Hello people!

I finished writing this chapter earlier today and I just got some time to post this :) It's a little angsty but things get better by the end of the chapter so you won't have to wait for the next one to find out what happens. Some slightly good news in this one and someone returns to Princeton. You'll find out by the end of the chapter who that person is ;)

Thank you all for reading this story and for sticking with me! And thank you for your wonderful reviews :)
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Let's move on with the story...

Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. and the lyrics are from the song You found me by The Fray...

xOxOx

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me...

xOxOx

Chapter 13: Comfort

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"Wow, you look like crap." Wilson commented when he saw his best friend entering his office. Without knocking of course…

"Thank you…" House replied sarcastically and he sat heavily on the chair in front of Wilson's desk.

"Where were you? It's eight in the morning." Wilson said, studying his friend's attire and noticing that he was wearing the same clothes as the previous day.

"In my office, sleeping." House said casually, stifling a yawn at the same time.

"House! You slept in your office again?" Wilson disapproved, a frown appearing on his face.

"My couch is very comfy." He shot back and closed his eyes after resting his head at the back of the chair.

"This thing is not good. Not for you and definitely not for Allison. She is worried about too many things right now she doesn't need to worry about you too." Wilson said but House just pretended that he didn't listen to him.

"I need a prescription…" he said casually.

"No you don't! When was the last time a prescribed Vicodin for you, do you remember?" he asked, the frown returning to his face.

He looked at House with a raised eyebrow but he only scoffed.

"Look, you can either give me a prescription or I can forge your signature, you choose." He stated stubbornly making his best friend sigh in defeat.

"House, just go home. Rest, eat, do whatever you want! Just go home for a while, you are exhausted and you are not helping Allison at all. Go home and I'll stay with her." Wilson suggested looking seriously at his friend.

"Very thoughtful of you Jimmy!" House replied in a fake cheerful voice but then turned serious again.

"I'm not going to go home until Allison is discharged. Deal with it." He stated solemnly.

Wilson let out a sigh of frustration when he saw that he was not going to convince him. He reached for his prescription pad and he wrote a prescription which he handed to House. He accepted it and immediately placed it in his jacket pocket.

Before Wilson could say anything else he stood up, grabbed his cane and headed for the door.

He was ready to open the door but he paused and turned around to face Wilson again.

"I kind of need a favor. Can you go to my place and bring me some clothes? Allison will get suspicious if she sees me with the same clothed as yesterday." He said.

Wilson fought the urge to roll his eyes and nodded his head.

"You think that she doesn't know that you sleep here every night for the past week?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Just get me the clothes and leave the rest to me." He said and this time he exited the office, leaving Wilson alone.

He shook his head in defeat and he got back to his paperwork. He was going to pick House's clothes on his break. Right now he needed to do his work and find a way to convince his friend to see some reason. A really hard task to complete…

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House went by Cameron's room some hours later. When he entered he found her wide awake.

She was sitting straight on the bed, her back resting against the pillows and she was reading a book out loud. When she heard the door sliding open she stopped and turned to look at her guest.

She saw him standing by the door, looking at her, and she gave him a small smile.

He walked towards her and without really thinking about it he toed of his shoes and he lied next to her on the bed. She turned on her side and she ran her hand over his stubbled cheek softly. He let out a sigh and his eyes closed involuntarily.

"You are tired." She commented and he gave her a curt nod.

"You didn't sleep."

"I slept…" he contradicted.

"You didn't go home." It was a statement, not a question and he stayed silent.

"Greg…" she said his name softly and he opened his eyes slowly meeting her green-blue ones.

"Go home, have a shower, eat properly, sleep. I don't want you to go through this just because I'm here." She said with a small sigh.

"I had a shower in the locker rooms. I ate in the cafeteria, Wilson paid, you can ask him if you don't believe me. And I slept on the couch in my office! It's very comfy, this bed is very comfortable too!" he exclaimed in mock enthusiasm.

"The bed we have at home is even more comfortable." She stated and he closed his eyes once again.

"Not when you are not in it…" he confessed in a whisper.

"Greg, please… All I'm asking is that you get some rest." She said, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm not leaving this hospital until you are discharged, that's it, deal with it." He stated matter-of-factly, not giving her another chance.

