of them were exhausted, their injuries not helping the situation, with tears still silently coursing down their cheeks.

"Dr Cuddy, Dr Wilson, I think you should come and have a break. We'll set you up with some beds so you can rest. Especially you Dr Wilson," said Foreman, noticing that Wilson was about to complain, "we need to keep an eye on that concussion."

Nodding slowly, Wilson stood up, helped by Cuddy when he swayed, a little dizzy. Maybe that concussion was worse than he thought it was. "I don't want to leave him," he said quietly, glancing back at his motionless best friend once more.

Grasping his shoulder with understanding, Chase stepped forward to steady Wilson on the other side. "We'll make sure he's not alone, I promise," he replied, pulling Wilson forward slightly. Nodding, Wilson agreed to follow, with Cuddy being supported by Foreman following him out of the room. She looked back for just a minute, hoping that just maybe he might move before she left, but was disappointed as no change appeared in the room.

Cameron just sat, looking at his face, only slightly aware that the room had emptied, and she was alone. Finally giving in, she dropped her head to his hand on the bed and sobbed, emptying her heart of all the emotions she was feeling. She was so angry that he would let this go so far, and so sorry that he had even got into this situation. Yet overbearing all the other emotions was fear for him, and devastation. He had given himself up so that the others could be free, free from the pain he would be feeling when he woke up. If he woke up. She didn't know he cared that much. That he could love anyone that much.

It seemed like hours, what was in fact probably only minutes. It was like she could not cry any more; there was nothing left inside her. Wiping her eyes slightly, she wheeled herself closer to his head, searching his unrecognisable face for any signs of life. Reaching out, he hand hovered for a moment, unsure, before she finally gently cupped his hand in her own, trying through this gesture to pass on her strength to him.

She looked at his face once more, and sighed.

"I don't know if you can hear me, but you have to get better House, you have to fight this," she said shakily, reaching up to brush her hand lightly against his face. "You can't give up yet, not when I have so much I need to tell you."

She couldn't carry on for a moment. She hoped, prayed that he could hear her. There had to be a way that he could know what she wanted to say, before she had to say goodbye. If she had to say goodbye.

"I wish I understood. I wish I knew why you wouldn't trust anyone enough to help you, when in your own way to help so many other people. Or why you won't let anyone get close to you. I know there's more, and that somewhere inside you, there's a great man who could love someone completely, even if you think it's hidden away safely. You wouldn't be here now if there wasn't," she finished, sobbing once more. The tears ran freely, dripping off her chin, as she angrily brushed them off before they fell onto his bed.

"Why did you do it House? Why take away the thing that I love the most, when I didn't even get the chance to tell you? Why sacrifice yourself when you didn't need to?" She was angry now, almost shouting in her grief. "Because I love you, House," she shouted, shocking herself with the admission. "I love you," she repeated in a quiet voice, gripping his hand harder. "Please don't leave me."

Laying her head down on his hand, Cameron fell asleep, exhausted with the strain, and with the fact that she had voiced something that been feeling for so many years. All they could do now was wait, and hope.

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Cameron woke up back in her bed, resting comfortably enough, her leg elevated slightly in a sling. Pushing herself up in the bed, she blinked slightly as a throbbing in her head started, probably coming from all the emotions that had been coursing through her.

Sadly, she wondered how House was doing, and hoped that someone would have good news when they came to see her. She was just wondering how she could get to a glass of water when she heard the gently swish of the door opening.

She was surprised to see Cuddy enter the room, her arm still supported in a sling. She smiled sadly at Cameron, and Cameron's heart leaped horribly, as the thought that something had happened to House crossed her mind.

"How is he?" she asked anxiously, while Cuddy pulled a chair up to her bed. Cuddy smiled at her, and leaned back in the chair.

"There's no change," she replied, noting the way Cameron's face fell slightly. "That's good news, he's made it through two days now, almost three, which is promising." Cuddy's face couldn't quite follow her words, as both her and Cameron began to think about the other implications of the fact that House was still not breathing on his own, and the fact that he had considerable damage to his head. "How are you feeling Cameron?" asked Cuddy, noting the pale, stretched look to Cameron's face.

"I'm alright, I could do with a drink though," replied Cameron, smiling as Cuddy stood quickly to pour her a drink. "How are you and Wilson?" Cameron took the glass gratefully from Cuddy, her hand shaking as it took the weight, showing the full exhaustion that Cameron felt.

Cuddy sighed. "Wilson had a worse concussion than we thought. It seems that the shock of everything covered it up a bit."

"Is he alright?" asked Cameron, looking up in shock. Cuddy nodded.

"Yes, he's just a little disorientated and confused, so we're keeping him in hospital at the moment until we've sorted that out." She sighed again, a far away look coming into her eyes as she looked out of the window. Cameron noticed that Cuddy was wearing scrubs, a sure sign that she had not been home since the incident.

"How are you coping?" asked Cameron, watching Cuddy carefully for any signs of lying, a skill that she had picked up from years of dealing with House. Just the thought of his name sent shivers down her spine of fear. Blocking it out, she focussed back on Cuddy again.

"I'm alright," answered Cuddy, attempting a smile. Cameron could see that she was not, but then who was? No-one should have to see and hear what they had seen and heard over the past few days. Especially when Cameron knew that Cuddy was very close to both House and Wilson. "I just…" started Cuddy, when she was interrupted by the bleep of her pager. Reading the screen tiredly, she suddenly jumped up, all fatigue gone from her small frame.

"What is it?" asked Cameron, afraid. "Is it House?" she shouted, frantic that Cuddy had rushed off in the right direction for House's room without answering her question.

In a panic, Cameron searched the room with her eyes, wondering how she could get out of bed without help. She saw the wheelchair, annoyingly placed right at the other end of the room from her bed. The thought of House guided her thoughts. She had to get to him, no matter what it took. She had to be with him if … if he wasn't going to make it.

Pulling herself forwards, Cameron pulled the sheets off her, gently releasing her leg from the sling. She slid herself down the bed, wincing as she realised that she had forgotten that she was attached to an IV line, and it pulled out of her hand. Ignoring the pain, Cameron pulled herself across the floor, grateful when she finally reached the wheelchair.

With difficulty, Cameron managed to pull herself into the chair, shouting out when she banged her leg on one of the footsteps as she attempted to get going too quickly. She paused, unsure what to do. She had to be with him, but she didn't think she could take it if he didn't make it. Especially if it was her fault that he had given himself over to that man.

Decidedly, she wheeled herself out of the room, racing much to fast down the corridor. She stopped by the door, a sinking feeling hitting her stomach.

House's room was full of people, all rushing around. She saw Cuddy, Chase and Foreman in the middle surrounded by people. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself forwards, entering the room to see what was going on. Everyone was too busy to notice her edge to the side of the room, desperately trying to find some clue as to what as happening through the mass of people. With that many people, it could not be good news…