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CHAPTER EIGHT – Curiosity Kills the Cat

Chase and Cameron have been sitting on a grassy area under a tree near the parking lot for a while now without speaking a word to each other. She's been crying hysterically and all he can do is let her. They sit side by side but he is afraid to put his arm around her, although he wants to. Finally he feels the time is right to talk to her, even if she doesn't want to, she's going to listen.

"Allison, do you know why I worked NICU for that short time a while ago?" She doesn't answer, just wipes her runny nose on her lab coat.

"Ok, uh, you are going to have to wash that," he teases, hoping to get some kind of response from her, either good or bad. "Well, it sure wasn't to get away from House," he continues. "Look, after we were together that one time, I got confused," he hesitates a moment to see if there is any reaction. He sighs when there isn't.

"I worked NICU to get away from you." At that she finally looks at him, confused, but she at least acknowledges him. "Look, you know I asked you out that one time and you turned me down, I could handle that. But not after we were together I couldn't. I couldn't sleep, lost my appetite, I felt like I was back in high school."

She looks at him and asks, "Why?"

"I just couldn't sleep or anything for thinking..."

"No, I mean why did you work NICU?"

"I told you, to get away from you."

"Well, that makes me feel a lot better."

"I see the way you look at House, bring him coffee, catering to his every need, and then spending the whole day at his side." He gulps hard then says, "And I was jealous."

"Jealous? I don't believe you."

"Well, I was. It practically killed me and I couldn't really face it anymore. That's why I did NICU, to get my thoughts together."

"Did it work?" she asks, looking away from him toward the parking lot.

"No. But I handled it a little better." They sit in silence for a few more minutes. "Cameron, what do you say about me taking you out?"

Cameron is speechless and her mind is blank, but she jumps a bit when her cell phone rings and a second later Chase's goes off.

"Oh, God, it's Wilson," Cameron says after she reads the message then stands.

She looks down at Chase who just gets done reading his message and looks up at Cameron. She reaches down with her hand to him and he takes it. She pulls him up and they stand face to face for a second before racing off to the E.R.

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Chase and Cameron meet the paramedics at the ER entrance just as they take the gurney off the back of the ambulance and start to wheel him in. Wilson is unconscious with a neck brace, several deep cuts on one side of his chin and his left arm is in a stint.

"What are his stats?" Cameron asks urgently as they enter the hospital.

"BP 138over72, pulse 180; he was thrown from a motorcycle over the hood of a speeding car and landed hard," one paramedic answers as they enter an exam room and begin to lift him from the gurney to the exam table. "Possible concussion; that's his second pint of blood, he's bleeding somewhere internally," he finishes, grabs a few of his equipment and backs up while the ER doctor and several attendants work on him then silently leaves the room with his partner.

As everyone does their job in examining whether he broke any bones or there is severe internal damage, Cameron pitches in and presses down on the left side of his stomach and says, "Stomach feels hard, possible bleeding here."

She suddenly hears Wilson moan softly. She stops and moves closer to him, bending down so she can hear him while the attendants finish their examination. "Wilson, James? Can you hear me?" she asks softly. He continues to moan softly but is incoherent.

"Give him 10mg morphine for the pain," she says as she steps back and watches the team work on him. She feels a hand on her shoulder and she knows it's Chase's hand but doesn't push it away. She turns and looks at him with deep concern in his eyes.

"I…we…had a fight and I…stormed out of his office," she stutters, feeling guilty for thinking she is one that made him leave in the first place. Chase remains quiet but tightens his grip on her shoulder for emotional support.

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Back in House's room he has been awake for almost an hour watching a taping of General Hospital that Wilson was kind enough to record for him the day before. Cuddy walks into his room, turns off the t.v. and turns to face House.

"What the hell…"

"What was Wilson doing driving your bike?" she asks with anger in her voice.

He hesitates before he answers her because he doesn't understand why she is so angry. He tries to think of something smart-assed to say but gets the feeling there is a serious reason why she asks him. "There was something at home I asked him to get for me."

She glares down on him. "Oh, I see. Well, I hope it was more important than the life of your friend," she says snottily.

"Cuddy, what are you talking about?" he asks, starting to get a bad feeling in his stomach. "Did something happen to Wilson?"

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Mr. and Mrs. House walk through the door of House's apartment when they hear the sirens very close to them. John unlocks the front door, walks through and holds the door for Blythe then closes the door behind her.

"Do you want some more coffee, John?" Blythe asks as she heads to the kitchen and John sits on the couch.

"No, Bly," he answers in a soft whisper.

Blythe loads scoops of coffee into the filter, hits 'brew' and walks into the living room. I'm going to change. James put the luggage in the bed…oh, I see them. I'll be right back."

Blythe walks into House's bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, thinking of her son in the hospital.

'God, I know you're listening. He's my only baby, the only baby you gave me. Please, please let him be okay.' She prays quietly to herself as she feels the tears fall for the first time since their arrival in Princeton.

After a moment she wipes her cheek and face of her tears, stands, gets a small suitcase, plops it on the bed and takes out a makeup bag, placing it on the bed. She grabs a few more things and heads to the bathroom, set in the corner of the master bedroom. A bottle of face cleaner slips from her arms and as she passes the dresser she starts to place the makeup bag on the dresser to readjust the items she's holding. She grumbles to herself when the bag falls off the dresser to the floor, and as she goes to pick it up she notices an opened grey tool box hidden behind a stack of books.

'No, Blythe, don't look…no, this is his room, he's not a teenager anymore.' She thinks to herself, trying to talk her self out of taking down the box to see what is inside it. The curiosity gets the better of her and she places the items back on the bed and returns to the dresser. With both hands she reaches up for the box and the lid slams shut, but she brings it down and walks to the bed, setting it down next to her.

It takes her several minutes to get the courage to open the lid, for fear of the worst is building up inside of her. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and lifts the lid until it rests on its own in an open position. She slowly opens her eyes and gasps at what she sees.

"No, no, Greg, not this," she says out loud but quietly enough so that John doesn't hear her from the living room