Author's Note- Thanks for the reviews. This is the last chapter I think. I hope you like it. 

Chapter 10-

When they got to the hospital, House tried to hop off of the stretcher to go make sure Cameron was okay. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before the nurse stopped him.

"Sir, your leg is hurt. I'm going to need you to stay still," the nurse said.

"It's not like I'm going to die or anything. Just let me see her."

"We need to fix your leg and check her to make sure everything is okay. You can see her in a little while. Just please calm down," the nurse tried again.

House gave her and evil glare, but stopped trying to get up. The truth was his leg did hurt like hell, but he didn't want to show any sign of pain or weakness. He watched as they rolled Cameron down the hallway and he was rolled down the hall and into one of the rooms as well.

He was going to need sixteen stitches for the gash in his leg and three more for the cut on his arm. That was so bad and it didn't take too long. The pain was nothing that House wasn't partially used to. His mind was on Cameron and that other girl. That Virginia girl had her finger cut of and Cameron could barely stand up. All he needed was a couple of stitches. He really just wanted to get out of the hospital bed and call Cuddy or see Wilson. Wilson was probably in the waiting room or else he went to check up on Cameron.

"Hey, can someone hand me my phone?" House asked.

The nurse figured it was okay, so she grabbed it off the table and handed it to him.

"Sir, you need to relax and rest. You've been through a lot today."

"Thank-you, but I'm sure I'll be fine."

She shook her head and left the room, closing the door behind her.

House picked up his cell and dialed the clinic; he needed to talk to Cuddy.

"Hello, how may I help you?" it was one of the nurses.

"This is Doctor Gregory House; I need to speak with Doctor Cuddy."

"One moment please," the nurse said and then called for Cuddy. "Here she is."

"Thanks," House replied.

"Hello, where the hell are you?" Cuddy said.

"Well, it's nice to be speaking to you again, too. I'm at the hospital. Well, not the one I work at, obviously, or you would know."

"Is Cameron alright? And what about Virginia?"

"I don't know. I had to get stitches so I couldn't go with them. Virginia had her ring finger cut off. Cameron was locked in some room and she's weak. I don't know what he did to her."

"Oh God," Cuddy said and several people gave her strange looks. "Did they catch the guy?"

"Yes, thanks to me and Wilson. It was that Matt guy. I stabbed him and Wilson kept him there until the police arrived."

"Good, good," Cuddy said in a worried voice. "Let me go let Chase and Foreman know what happened. I'll be over as soon as possible."

"Bye."

A nurse finally came by House's room to see how he was doing.

"You can go see her if you'd like. The other nurses told me how worried you seemed. She's asleep though." The nurse said to him. "Please be careful though. I don't want your stitches coming out or anything."

"Will do," House replied and he hopped out of bed to go find Cameron.

"Her room is the third door down the hall on this side to the left. Just to let you know."

House then said, "Thanks." And limped out of his room and down the hall. When he got to Cameron's room, he just stood outside the door for a second. After a few seconds of thinking, he opened the door. Cameron was lying on the hospital bed. She was pale and that worried House a lot.

What did that Matt guy do to her? He wondered.

He stood over her bed and looked down at her. He didn't know what to do and he knew that saying something was stupid because she was asleep and couldn't possibly hear him. That was when someone clearing their throat broke the silence; it was Wilson.

"He drugged her. She's in a coma; ODed on barbiturates. The doctor is going to start the Hemodialysis sometime soon."

House looked down at Cameron and Wilson was sure he heard him mutter, "Bastard!" under his breath.

"Hey," Wilson said, "Want to go down to the cafeteria with me?"

House shrugged and Wilson took that as a yes.

It was late; nearly midnight. House and Wilson, who weren't exactly hungry, just got coffee. For a while, they sat in silence. Both men were replying what had happened today in their minds. Both men were worried about Cameron and Virginia. Wilson was wishing he could go back in time so they could have gotten there faster. Maybe then they could have saved Virginia from losing her finger and a lot of blood. Maybe Cameron wouldn't be in a coma. House wanted desperately for Cameron to wake up, he also wanted very much to go to sleep. Despite the coffee and how his mind was going hay-wire, his whole body felt like it was about to collapse. "Stupid meds," he thought.

House kept looking out the cafeteria doors and down the hallway. He wanted to go back to his room or to Cameron's room. Wilson wouldn't let him; he kept trying to strike up a conversation and ordering them more coffee. Cuddy would be there soon. She said earlier that she had a lot to do. Of course, Wilson had expected her earlier, but with three doctors gone, she probably had a lot to do.

Ironically enough, just as Wilson was thinking this, Cuddy came walking through the cafeteria doors.

"The nurse told me I could find you two here," Cuddy greeted them. "Sorry I got here so late. Foreman and Chase are still at the hospital. They've got someone who just came from the ER, it's a nightmare."

Wilson nodded, "Did the nurse tell you anything about Cameron?"

"No, she was busy and said that you two could fill me in."

Wilson told Cuddy what had happened and what the doctors told them.

Cuddy had the same reaction that House had had, "That bastard drugged her?"

Wilson nodded. House didn't say anything.

