Title: Days Go By

Summery: House makes a home visit to Cameron.
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

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Later that Sunday

Cameron had been sleeping for a half an hour when the medicine came. Good, House thought. Time to start working on getting her fever down.

He limped over to the couch and sat down next to her. She was muttering in her sleep, but he couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Cameron, wake up. Time for some yummy pills." Nothing. "Cameron!" He tapped her cheek with his hand, then letting it rest there for a second. She was burning up.

"Brian?" She sat up, her eyes flying open.

"No, it's Gregory House, remember? The guy you hate?"

"Brian, where did you go?" She was looking around, but her eyes were wide and unfocused.

Shit. She's delirious. He had to lower her fever now.

"We were going to start a family remember? Get a dog and everything."

"Allison, look at me." House had to get those pills in her. He shook out 2 of the Motrin and grabbed her chin, forcing them in her mouth. "Take a sip," he said, taking her cold cup of tea. Thankfully, she swallowed it all. Cameron drifted off again, once again muttering incoherently.

House thought for a minute. The fever had to go down and quick. He went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with lukewarm water. The bedroom was right next to the bathroom, so he brought the bowl in there and put it on the bedside table with some washcloths. Now came the hard part.

"Allison, look at me." He shook her gently. "You have to get up."

She opened her eyes slowly. "Who are you? Where's Brian?"

House sighed. This was not good. "I'm a doctor. He brought me here to take care of you. Now can you walk?"
Cameron nodded. "I think so."

"Good we need to get you to lie down in your bed, okay?"

"Okay."

This was going to be tricky. He figured since Cameron would help his balance, he could put his cane down. So he looped one arm around her waist and they both stood up slowly and started to make their way to the room.

"How are you feeling," House asked after a few steps.

"A little light headed… but okay."

She took two more steps and went limp. House tried to keep them both from falling, but was unable. In the process, his bad leg collided with a coffee table. Why the hell was there a coffee table in the goddman hallway? His eyes closed as a wave of nausea hit him, and bursts of blue and black shimmered behind his lids in time with the throbbing pain.

We're just going to lie here for a second…

He got up slowly, using the offending table to leverage himself. Cameron was still out cold on the floor. How the hell was he going to get her in bed now? The room was only a few more feet away. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he crouched down and scooped her up in his arms. Slowly, he stood up, using the wall as support against his back. Step, limp. Step, limp. Rest against the wall. Step, limp. Step, limp. Rest against the wall. Only a few more feet to go.

Cameron's head lolled around and she giggled, coming to. "Just like when we were first married."

House looked down at her as he stopped. What the hell do I say to that? So he just gave a small smile and said, "Betcha I made it much faster that time."

"Hmmm." She turned her head looked him in the eyes. "House, what's going on?"

Great. Good time for her to become coherent.

"You're extremely ill, Cameron."

"Put me down," she ordered weakly. "I can walk."

"Yes. Last time you 'walked' you passed out."

"But your leg—"

"Is fine," he lied. "Now shut up."

After a very painful few minutes, he finally made it to her room and deposited her on the bed. She was once again out of it. He felt her head once more. She was still on fire.

"Just don't hate me in the morning, Cameron," he said as he started to take off her clothes, leaving her in her bra and panties.

"I could never hate you, House," she mumbled quietly.

He stopped cold. Those words tore at him. They tore him up real good. Why did it have to be her?

House pushed all his thoughts aside and started to wipe her down with the water. Along with the Motrin, the evaporation of the liquid on her skin should help cool her down. He washed her from head to toe, and then left her uncovered on the bed to dry. Then he made his way very slowly back to the living room to get her some water and grab his cane and a Vicodin.

Now all he could do was sit and wait.