Thanks to everyone for you kind words, I really appreciate it. I felt bad about leaving all of you hanging for the next week, so I decided to write a short chapter to tide you over. I don't think it's my best, but I hope that you enjoy it anyway.

As always, I look forward to hearing from all of you!

Chapter 14- Who's to blame?

House sat silently, on the floor on the emergency room. He hadn't spoken to anyone since Cameron had been brought in forty five minutes earlier. He was in completely lost within himself.

"Dr. House?"

House's head shot up. Dr. Beanner was standing in front of him, the concern in her eyes was evident. She spoke again.

"Dr. House, are you aware that Dr. Cameron has you listed as her medical proxy?" She had a feeling that she knew the answer.

"No." He shook his head before letting it hang down. Why would Cameron chose him to be her medical proxy? Why not her parents? Or her sister? At that moment House felt even worse then he did before. She had trusted him with her life and he couldn't protect her. He had failed her.

"I just wanted to let you know, incase…" Dr. Beanner's voice trailed off.

At those words, House's head shot up. He found himself somehow filled with a resolve he didn't know he had. There was no way that he was going to let Cameron die. He had failed her before, this time it would be different. He stood up suddenly. The movement caused Dr. Beanner to jump back.

"Dr. House!" She gave him a worried look and nodded towards his right leg.

"I'm fine!" The harshness of his tone caught her off guard.

She nodded slightly. "I'm sorry."

"How is she?" House asked quickly, wanting to shift the focus from him. His blue eyes looked straight at her-pleading with her. Nothing else mattered except Cameron.

"She's on a ventilator. There has been significant trauma to her head and Torso. She has also shattered her right femur and has a broken he left hand. As it stands right now she could go either way." There was sadness in her voice, he could tell that she didn't want to be the one to break the news.

House was on the verge of tears, but he held them back. To cover up the pain he felt, he retreated from his feelings and went into puzzle solving mode.

"Do you know yet what caused the accident? I mean was there any evidence to indicate an underlying condition? Something that may have made her lose control? Did she have a seizure or a str-"

Dr. Beanner cut him off. "Other than the trauma she suffered, there doesn't appear to be anything else wrong with her. The police said that her tires had almost no treading left, the rain was just too much. She swerved into another lane and crashed into a transport truck. "

House sighed. The tires and the rain weren't the whole story. He didn't want to believe that their encounter had caused the accident, but he knew it was his fault. If he hadn't have told her how he felt, none of this would have happened. He was responsible.

"Can I go see her?" As he spoke a single tear fell from his eye. It was saddest thing Dr. Beanner had ever seen.

"I'm afraid not Dr. House. We're still working on her, fixing a few of her more minor injuries. You can go in after that though, it shouldn't take more than half an hour." She said. Dr. Beanner placed her hand on House's shoulder and gave him a faint smile.

"Thank you…"

"Your welcome. The nurses will let you know when you can go in and see Dr. Cameron." She removed her hand from House's shoulder and walked away.

House stood there dazed. He stared straight ahead, his blues focused on the wall across from him, as if he were looking at some unattainable treasure- as if he was looking at Allison Cameron.

"House! How is she?" Foreman voice brought House back to reality.

"Not good, she could go wither way." he said softly. Saying the words out loud made him sick to his stomach.

"House, I'm sorry this is all my fault." he sighed and slid down against the wall.

"What are you talking about? You haven't done anything wrong." House didn't understand why Foreman would think that he was at fault. After all House was clearly the one to blame for Cameron's accident.

"I saw Cameron before she left and I could tell that there was something wrong with her. She was sitting in your office alone. She was crying and shaking a lot." Foreman looked down at the floor and continued speaking. He couldn't face House. "I offered to take her home, but I didn't. I let her go and now…I'm so sorry House."

House's piercing blue eyes stared intently at the man sitting below him. At first he felt like hitting Foreman. Not because he deserved it, but because he wanted something-anything to distract him from the pain he felt. House thought better of it, and decided instead to do nothing. Foreman had suffered enough.

She told me what you said to her-that you loved her." Foreman looked up towards House now.

'Cameron always did have a big mouth…' House thought to himself. The slightest smirk made it's way to his face, as the thought of Cameron telling everyone about the conditions for her coming back to work almost two years earlier crept into his mind. Then the reality of the situation hit him again and the fragile smile disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.

House looked away from Foreman, before he spoke. "It wasn't your fault…it was mine." He placed his hand on Foreman's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

House couldn't wait ay longer, he needed to see her. He removed his hand from Foreman's shoulder and walked towards Cameron's room. He opened the door and enter slowly.