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CHAPTER TWO - Elvis Has Left the Building

Dr. Allison Cameron sits on her couch in her black and red flannel pajama bottoms and white tank top, hugging a pillow and staring at her reflection in the black T.V. She hasn't touched her hair since her shower earlier that morning and without even reaching back, she knows that it is a mess. But she doesn't care, doesn't care at all.

Neither Chase nor Foreman have been there to comfort her and that just dampens her spirits even more. She reaches for the Vodka sitting on the table and pours some into her glass then throws herself back on the couch and stares at the bottle.

'Half empty. That's what it is. Half empty. Just like me.' She thinks as she downs the full shot in one gulp.

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Back at PPTH, Cuddy and Wilson enter House's room. They find that there is only one other nurse checking the stats on the monitor and it is relatively quiet in the room. They'd expected a crew of doctors and nurses trying to revive him, but there is no one.

"What's going on?" Cuddy demands without even looking at House.

"Didn't Lucia tell you?" the attending nurse asks.

"I'mmm preggers." came a gravely, deep-throated voice from the bed. Wilson's eyes fly open as he takes a few more steps closer to the bed.

"House?" Wilson whispers, not quite sure whether he is actually awake or if it is his own wishful thinking.

"Whaaa…" House starts to mutter, but Cuddy interrupts him.

"Save your strength, House. You're going to need it."

"Howww baaad?" he asks as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his face grimacing from the pain in his side.

"The nurse just took out your breathing tube because you finally started breathing on your own…" Wilson starts.

"How baad?" House repeats.

"You were brought into the E.R. in critical condition," Cuddy gulps as she tries to find the courage to tell him. "You lost a lot of blood and…" her voice trails off as it starts to crack from the memory of seeing him with blood gushing out of his neck and stomach.

Wilson finishes for her. "You were in surgery for three hours…." House's continuing expression of pain forces Wilson to stop talking for a second, but then he continues. "They…removed the bullet from your stomach, and found and repaired the tear in your jugular vein from the second passing bullet. The bullet didn't penetrate but just another inch and it would have." He stops again for a moment to let House register the information, and for a second thinks he has fallen asleep.

"Whhheressstheguythatsh…" House mutters.

"With the amount of blood that you lost, you became anemic, but it's back to normal now." Cuddy finishes, ignoring his last question.

"House, you need rest," Wilson says, placing his hand on House's left shoulder, but he ignores him.

"Kettttamin…" House says with his eyes open, looking at Cuddy. She slowly nods her head and she swore to herself she saw the corner of his lip furl up just a little into a smile.

"Thaannnsss…" he says groggily as his head slowly drifts to the left, quickly falling back to asleep.

"Let me know if his condition changes," Cuddy says to the nurse as they walk out into the hall.

They walk in silence down the hall to the elevators. Neither one of them speaks, neither one has to. They are both thankful, relieved and suddenly extremely tired. The elevator door opens and they walk out into the lobby.

"My offer still stands," Cuddy tells Wilson right before he turns to walk toward the exit door.

"No, thanks. I think I'm going to go to his place for the night. Besides, someone has to check on Steve. I think I need to feed him a snake or something."

"I believe it's the other way around," She says with a smile, knowing he's going to be fine since he cracked the joke.

"I'll be here bright and early," Wilson says and walks out of the hospital.

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Cameron is having a strange dream: her cat (well, a cat since she never owned one) gave birth to a litter of about eight, but the kittens weren't kittens, they were the shape and size of a lima bean and a sheer color, almost see through. She could barely detect the little eyes inside the pod and put them in a clear plastic container, filled to the brim with water.

Afterwards she waited, and waited, for them to mature before she transferred them back to another container where they'd evolve into real kittens. But a few of them died and she was sad, but then realized that there were more pods and got into panic mode.

The next thing she knew she was in the laundry room with two men, cleaning up 'the kitchen' (yes, the kitchen was in the laundry room but don't ask me why) because the landlord was coming by to inspect it to return the deposit on the house she was renting, which was basically a run down shack.

Then she had to decide which kitten she wanted to keep and was debating between the little runt of the group, who barely survived its' escape from the pod, and a little rambunctious one that kept the three men chasing after it…and then the phone rang…and rang…and rang…

Cameron is jolted awake by the phone ringing next to her ear and groggily reaches for it, not bothering to open her eyes.

"Hellll…" She mumbles then clears her throat and repeats the 'hello.'

"Cameron, it's Wilson. House woke up about an hour ago."

She is instantly awake at the good news and sits up, placing her hand on her forehead, because even though her body stops, her head wants to keep going.

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah, but he's pregnant," Wilson says, waiting for a laugh from her. When it doesn't come he says, "Sorry. He's fine, Allison. I just thought you'd want to know."

"Yeah, yes, oh, thank God," she says relieved. "When are his parents flying in?"

"I think John and Blythe are arriving at 6:30 tomor…uh, this morning," he tells her. "They never came in when he had the infarction. I think Blythe was a little regretful."

"Ok. Thanks for calling, Wilson," she says looking at the watch on her wrist. She squints down at the tiny dial and sees that it is 1:15 a.m. and cringes. "Get some sleep. I'll see you later."

She hangs up the phone and smiles, knowing he is okay. Relieved he made it, but not quite sure about what lay ahead…for him? Or, for her?

Then she remembers the dream and continues to sit on the couch. "I had to decide between the rambunctious one and the runt of the litter? What the hell does that mean?" She says to herself out loud, but knowing exactly what it meant.

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To be continued