House woke up very slowly.

Eyes were still closed and he was not at all sure where he was, but he was glad to feel Cameron curled against his right side, her head resting on his bare shoulder with his arm around her.

He felt dizzy and slightly nauseous.

"Wooah." Cameron mumbled next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"You can tell how I'm feeling." he said hoarsely.

"Yeah, it's weird. It's the morphine and..."

"But I'm not in pain." he exclaimed, moving slightly and causing a stab of pain that the drugs couldn't mask. He deciding it was probably a good idea to keep his eyes shut.

"Really?"

"I'd like to retract my last statement." He replied with a grunt. "So... where are we?"

"At the hospital." she answered pulling the blanket up to their chins.

"Why?"

"You hit your head in the fight."

"I remember that. But why are we here?"

"You passed out." she said fearfully, remembering how lonely it felt with out his presence in her mind. "You've been unconscious for hours. Wilson and I did a CT of your head."

"And?"

"Your skull was almost entirely shattered on one side. Your brain should have been bleeding out of your ears when you hit the path but it had already started healing by the time we got you scanned, I could see the lattice work of all the pieces of bone that were put back in the right place and joining together slowly but surely. We could see scar tissue all over one side of your brain; you should be brain dead or near enough. But you're here." she said as professionally as possible but her voice began to crack towards the end.

"Good day to be a werewolf." he replied glibly. "Wait... did you say Wilson was there when you did the CT?"

She nodded gently. "I had to call him. George said it would be nearly an hour before he could pick us up and I just couldn't wait that long."

"I take it..."

"I told him everything. He didn't seem to believe me even though he saw your leg, saw that you were still alive despite the brain damage. I don't think he'll really believe it until he sees you're okay."

"That's going to be interesting." he said sarcastically. "Did you really need to...?"

"I just had to, Greg." All of her emotions suddenly poured into her voice; relief, love, fear, worry, pain, sorrow and complete and utter loss. "I couldn't wait. I was so worried I'd lose you. I...I..." she began crying softly against his shoulders.

House tentatively opened his eyes despite his nausea. They were in his office on the couch, an IV stand behind them, the clear tube attached to his left hand. The room was dark which suited his sore eyes and increasingly painful head. With a soft pained groan he pulled her over his body so she rested across his slowly healing chest.

"Greg." she said worriedly, knowing and feeling his pains.

"It's worth it, I need you more." he said closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her body, pressing her to him.

She rested her forearms on either side of his head careful not to touch his skull but letting her fingers trail gently through the hair at the very top of his head soothing him.

"Kiss me." he asked gently, not having the strength to lift his lips to hers.

It was a soft gentle touch at first; tentative, caring. But soon it became hungry and desperate, full of relief and fear at coming so close to losing this feeling, this wonderful sensation that was them together.

Cameron poured her very being into that loving touch and House took it willingly.

Her love poured into him like a warming elixir spreading through his body and making him hungry for more.

He tightened the arm around her waist and moved his other hand to cup the back of her head, as his kiss plunged the very depths over her soul.

They pulled apart after many hot hard minutes, their breath hard and rapid.

"You feel better." Cameron muttered against his lips.

"You feel tired." he answered turning rolling them on to their sides so she could lie down properly. "And you're right I do feel better, just being near you makes me feel better."

Cameron shimmied gently down his body and began kissing all the skin that wasn't covered in bright white dressings.

"Gives a whole new meaning to TLC." he whispered with a smile. "Is this supposed to be arousing?"

"Not really." she answered, dropping her lips his bicep.

"Well, it is." he said rolling on to his back and pulling her to straddle his hips and growing length, the blanket falling from her shoulders and pooling on his thighs.

"Greg, you're hurt."

"Then make me feel better." he said with his hands on her hips encouraging her to move against him.

She leaned forward and kissed him so hard, stealing his breath so that he wouldn't mind the momentary loss of contact as she stood and stripped her body then removed House's boxers.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked quietly.

"I'm okay enough for this. I need you."

She smiled and straddled him carefully, both of them groaning at the delicious fulfilling contact.

"I love you." she whispered.