House then let his drowsiness get the better of him. He told Wilson and Cuddy that he was going back up to his hospital room. Despite his minor injuries, the doctors would rather keep him overnight than send him home. Tomorrow the nurse said that they would check his stitches and if everything checked out then he could leave. However, they suggested that he take it easy for a few days; he'd been through a lot and they didn't want his stitches coming undone.

"Yes!" House thought, "Finally a valid excuse to get out of clinic duty!"

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. The TV was still on, but he couldn't care less. All he wanted was to clear his mind and get some sleep.

The next morning, House woke up and realised that Wilson was sitting in on of the chairs watching the morning news.

"Good morning," Wilson said, still watching the TV and not bothering to look at House when he spoke.

House nodded as a reply, even though Wilson wasn't looking, "So, what's up?"

"Well, Cameron came out of a coma a few hours ago. I'm pretty sure she's sleeping now, though. Oh, and one of the doctors is coming in shortly to check out your stitches. Then you can leave."

"Can I see Cameron?" House asked.

"Not right now. The doctor said that it would be best if we came back later today or tomorrow. She needs rest."

"And what about that creep? What's up with him?"

" 'The creep' is being treated. His room is guarded by two security officers and once he's better he'll be held in the county corrections detainment facility. Then I guess they'll set a date for his trial," Wilson explained.

House had a quite satisfied look on his face. Then a doctor came in and took a look at House's stitches. Everything seemed fine, so House was set to go. He got up and packed his things. Wilson handed him a change of clothes and he changed in the bathroom. In about ten minutes, he was ready to leave.

House and Wilson hung out for the rest of the day. Cuddy went back to work until later when she said she was going to try and come back to visit Cameron. Now it was around seven at night. House was growing bored of the TV and of having nothing to do. He'd rather be doing clinic duty that sitting here doing absolutely nothing. Without saying a word, he got up and grabbed his coat, heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" Wilson asked. Again, he didn't even bother looking in House's direction when he spoke.

House didn't say anything so Wilson figured he'd better get up and go with him. Wilson let House drive, but only because he didn't want to start an argument.

"Where are we going?" Wilson tried again. It was probably useless.

Actually, Wilson turned out to be wrong; House answered this time. "The hospital."

"Princeton Plainsboro or the one Cameron is at?" Wilson inquired.

"To see Cameron; did you think I was going to do clinic duty or something? And what would I want to go see Foreman and Chase for?" House replied.

Wilson shrugged and turned on the radio. The rest of the ride was silent except for the music and commercials playing from the speakers. When they got there, they exited the car and walked into the hospital, still silent.

House would have walked through the hospital to Cameron's room without stopping, but Wilson stopped him.

"Excuse me," Wilson said to the nurse behind the desk, "We'd like to visit a friend; can you let us know her room number please?"

"Sure, just follow me," she replied, "Thanks for the excuse to leave the desk; I was getting sort of bored. Not much has been going on around here lately."

"No problem," Wilson said and House hit him in the back with his cane while giving him a dirty look.

Wilson gave House that "What the hell was that for?" look and House gave Wilson that "You have a wife so stop flirting with other women look." Wilson rolled his eyes and House just sighed. Soon enough they were up on the fifth floor and outside of the Cameron's room.

"Hold on a second," the nurse said, "Let me go check and see if she's awake or not."

Both men nodded and waited while the nurse went inside the room.

"Miss Cameron, you have two visitors," the nurse explain when Cameron looked up, "Would you like me to send them in?"

"Do you know who they are?" Cameron asked.

"Well, I didn't get their names, but there's an older man with a limp and another man who looked a bit younger."

"Sure, they can come in," Cameron said. Then she started to worry how she looked; she probably looked like a mess. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now.

Wilson came in first and he smiled at her; House came in after.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Wilson asked, "Glad to see that you're awake."

"Thanks," she said, trying to smile.

House just looked at her and, taking notice of this, she averted his gaze. Wilson noticed the awkward silence between the two.

"Well, I'm going to go grab a soda from the machine down the hall. I'll be back in a few minutes," He left quickly so House didn't have a chance to follow. He was leaving them alone on purpose.

House took a seat in one of the visitor's chairs and tapped his cane rhythmically on the floor. Cameron watched him. She had just noticed his wounds and stitches.

"Are they because of me?" she asked, pointing to his cuts.

He looked up at her again, "If you were the asshole that slashed me, then yes, but I'm pretty sure he didn't look like a girl have long brown hair." She rolled her eyes, "You should be more concerned about yourself. A few stitches are nothing; a few hours ago we didn't know whether you'd wake up."

"You could have let the police handle it, you know. You and Wilson put yourselves in a lot of danger."

"You and the Virginia girl would have both died if Wilson and I hadn't come to the rescue," House explained.

She sighed. There was silence lingering for a few minutes before Cameron spoke again.

"Thanks House and I really mean it. I thought I was going to die; I really believed it. Matt scared me and I know if he would have killed Virginia then he would have come and killed me next." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I thought I was dead for sure when I saw him cut off her finger. And then you came through that window thing and I didn't see who you were at first; I pictured him coming towards me. God, I was so stupid. I never should have trusted him."

