CT scan: G House - Head and Neck.

After a quick stop in the ER, an alert House was trying to lie still as Cuddy and Cameron watched the screen.

House tried to get their attention, "Hey Girls?"

Cameron spoke. "We're almost done, what do you need?"

"Call Tim Meyers in for a consult." House said matter of factly.

"Dr. Meyers is an ophthalmologist. What's going on?" Cuddy took over.

House cleared his throat. "My eyes aren't focus properly."

That was all the Cuddy needed to hear. She picked up the phone. "Page Dr. Meyers, have him meet us in room 325." Cameron walked into the room to help transfer House to the gurney. Before they started out, House stopped them. "Elevate my head, if you please. I can't see anything right now." Cameron raised his head. Closing his eyes, House waited for them to stop.

The gurney stopped and House's ears perked up. "Nice to see you again, Greg. What's with the consult?"

"I wish I could say the same thing Tim."

Dr. Meyers looked at House. Quickly he took out a scope and checked his eyes.

"Greg, when did you get the blow?" Cuddy and Cameron looked puzzled.

"Friday, sometime after midnight, I don't remember much after Wilson left the bar."

Dr. Meyers turned to Cuddy "Did you get a CT Scan?" She handed the folded over.

"Greg I think you know just as well as I do what your problem is." Dr, Meyers said.

Both Cameron and Cuddy could ask a question, House had the answer. "Hyphema."

Dr. Meyers nodded gravely. "Yes, Traumatic is my guess - grade 2 in the right, close to grade 3 in the left eye. We'll start the tests right away; I need to know the pressure quickly."

He left the room to gather his materials. Cuddy and Cameron went to his side. House began to bark out orders. "I need you to send messages to the consults we've agreed to take. Send them to the top name on the list. You know the one under mine."

"Relax House, I'll handle everything." Cuddy walked out to deal with hospital business. Cameron stood by waiting and watching. A nurse walked in with the items Dr. Meyer would need.

Meyer walked in. "Are we ready?" He asked. Cameron tired moved away, but House grabbed her hand. Something in his touch told her to stay. Quickly Meyer worked though the exam. He turned off the slit lamp. "Greg, the intraocular pressure in the right is 20 mm hg. The left eye is 35. We're going to keep you here for a few days. The nurse will be in to put drops and shields on your eyes."

House nodded. "It going to be quite strange and nerve racking but I need you to be calm. I'm going to give you a sedative to take the edge off." Dr. Meyers wrote something in his chart and turned to leave. Cameron walked out with him. "Dr. Meyers?" He turned to the nurse's station. "Dr House takes a large amount to Vicodin." He nodded. "Dr. Cuddy told me also, the sedative is just fine." Cameron breathed a side of relief. "You seem to be a calming influence on House right now. You should be in there when they put the shields on."

Cameron nodded and return to House's side. Meyer watched as House took her hand again. He had heard the rumors about House and his young "duckling". Everyone thought she was crazy for wanting him. They also thought House was crazy for not jumping at the chance. Meyer chuckled to himself not knowing what he had set into motion.

Two hours later:

House sat up in his bed. His mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. The sedative he had been given was just enough to stop the new source of pain. But it was not enough to calm him completely. The darkness was getting to him. Not being able to see was like taking a connection from the world.

Cameron staying close was oddly comforting. It wasn't like when his leg happened and Stacy stayed with him. He wanted to do things one way and Stacy did the opposite. His mind told him that Cameron would do what he wanted – it was only one thing that could be done.

He took her hand, feeling a connection to the world around him. The door slid open, "Well it's about time you showed up. I would have expected them to call you first Wilson, seeing as we are living together." A surprised Wilson looked at Cameron who shrugged her shoulders. She went back to House's hand. "How did you know it was me?"

"Your silly French shoes – they have a distinct click." House mused. "Well your other senses are greatly enhanced, sense of hearing and touch are really enhanced." Cameron must be blushing right now - House mused. He felt her try and move her hand. House tightened his grasp, telling her not to move yet. "Wilson could you get a few things for me, as you can see I'm not going to be there for a few days." Cameron handed Wilson the list.

Wilson left promising to return in the morning. That left House alone with Cameron for the first time. "Are you ok?" She asked after moment of awkward silence. "I'm fine." House answered still holding her hand. "I'd better be going." Cameron turned to leave. House didn't let go of her hand. "Could you stay with me for a while – just until I fall asleep?" Cameron pulled a chair up to the bed. She took his hand and stoked it.