House was stepping out of the elevator when he ran into Chase.
"Hey" He said uncomfortably.
"Yes?" House said rather impatiently.
"If you wanted to see Cameron, she's in room 66 in the critical ward. And we're meeting in half an hour to look over the results" He said quickly.
House eyed him. "And…" He questioned.
"And what?"
"Your hesitating, you want to say something…" He probed.
Chase shuffled his feet. "Look, I'm sorry I was being a snitch. I was scared and I knew you didn't like me much. Because my dad made a call and all" He rambled.
"Rhyming now are we?" He queried mockingly.
Chase looked hurt.
"Look, I have some… things to do" He quickly replied.
"See you in half an hour" leaving Chase dumbfounded.
House didn't go to his office, instead he found himself standing outside Cameron's room, looking in on her. Finaly he dug up the courage to go in, taking a seat beside her bed. She had a cut going down her face, not too deep so it wouldn't leave much of a scar. He studied her face and let his eyes wonder down. She was beautiful, he thought, letting his mind go with his eyes. Perfect little mouth, he remembered her eyes, silky amazing coloured eyes. He got up and shuffled to the bord hanging from her bed and read over it, nto at all comfertable about where it was taking him.
"Some swelling of the brain, broken arm, broken leg suspected to be clotted," He muttered. He put the bord back and walked to her side, checking she was still alive and sitting back down, slowly slipping off to sleep.
House woke up. The hospital was dark and silent.
"Hey House" Came a dreamy voice in front of him, and he saw Cameron sitting up and awake.
"Cameron!" He exclaimed. She just smiled, her amazing and sly smile.
"Come here House" She smirked, patting the space beside her on the bed. Oddly he found himself going to her, sliding easy beside her. He could feel her close to him; she smiled again and kissed him. House kissed her back, pushing her gently down into the pillow and begin to pull up her hospital gowned…
"House?" Wilson's voice cut through the dream and he awoke with a start.
"We've been looking everywhere for you" He explained then gave him and odd look.
"Are you ok? You moaning and kept saying Cameron…"
House went slightly red but it only lasted a minute.
"No, I'm fine. Now lets get to the meeting," He said in his normal tone, ushering Wilson out. He turned back to look at Cameron then followed Wilson.
He sat there not really listening to what the others where saying, he couldn't help it. Images of the dream kept popping into his head and other memories. Him watching her work, frowning in concentration, not noticing the top button of her undone and him standing in just the right spot…
"House?"
He looked around to the person asking his name and found it to be Foreman.
"What?" He asked patently.
"I was just saying, Cameron's results came back, negative for blood clotting to the leg, all internal bleeding is cleared up, brain swelling is down however she has a high temperature and is still in a coma. She's not responding to her surroundings…" He finished, giving House an agitated look.
House pondered on the symptoms.
"Well, it's not the Coma giving her the temperature. Another symptoms?" he queried.
"Not that we know of…" Chase put in.
"Then check again and get back to me. The increase of temperature may be caused by the accident, surgery and what ever else has been done to her. Check her blood pressure too," He finished.
His two remaining ducklings nodded and they were gone. Wilson got up too followed by House.
"I'll take another look over those tests" He said thoughtfully and disappeared, leaving House alone. He had an urge to go back to Cameron's side but pushed the unfamiliar feeling away and went to his office, to find Cuddy sitting on his desk.
"How is she?" She questioned, still dressed in the silky red dress but looking awfully tired and worn out.
"Well she's not going to loose her leg but she still might die" He said more off handed than he intend too.
"You can be such a heartless basted sometimes…" She sighed, rubbing her head.
"But it's good she wont loose that leg, not sure how useful a one-legged immunologist would be"
"Now look who's heartless" He smirked taking a seat at his desk. She smiled and glared at him.
"Derrick dumped me" She sighed again.
House raised his eyebrows. Derrick? Oh wait; Cuddy was actually opening up to him.
"Derrick? What sort of name is that…" He couldn't help it.
"Shut up House" She snapped and continued.
"He hooked up with some blonde bimbo called Chrissie or Christy. He told in the middle of dinner too…" She started to tear up.
"Bastard didn't even get to dessert!" House exclaimed.
She gave him a watery smile. "House!" She said warningly.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" She questioned gingerly.
House thought for a moment.
"At this very moment, no. You need sleep. But yes Cuddy, your very attractive…" He said calmly.
Cuddy watched him stunned.
"Or would you prefer me to say, "No Cuddy, you look like an old sea hag that should be locked up"" He asked, looking in all seriousness.
"No House… you just don't know how much it means to hear it coming from you" Overwhelmed with feelings she bent over and kissed House, House too stunned to stop himself.
Cuddy suddenly shot up and went bright red.
"I'm soooo sorry!" She whispered in shock, getting up and walking out the door.
House just sat there, chin in hand and wondering what the hell was going on to night.