The moment of truth:
He knew she would be there. He made his choice and he planned to stick to it. Cameron took her place at House's side. He was really nervous; he hoped that it wouldn't show.
Tim Meyer walked in with his nurse. "Are you ready House?" House took Cameron's hand. Meyers continued. "The pressure in both of your eyes has gone down to normal. I have no reason to think that you won't have complete recovery of your sight." He nodded to Wilson, who in turn shut off the lights. Everyone held their breath – House tightening his hold on Cameron's hand.
Meyers took the first shield off. "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you." The second shield came off. Meyers looked at House. "Ok, open your eyes slowly." House opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, slightly out of focus. House closed his eyes again. Damn it. That was the only thing he could say.
"Take it easy House, try it again." Meyer encouraged. Cameron gave hiss hand a squeeze. Taking a deep breathe, House tried again. He opened his eyes and kept them open. The sight before him was pretty good. Wilson looked a little ruffled. He turned to look for Cameron. "You're a sight for sore eyes." Wilson exhaled the breath he was holding. Everyone smiled. "Now I'm going to set you up with eye exams every six months. No ducking me." Cameron took the paperwork. "I'll make sure he'll be there."
Everyone filtered out of the room leaving Cameron and House alone. "I wanted to thank you for everything the past few days. I don't deserve what you gave me." He still held her hand. "I have a present for you." House was like a kid at Christmas. She placed the box in his hand. "Incredible – these are perfect." House slipped on the sunglasses. He looked at her. "How do I look?" Cameron chuckled. "James Dean – I couldn't believe it with my own eyes."
"Let's get you out of here." Cameron said gathering his bag, after House had a chance to change. "We'll pick up Chinese on the way home." A nurse opened the door - wheelchair in tow. House shook his head. "No way – I don't use wheelchairs. I don't care what anyone says." Cameron put his bag back on the bed. The nurse folded his arms – not moving. House tried to walk out, but couldn't. Cameron had taken his cane – poking him in the shoulder. Seeing he was out numbered – House stepped into the chair.
Cameron put her hand on his shoulder. House reached up to cover hers. Without a spoken word, House and Cameron reached a new level in their relationship. He knew that they couldn't go back and he didn't want to.