A/N: Hello again! Thanks again for the reviews. Sorry it took so long to update. I had finals to study for. Enjoy!

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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten, and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright.
And may all your Christmases be white.

Chase squeezed Cameron's hand. Her palms were sweaty from the fever. He checked her morphine levels. There were as high as they could be but she was still in pain and he knew it. She could hear him but she couldn't really respond. Tears still trickled down her face. She was fighting with all her strength. He checked the clock, 11:30 time to prep for surgery.

"Cameron, we're going to have to put you to sleep. Your surgery will begin in an hour. I'll be there when you wake-up. Try not to worry."

Chase put her to sleep. Finally, for her relief from the pain even if only for awhile. She could be strong enough to talk or at least breathe on her own. He hated her being in pain to stay awake. Foreman walked in.

"You should take a break, eat, go outside, sleep. Take a break from in here."

"No, I'm going to watch Cameron's surgery."

"Chase you can't not sleep until she's better. Go, I'll page you when her surgery is done. I'll be there and so will Cuddy, Wilson, and House."

"As soon as she's done?"

"As soon as she's done, I promise."

And with that Chase left, to where even he did not know.

Foreman sat by Cameron as they got ready to move her. He was scared. He couldn't imagine the team without her. He knew Chase always had a little thing for her ever since the girl who thought she could have gotten her boyfriend sick from sex. At first he thought it was a co-worker relationship, he just thought she was hot nothing more nothing less. Later on he began to second guess his conclusion, small looks, secrets shared that troubled him. He was startled from his thoughts by a nurse.

"Dr. Foreman were ready to go."

"Okay let's move her."

They roll her up to the OR.

Outside Chase walked the path. He was tired but couldn't sleep. He could go to the cafeteria they were serving a Christmas Eve day lunch for patients and doctors but he wasn't hungry. The snow pounded down on him the wind was howling. He wanted to run into the hospital and watch Cameron. He had to eat though, he couldn't not eat forever. Chase walked into the hospital and into the cafeteria. There was turkey wraps that was the best looking thing there. Everything else he wasn't even sure it was food. As he bit in he couldn't chew. It felt so wrong to eat knowing Cameron couldn't. He swallowed his bite and put down the wrap and drank from his cup of coffee. He decided that he could just watch from the OR window. The window was meant for students so that they could observe. He throws away his trash and began to walk up.

Inside the OR

"The bullet hit her lung at a high speed." Observed the surgeon.

"She was standing 3 feet away." House reported.

"Well that explains the damage." Concluded the surgeon

"Can we fix it?" Cuddy asked nervously.

"Yeah, a few stitches here and there she'll be breathing by herself soon. The only thing I'm worried about is her heart damage. We have to be careful. I don't want to cause anymore damage." Said the surgeon.

Foreman looked away for a second and saw Chase. He picked up the phone to talk to him.

"What did I say about taking a break?"

"I ate, I got a breath of fresh air, and I just can't stop thinking about her. How is she doing?"

"The surgeon is worried about her heart damage but it should be pretty routine."

"How long?"

"A few hours at best it's delicate surgery."

"I'm going to watch."

"Okay"

The surgery went on uneventfully. They were done in 4 hours and Cameron was resting quietly. They should be able to remove her tube once she woke up. Another step to recovery to being okay. But there was still the infection of unknown origin. It was still painful for her. House suggested Vicodin. But that was not going to help. The fever was under control, which was good. House was worried about it. He decided to call a team meeting in half an hour in the recovery room. That would be interesting. He wanted Cameron to help. Chase yawned and laid down on Cameron's bed which was uncommonly comfortable or maybe it was just knowing Cameron was right there.

TBC………… next the night before Christmas