AN: Hi everyone. Firstly, I just want to say that I am so sorry about the last few chapters – I didn't realise that you guys didn't like being left in suspense, and everything. I feel really bad. I'm so sorry about that. Thanks for pointing it out though. Hopefully the next bit will be a bit better for you. Anyway, I think I've probably taken enough of your time with this, so maybe this needs just one more chapter and then it'll be wrapped up. I'm really sorry about that again anyway, I feel terrible, and hopefully this makes up for it. Thanks for reading.

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Wilson's hands shook as he wrapped a bandage around Cameron's ribs. He sighed, and waited a moment before carrying on – careful not to hurt her.

They had watched as Cuddy, desperately trying to resuscitate House, hurtled off down the corridor with him on the gurney. He had to hold Cameron, stopping her from following until he knew that she was alright. Despite the fact that hours must have passed, he could still picture her shaking body against his, as clearly as if he were standing there with her now.

The wind blew frantically on the window, as he finished tying off the bandage. Cameron sat shaking, her pale face wet with tears. He sadly took in her bowed head, and his heart went out to her.

"There you go, all done," he said, trying to keep his voice light. She had some bruises and a broken rib, but apart from the cut on her head was otherwise unhurt. "You'll be a little sore for a few days, but you should be good to go after that."

Cameron sent him a watery smile. Sighing, Wilson hopped onto the examination table so that he was sat next to her. He didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. So they just sat there, letting the silence carry one.

"Oh why has nobody been to see us yet?" Cameron sobbed, breaking the silence for the first time.

"No news is good news Allison," replied Wilson, putting his arm gently around her shaking shoulders. "We just have to wait it out now."

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost him," she replied, looking at Wilson for the first time since they were on the roof, her fear radiating from her eyes.

"I know. Me neither," replied Wilson softly, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. He hugged her closer, each trying to draw strength from the other.

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Cuddy walked slowly down the corridor, the strain showing on her face. She slowed as she reached the treatment room. It was funny how you noticed the small things, she thought, as the sound of her heels clicking loudly in the empty corridor sounded unsympathetically loud in her ears.

Taking a deep breath, she felt her heart rise in her chest when she saw the broken figures of Wilson and Cameron sat on the examination table. They started when she entered, Cameron's head snapping up as Cuddy walked around to the front of the table so that she could face them.

She was more nervous than she had been for a long time, especially when she saw the small flicker of hope in their eyes.

"Its good news," she started, reassuring them. "He's lost a lot of blood and hit his head pretty hard, which is probably why he stopped breathing. But apart from opening some almost healed wounds from last time, and a new deep laceration to his leg, and obviously the bullet wound in his shoulder, his worst problem is one hell of a concussion he's going to have." She smiled, watching as Cameron latched her arms tightly around Wilson's neck, and even Wilson's eyes were not dry from the good news.

Cuddy reached out and placed her hand on Cameron's shoulder. "He's going to need a lot of help while he heals, but he's out of the woods. He'll be back to his sarcastic old self faster than you think."

Cameron was lost for words, unable to say anything for a moment. She grinned happily at Cuddy, as if the older woman had just told her she had won the lottery.

"Thank you," she finally managed to choke out. "Can I see him?"

Cuddy smiled tiredly. "Of course. He may be a little tired though, he's only just woken up from the surgery. I didn't want to tell you anything before I had chance to assess his full situation." Cameron nodded, and stretched out her hand for Wilson to follow her.

"Cameron," said Cuddy, stopping her as she reached the door. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," smiled Cameron, gently shutting the door behind her.

Cuddy looked around the room for a moment, before collapsing in a chair, and letting her sobs that she had suppressed until that moment pour out. It was all over.

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Cameron suppressed a shiver as she walked into the room. It was so hard to see House back lying in a hospital bed, attached to wires and monitors again. Looking back at Wilson who smiled encouragingly, she stepped into the darkened room and lowered herself gently onto the side of his bed. Wilson stepped through the door after her, leaning tiredly on the doorframe.

She gently took his hand in hers, breathing a sigh of relief to feel that his fingers were now warm. He stirred as she stroked his hand, smiling when he caught her eyes.

"Hey," he said, coughing slightly to clear his throat.

"Hey," she replied, choking back the tears. He smiled at her.

"This seems familiar." She laughed slightly, marvelling at the fact that he could always cheer her up, no matter what the situation.

"If you will keep going and getting yourself beaten up all the time," she replied, settling further down on his bed now that he was awake. He seemed somehow less fragile sat talking to her.

House lifted his hand slowly, and gently wiped a stray tear from her face. She smiled, lifting her hand to his to hold in there.

He noticed Wilson stood by the door, and caught his eye. He didn't need to say anything, just his look of relief and thanks was enough for Wilson to know what he was thinking. Wilson smiled at him and nodded, before leaving quietly through the door, and closing it softly behind him.

House sighed softly, and surprised Cameron by pulling her gently up the bed to lie next to him.

"Are you OK?" he asked, watching her anxiously. She smiled and settled her head under his chin.

"I am now." He sighed with contentment.

"I thought I was going to lose you. I don't think I could have dealt with that," he said, gently stroking her head. She looked up at him for a moment, before kissing him softly on the lips.

"It's over now. We've just got to put it all behind us and move on."

He tensed just for a moment. "I'm so sorry," he said, dropped his head slightly. Cameron was taken aback, sitting up to watch him closely.

"What have you got to be sorry for?"

He sighed. "If I hadn't been such an ass – so much like me, in the first place, then Alec…well he probably wouldn't have done this."

She almost laughed. It was one of the rare times that he was actually sincere, and actually showed his human side, and he was apologising for something that he had no control over.

"I don't think anything you could have done would have changed anything. Alec was just a confused man from the start." Cameron settled back down again. "Besides, I like you as an ass. It's more interesting."

House smiled. "And you're the only person I know who could call the man that tried to kill you confused."

Cameron grinned into his shoulder. "I love you," she said sleepily.

"I know," he replied. He kissed her head gently. "Me too."

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Wilson knocked gently on Cuddy's office door. He was surprised that she was still here. But what was even more surprising was that she was busily scribbling on some paperwork.

"Hey. What are you doing still here?" he asked, sitting on the corner of her desk.

"I had to do something to, you know, take my mind of things." She carried on scribbling furiously, as if Wilson had never entered the office at all.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, watching her with concern.

Cuddy sighed and leaned back in her chair. She wiped the tears that had formed quickly from her face, before fixing Wilson with a watery smile.

"He's going to be fine," Wilson said, moving to step closer to Cuddy. She nodded.

"I know. But it was just, such as shock to see them both there. He may be an idiot, but he's our idiot." She laughed at herself, not used to saying such silly sentences. Wilson nodded, and bent slightly to wrap her in his arms.

"Our idiot that it looks like we've got stuck with for a long time yet." She laughed, feeling the burden of the night lift in an instant. "Come on, I'll drive you home," offered Wilson, holding the office door open for her, so that she had no choice but to follow him home.

She smiled as she turned off the light. Everything would be back to normal for House now with a bit of luck, she thought, and then smiled as she realised that normal and House in the same thought would never go together.

Sorry again anyway everyone – beginner mistake I guess. I'll remember your comments though if I ever write again and hopefully it'll be a bit better for you all then!