"Cameron… there was no way you could have known. I'm sure he seemed like a really nice guy; he could have fooled anyone. You just happened to be there at the time."

She paused again; trying to stop herself from crying. She figured she looked ridiculous and decided that she didn't want to at the moment. House figured she wasn't going to say anything so he started watching the TV. It was playing the evening news. He watched the weather segment and then the sports came on for a small bit. When it went back to the regular news, House watched as their story came on. How a man held two young women hostage in an old storage building. Cameron turned her head and House turned the TV to a different channel.

"Why did you come looking for me?" she asked.

House really didn't know what to say.

"You of all people; you never seem to notice I'm there until I'm not. Why?" Cameron persisted.

Why did she always ask questions he didn't know the answers to? Her questions made his brain hurt. Did he car about her? Of course he did; he cared about anyone who actually gave him the time a day. Did he love her? Is that why he pushed Stacey away? He tried to think but his brain was jumbled with so many things.

"Maybe I take you for granted," he explained, "You're one of the few people who gives a damn about me, but I block it out. And then I never notice you until you're not there saying the things you say and doing the things you do. When you aren't there anymore, then I realise how much the things like that actually mean."

She was surprised by that and it caught her off guard. Having no idea what to say, she just smiled.

It was about a week later and Cameron was just released from the hospital. Cuddy picked her up and drove her back to her house. She got settled in and Cuddy helped her out a little bit.

"Thanks," Cameron said, "Man, I really hate having people do things for me, but I guess sometimes you just can't do everything by yourself."

"You're welcome; I know how you feel." Cuddy grabbed her coat and was heading out the door, "I hope you get better soon. Are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself?"

Cameron smiled, "I'll be fine; thanks."

For a few days Cameron stayed home and rested. Eventually she got bored and decided that even though she still wasn't herself yet, that she would go to work. Four heads are better than three and the guys could probably use her.

House was absolutely stunned when he walked into his office and saw her sitting in his chair. Well, it wasn't the fact that she was in his chair so much of the fact that she was sleeping in his chair with her head leaning on his desk. He went over to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Cameron?" he asked.

She blinked open her eyes and then realised where she was exactly. She'd gotten there an hour earlier and decided to close her eyes for a few minutes. The few minutes turned into an hour and she felt slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry," she started, but House interrupted her.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your apartment getting rest?" he gave her a stern look.

"I'm fine," she said, "You guys probably need me to do something around here."

He sighed; Cameron looked so happy and so eager to please everyone when she should be at home resting or something. Plus, it didn't seem that she remembered at all what today was.

"What's the matter?" she asked him.

"His trial, it's today."

She opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She just sat there looking dumbfounded.

"You forgot?" he asked her.

She nodded and then a worried look came about her face.

"I can take you home if you want," he offered. He knew she needed to recuperate and he knew that if Cuddy found her in here, it would be his head.

"He's going to go to jail, right?" she asked.

House sighed, "Hopefully, most likely. Personally I think the bastard deserves the death sentence. Do you wan to go home? Or we could just go somewhere, it doesn't matter."

She nodded.

They were in his car and on the road. "You shouldn't have come to work. You're going to overwork yourself."

She just looked out of the window. House ended up pulling into the parking lot of a local diner. They had breakfast together and then he took her home. He stayed at her place for the afternoon. It was nothing special; they watched TV and talked. At five thirty Cameron's phone rang, but by that time she was in the shower while House was watching his soaps.

House decided to pick it up, figuring it was the considerate thing to do.

"Hello?" he said, picking up the receiver.

"Oh, so that's why you weren't at work today, you were with Cameron?" Cuddy asked and House regretted not letting the answering machine pick up the call.

"Well, that's a funny story. See, I was at work, but then I left. Cameron's in the shower, can I take a message?"

"It's about the trial."

"And?" House pressed

"Fifty years with parole for two accounts of assault and attempted murder. Are you going to tell Cameron?" Cuddy said.

House replied, "I guess I have to."

"Okay, well, I have to go."

House said goodbye and hung up the phone just when Cameron came out.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Oh, uhh, that was Cuddy," House stated.

"What'd she say? Did you get yelled at for skipping work? You can tell her it was my fault, I don't mind taking the blame," she replied.

He shook his head, "Sit for a second."

She took a seat on the couch next to him and then he continued.

"I told you earlier how Matt's trial was today," he started, "Cuddy called to tell me the outcome… He got fifty years with parole."

She nodded. Inside she was so glad. The last thing she wanted was for that guy to be out there, able to hurt more people.

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "You okay?"

"I think so," she smiled.

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Author's note: I guess that's the end. I know I'm not the best at endings and that's why it took me so long to write this chapter. I wrote and rewrote it and it was driving me nuts. I hope you like it. ) Review please and let me know. I'm not sure what my next fic is going to be about. Possibly another House fic or else it will be Bones or The-X-Files. ) I've been having writers block lately so hopefully that will go away lol.

Anyway, thanks to anyone who read, reviewed, faved, and put my fic on story alert. I appreciated it a lot! D