Cameron woke up around 8:35 am in a hospital bed, her brain pounded into her skull. She looked around to see House standing on a crutch; Cameron flashed him a questioning look. "I will be using this until further notice," House said, "until I get a new cane." Cameron looked down at her hands that where folded into her lap, feeling a bit guilty for taking her anger out on something he needed. House sat down next to her, a new bottle of Vicodin rattled in his pocket, "How are you feeling?"
Cameron snapped out of her daydream, "Huh?" House repeated him self, "How are you feeling, duckling?" Cameron gave him a look, but a searing pain kept her from further extending any kind of emotion, "Like shit." House nodded, writing something down in a note book, "What kind of shit? The brown kind or green kinds that the aliens make people do?" Cameron did not respond, she just lay back down, Dr. House looked to her, "Your blood sugar was a bit high, as well as your pressure. You took cold medicine didn't you?"
Cameron nodded, "Just a little…" House shook his head, "A bit too much… Your heart was racing, but besides that, nothing is wrong with you... You just need some pain killers if you have a headache." With that House handed her a cup of water, and pills. Cameron did not even bother looking at what he had given her and gulped them down, the cups where then taken by House and substituted with a tray of breakfast.

House kept an eye on Cameron through out the day, she stayed at the hospital, even though she had a day off and was able to go home by ten. Wilson crept up next to House during lunch, "Girl problems?" House looked to him, but never said anything, for some reason, House just felt lost, "I think I am sick." Wilson looked to his bud like he was joking, "House? Sick? You never get sick?"

House looked to his long time best friend, "Not illness sick you moron…" Wilson blinked, "No… You are suffering form a severe case of…" House looked at Wilson like he was some kind of retard which Wilson gave a smiled to him, "You have puppy love." House looked down, this time; he could not say anything smart back. His tongue knotted into his mouth, and he felt sick, his thoughts turned to the girl that was in his office last night. His heart sank; he had not noticed how much he hurt those who he loved. This cold, bitter man was just an act to hide his true self, the needy little boy who wanted love.

House then walked off, "I did not call for help because I have a thing for Cameron… I called because she was in trouble and I was just being a professional."