"You are stubborn, you know that?" she asked rhetorically and he snorted.

"Yeah, and you are not?" he asked in the same tone and she gave him a small shrug.

"Good think that my doctor said I may leave tomorrow." She said casually and his eyes shot open at once.

"That was the first thing you should have said! What were you waiting for anyway?" he asked incredulously.

"I had other important things to say to you." She replied calmly and he huffed.

He reached in his pocket and he retrieved his orange vial. He popped the lid open and was ready to retrieve two pills put he didn't have the time to do it because she snatched the vial from his hand.

She checked the date on the small bottle and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What's this?" she asked and he rolled his eyes.

"My pills, maybe? I have a pain problem, remember?" he asked, looking intently at her.

"Greg this bottle is new, it has today's date on it. When did you finish the last one that I had prescribed for you?" she inquired, returning the look he was giving her.

"I don't think it's the best time to have this conversation…" he started but she cut him off.

"I think it is." She replied and he started getting up.

"I'm in pain, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, not overdose maybe?" she said, starting to get irritated by his stubbornness.

"I'm not here for a lecture, I already received one from Wilson I don't need another one from you this time." He stated and he started putting on his shoes again.

"You think this is a lecture? I love you Greg and I care for your wellbeing, what do you want me to do? Ignore this and let you down the whole bottle?" she asked in bewilderment, looking intently at him.

"So you care about my wellbeing and I want to kill the babies when I tell you to think about having a c-section." He shot back, retrieving his cane that was hooked at the edge of the nightstand.

"How on earth can you compare these things? I'm not self distracting, I'm trying to save our babies! How stubborn can you be?" she asked with a frown, clearly angry by now.

He knew he had said something stupid once again but he wasn't going to admit it that easily.

"I'm not self distracting…" he started only to be interrupted once again.

"Really? How many times has Wilson found you after you had overdosed?" she asked pointedly.

"Have you ever found me?" he asked, his voice rising.

She didn't answer. She didn't know where this conversation was going anymore so she stayed silent.

"Let me answer. You have never found me! Because when I'm with you I'm fine, because when you are there the pain is manageable, because when you are there I feel more complete than I have even before the infarction. But right now you are not here and I have to find another way to deal with it! This is my way!" he almost yelled and before she could say anything else he was out of the room, leaving her alone.

She buried her face in her hands, trying to control her babbling emotions and she sighed in frustration. In all the months they had been living together they hadn't fought and argued as much as they had the past week.

She knew that they both overreacted but she didn't know a way to stop the argument before it ended with him storming out of the room. Another sigh and she took the phone that was resting on the nightstand. She dialed the familiar number and she waited for the person on the other line to answer.

"Hey, Jimmy, I need a favor…"

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"I thought I'd find you here." Wilson said when he got on the rooftop.

House let out a heavy sigh and didn't turn around to face his friend.

"Are you here to lecture me again? Because, honestly, I'm not in the mood."

"Well, too bad, because I am here to lecture you." Wilson replied and walked in order to stand next to House.

"Ok, who ratted me out? Which one of the nurses was it?" he asked with a frown.

"Nope, no nurses. Allison called me. She was worried and…"

"She wanted someone to come and check on me." House interrupted and Wilson gave him a nod.

"Since you know what happened then you can go." He stated seriously, averting his gaze once again.

"I don't think you understood the reason I'm here." Wilson said with a small frown.

"Oh, I got it. You are here to lecture me about my pill consumption and make me return to Allison's room. Guess what? I don't want to go right now." He said, shooting a glare at his friend and making him sigh.

"God, you are the two most stubborn people I've ever met! At least she understands what she did wrong and she is willing to fix it…" he said in defeat and he turned around in order to leave when his friend's voice stopped him.

"You think I don't know what I did? The reason I'm not going down there is because I know exactly what I did!" he almost yelled, looking straight into Wilson's eyes.

"If you know what you did then go back and fix everything." Wilson stated without missing a bit and without another word he left.

House groaned in frustration and buried his head in his hands. Fix everything… Easier said than done…

xOxOx

She was sitting on the bed, an open book on her lap but she wasn't really reading. Her eyes were locked on the page but her mind was racing.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door that slid open. She turned her head and she saw him standing by the door, his hand griping his cane tightly, his eyes avoiding her gaze.

