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Wilson shook his head for the seemingly millionth time. He stared at Cameron's still form and his mind was racing back to the dream. It had all seemed so real...it had seemed like she was better and talking to him. That she was actually there with him. He pressed his hand onto his forehead and thought. House had told him that there was someway to get her out of the coma, but had not told him how. It was killing Wilson inside not knowing how when he could and things could go for the best.
"Don't worry, Cameron," he whispered. "I'll keep my promise to you...I won't worry to hard and bad about you."
Cuddy spun around when she heard somebody walk into her office. It was Foreman, and he seemed pleased in somehow and way.
"You locking yourself up in your office forever?" he asked with humor in his voice.
"No..." Cuddy looked down for a moment. "Is everything okay?"
Foreman couldn't help but smile. "Define 'okay' as being 'better'."
Cuddy was confused. "What are you talking about? How can things be better when Chase left, House is insane, and Cameron's in a coma that we can't figure out how to get her out of?"
"You'll be glad to know that Chase...well, he called and I was able to convince him to come back," Foreman shrugged. "Thought you'd just like to know," he added before turning and walking off. But before he could open the door, Cuddy stopped him.
"How'd you do it?"
Foreman smiled. "I have my ways."
Wilson wandered the halls alone, just letting his mind take it's own route. He was tired, tired of dealing with his thoughts and own issues, and just wanted time alone. Of course, he'd never really had those times before when everything was normal...so why change now? Maybe it was because he was beginning to feel restless...maybe it was because he was on the edge of jumping off his own cliff and falling harder than Chase had.
Either way, Wilson knew that he just needed to be alone...
Chase stepped inside Cuddy's office, almost saying that he missed the place. Maybe he did...okay, he really did. He missed being in the one place where he knew he was needed and he knew where he could help.
After two days of not being at PPTH, Chase had realized that he was letting the stress and tension get to him. He was becoming his father, the very man he'd vowed himself never to be like. The thoughts became actions and Chase decided upon coming back to work and leaving the past behind and the traces of his actions of being like Rowan behind him. This was the one place where the people he'd been close to needed him.
Cuddy said nothing. She only smiled at him and swallowed hard, keeping the tears inside, he guessed. "I--I'm going to stay," he told her. "You guys need me."
She nodded, then asked, "What--what made you come back?"
"Wilson's story," Chase said simply.
Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Wilson's story? What do you mean?"
Chase looked confused. "You didn't hear about the dream Wilson had before you came in and woke him up? Foreman told me all about it."
"No..I didn't," Cuddy shook her head. "Nothing about it."
Chase started to walk away, but then told her, "I'd ask him about it then...oh, and thanks for the second chance."
Cuddy only nodded and smiled.
Wilson leaned his forehead on the glass of House's room, just watching his friend sleep almost completely peacefully. His mind had ceased the racing and was now clam, but the pounding never went away.
It was only a moment later when Cuddy arrived and stood next to him, following his gaze. "I heard you had a dream," she said bluntly. "And it convinced Chase to come back."
Wilson looked sideways at her. "Chase is back?"
Cuddy nodded. "Foreman told him the story of your dream after you told him and he told Chase, which made Chase come back to work aside other matters."
Wilson didn't believe it...maybe things would get better after all. "That's--that's good."
"Wanna tell me about it?" Cuddy asked, not even looking his way.
"I can't."
"You told Foreman," she said. "Why am I any different?"
"I just can't," Wilson sighed.
Cuddy looked at him. "Want to tell me what's really wrong? Why you're so secretive all of a sudden and beside yourself?"
"It's just hard," Wilson huffed. "Okay?"
"Harder than dealing with your cancer patients and telling them they're going to die?" Cuddy asked, incredulous. "Why is this so different?"
"It's more personal!" Wilson snapped.
Cuddy looked taken aback, but still pressed on. She needed and wanted some answers. "Is it House, Cameron, or both of them?"
"Both."
She knew that she was going to get nowhere with the answers he was giving her. They stood together in silence, then Wilson said, "It's just so unbelievable. It's like a nightmare you can't get yourself out of. Like you can't wake up no matter how hard you try."
Cuddy only nodded.
Wilson continued, "I never thought that Cameron and House could be so vulnerable. Especially House." He paused and made a small smile. "It's just like a fantasy. That House could have his guard down so low."
"You promised Cameron something, didn't you?" Cuddy guessed.
There was silence again, and Wilson swallowed hard. Pulling himself away from the room, he wiped his left eye on his sleeve and said very sternly, "No. I didn't."
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