thanks for your reviews everyone. sorry the chapters are so short, but when i think about it, the first chapter was just really long (i only meant for it to be a one shot).

DISCLAIMER: i dont own any of them, but detectives morris and leonard will be popping up again. dont sue me. THEYRE MINE.

SPOILERS: none

NOTE: dunno nothing about hospitals, blaa-blaa like ive said before. and about the fic - the italics are from cameron's POV.

Through the impenetrable black darkness Cameron heard the soft thump of a cane.

"Could you get doctors Chase and Foreman from Diagnostics for me?"

It was House, he was here, so close, yet so far. A creak and a rattle as he sat down and popped a Vicodin. Don't leave me.

"Stay strong Cameron, its not over yet. I'm not going anywhere."

Why was her apartment door open? A sound from the bedroom, a shove into the kitchen. Help, please help. A knife waiting to be washed, wrenched out of her hand as it caught in a leather jacket. Visions of darkness. White pain blasting her senses. The darkness swallowed her whole. The thump of a cane, as she was pulled away from consciousness. Please, don't let me go.

"I'm right here with you."

Don't leave…

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Footsteps sounded outside, and the door slid open gently.

"Cameron! Oh my God, what happened?" Chase exclaimed before hurrying over to her bedside, Foreman in tow.

"That's a one-way ticket to Hell, that is." House tried to make light of the serious situation, but his heart wasn't in it. How could he insult Chase while Cameron lay nearby, looking as if Death itself was standing over her? He scolded himself.

Foreman gave House a cold stare that would make Cuddy proud. "Really, House, what happened?"

"The police think it was a robbery gone wrong." The young doctors swore under their breaths, scowling.

"H-how bad is it?" Chase's face still held the shell-shocked expression he came in with.

House sighed, and relayed what the surgeon had told him. He tried to convince himself that she was just another patient, but her face found its way into his thoughts. "She was stabbed three times in the abdomen, one wound punctured the small intestine, one nicked an artery, and the other wasn't deep enough to cause serious harm. However, she still lost a dangerous amount of blood – it was touch-and-go in the surgery for a while, but as you can see, she pulled through." Foreman couldn't help but notice the relief shining through with House's last words.

"But, she's still at risk of an infection from the punctured intestine, right?" he asked, hating to kill his boss' moment.

House nodded. He didn't really want to think about it.

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Foreman and Chase had left to tackle the clinic, promising to check up on Cameron a little later. House was content with sitting by her side.

She was so pale, and her eyes were heavily shadowed. Her once lustrous hair fell dark and limp around her face, and she seemed to fade into the pillows. House was afraid that she'd disappear if he looked away. So he stayed with his eyes locked onto her, allowing himself to realise how close he'd come to losing her.

You're still here, don't leave…I'm so alone.

"Hold on, Cameron, you've been so strong, keep it up."

I thought I lost you…

"I thought I'd lost you, and I was so scared" if House had realised he was talking to a comatose patient he would have been incredibly annoyed, but this was Cameron. It was different. With Cameron it was always different. He allowed himself to open up.

"I watched them revive you in the ambulance, and I had never been more scared of anything in my entire life. I-I've already lost you once, and it felt as though a part of me was ripped away. I won't go through that again."

You never lost me… you'll never lose me…

House's head snapped up as her bedside monitor went haywire.

"NURSE!" he roared.

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Cameron felt herself dissolve. A soft white light penetrated the darkness, pulling her toward it. She could feel its warmth touching her soul. And her husband…holding his arms out to her. How she missed him…how she longed to feel his embrace…

"DON'T LET HER GO!"

Cameron stopped, her eyes locked on her husband's smiling gaze. "No" she whispered. The force kept pulling, but she resisted. "I love you… I'm sorry" if she had tears she would have cried, sobbing hysterically for all the time she had lost with her late husband. She would have screamed with the agony of passing up an eternity with her first love. But she would always have him. She would always love him, deep in her heart. "Goodbye" And she focused on House's voice, drawing herself back to the insufferable darkness where she could be near him.

A/N. maybe not my most well-written chapter... and yeah, yeah, i had to include the whole white light cliche. and seeing as ive never been in a coma and dont know any one who has, i just figured it would be a little more original if she is trapped in her own mind, or darknessor something, but can hear people talking around her. well actually i got that from an episode of 'smallville'. so please review! reviews get the creative juices flowing! im still trying to sort out exactly whats going to happen, but the next chapter should be up soon...ish.