She let out a small sigh and she closed the book. She rested it on the table next to the bed and she looked at him again.

"Come here…" she said in a soft tone but he remained there, unmoving.

"Please…" she said in the same tone looking pleadingly at him.

He walked hesitantly towards the bed and he hooked his cane at the edge of the footboard. She extended her hand and he caught it in his, entwining their fingers together.

"Gonna stand like that forever?" she asked with a weak smile.

His eyes moved on their entwined hands and after some silent moments he climbed on the bed next to her. He lied on his side, facing her and she mimicked his actions. His forehead connected with hers and they stayed like that for some minutes, not talking.

"You don't have to worry about me too, you already have too many things in your mind." He whispered and he opened his eyes in order to look at her.

"I can't stop worrying about you. I worried about you even when we weren't together, you think I will stop worrying now?" she asked with a soft smile, caressing his cheek tenderly.

"Sorry, forgot about your tendency to care about every person you know." He said sarcastically and she scoffed.

"You are not any person; you are the man I love. That's why I care about you and your wellbeing." She stated.

"Yes, but you don't have to worry because I'm fine." He contradicted.

"You are not fine if you take painkillers like they are candy." She shot back and he frowned.

"Damn, and I thought that they were!" he mocked.

"Greg, please, be serious." She said sternly.

"You said you didn't want to fix me but you are obsessing over my Vicodin consummation."

"God you are an idiot! I don't want to fix you, I want you alive! You had cut down on the pills, you had made progress and now you are throwing everything away… I don't want that. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to fix you? I thought you had understood that..."

"You are the one who said that if you could you would take the pain away…" he started only to be cut off.

"Yes, because I don't want to see you in pain. I don't want you to be miserable, I want you to be happy. That's why I said that. I don't want to change you, I want to love you and make you happy." She explained, cradling his face in her hands.

The intensity of her gaze made him want to look away but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He let out a small sigh and he leaned closer to her and captured her lips with his in a soft kiss. He couldn't say how much those words meant to him but he was willing to show her.

His hand rested on her hip and he drew her as close to him as possible. His lips molded with hers and they kept kissing for what seemed like ages. She pulled back first and she rested her forehead against his, her eyes locking with his blue ones.

"Do you know what I mean now?" she asked looking deeply into his eyes.

He gave a small nod and she ran her fingers over his cheek, down to his neck and she rested it just above his heart.

"My doctor past by… She said they will discharge me tomorrow." She said after some silent moments.

"Great, now I have to find someone to keep those morons I call my employees in place." He said in exasperation making her laugh lightly.

"I was talking about that with Cuddy during the week…" she trailed off and he quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

"Ok, spill, what did you say to her?" he inquired curiously.

"You know I'm in contact with Eric." She started making him quirk an eyebrow questioningly.

She rolled her eyes and continued.

"Foreman." She explained.

"Oh, right! My favorite black guy!" he exclaimed and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes once again.

"Well, he finds it kind of hard to find a job. Apparently he should have quit his job under you sooner." She said with a small smirk making him smirk as well.

"So, you told Cuddy that he could replace you for as long as you can't work with me." He guessed and she nodded.

"And when I return Cuddy can transfer him to Neurology." She continued and he nodded.

"You had this planned out even before this happened, didn't you?" he asked with a suggestive smirk.

She shrugged and she gave him an innocent smile.

"There are only a handful of people that can stand you."

"And you think that he is one of them?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, he can stand you for a short amount of time. The only people that will survive you 24/7 are me, James and your mother. And I'm not sure about your mother anymore." She said with a teasing smile.

"Touché…" he replied with a smirk and tried to stifle a yawn.

"Sleep…" she instructed but he shook his head.

"I'm not sleepy mommy." He said sarcastically.

"Riiight." She dragged out.

"I'm just going to stay here for a while longer…" he mumbled, closing his eyes and scooting closer to her and deeper in her embrace.

She dropped a kiss on his forehead and minutes later he fell asleep in her arms and she followed him to slumber a short time later.

That's how Wilson found them when he entered her room later that day. His best friend sleeping in her arms. He smiled softly at the image in front of him and he left the room, leaving his friends alone…