Sitting in the wheelchair, he whistles haltingly, giving the illusion he's stopped to be weird. In reality, his arms are killing him and he's giving them a break. He gets especially loud as Gina looks down her glasses at him, a knowing look on her face. By then, he's saved by Wilson.
"Finally! How 'bout a push?"
"How 'bout a 'please?'"
"Don't make me tell Gina on you. Oh, G-Gina!"
"Okay, okay! Jeez. I wish Brenda were your nurse. She wouldn't care if I made you push yourself," he mutters, flashing the female a nurse an apologetic smile before pushing his friend down the hallway to the elevators.
"So, what have you and your gal p-pal been saying a-b-bout me?"
Wilson can't help but draw out his sigh and lean heavily on the guiding bars.
"The gal pal you're referring to would be?"
"Prego...Camero?"
"Ew, no, House. And she told you to quit asking questions."
"So you have been talking about me. And she asked me to quit talk-k-king to Chase."
"You are the center of the universe. And I'm pretty sure she'd like you to quit quizzing the staff. So would Cuddy, actually."
Wilson leans over to open his door and pushes House close to his desk before moving to sit down.
"Did you talk to the police?"
"I've never seen Foreman do a-a neural exam so fast." He frowns, not knowing he's feeling that scar in his eyebrow once again.
Lowering his pen, he forgets about his prescription pad for the moment. "Did you remember anything?"
"Some kid, barely 18, high from homemade T-Tina, that's meth-."
"I know what Tina is, House."
"Of course you do. I was standing outside a-at three in the morning in July when Tinak-kid came walking with his rabies infected m-mutt. Dog came to me, distracted me f-for a second, and Tinakid got the-the go o-on me. Got a little too freaked ou-out and figured he'd have to d-d-do me in for good. Hence the coma. My poor wittle cw-cwanium. Otherwise, boring."
"Is that what they told you?"
"That's what I know."
"What? What does...you don't...what?"
"Hey, you're stealing my stu-stuttering."
"Do you remember or not?"
He waits tentatively, fighting the urge to get up and pace around the room. The silence he meets on the other end of his desk from the wheelchaired man makes his heart begin to pound.
"I...,"House folds his hands together before looking point blank at Wilson. "I can't believe you kept it a secret from me this whole time."
His face remains solid, realization and reaction stunted for the moment because of shock. Finally, he regains some function.
"You're not mad?"
"I," he stretches that one letter word out, "don't know. I mean, I'm not ha-happy. You're supposed to be m-my friend, but then you keep this fr-from m-me when I wake up."
Wilson exhales and tilts his head just the slightest, his eyes squinting in the action.
"You should be mad."
"Really?" He begins to examine the odds and ends on Wilson's desk.
Elbows on the desk, he relaxes. "You don'tremember, do you?"
House holds up a key chain with a frog on it. "I do."
"No, if you did, you would've either, a) raised hell or b) gone back into the coma. Nice try, though."
They stare at each other again before House rolls his eyes.
"You're not any fun."
"So you've told me before. Hey!"
His hands may have lost some strength, but they're still quick. Barely missing Wilson's hands, he holds the picture, hidden under a Lupus book, close to his chest as Wilson stands.
"House!"
"What the hell?"
"House!"
He manages to grab the picture out of House's almost stiff fingers, though there really is no point to it now. He can only stare at House, who in return, can only stare at him.
"No...way."
"House-."
"Th-that's a s-sonogram."
"I thought it was a Rorschach test. Tricky doctors these days."
"Why do you have it?"
Wilson can't think of a reason that wouldn't look shady, and so he stumbles over his next words. "It w-was given to to m-me."
"Oh my God." House puts a hand over his eyes, dots connecting in his mind. "C-Camer-r-ron?!"
"No."
"Cameron?!"
"It's not like that, House."
He uncovers his eyes, not sure what to say for a brief minute, needing to digest this piece of news. Finally, he speaks into the tense quiet.
"You are not marrying her."
A/N: A few nights ago, after thinking about where to go with this story, it hit me like a stone hitting a windshield, that Hameron is over. It used to be the Hameron ship waging war against the Huddy ship...and now it's a Hameron life boat with one kid-sized paddle and a rotting spot in the middle of the floor, watching the Huddy's in the middle of the ocean.
I was so close to jumping out altogether. I thought about how up until the middle of the 3rd season, we had good Hameron moments...and then it just stopped. After watching "It's a Wonderful Lie," I still felt that way, except something had happened. I went to the dark side and am now not totally against Chameron. I know! I think Cameron could have a good thing with Chase...sigh...I know!
And then I read the latest article in the TV Guide, and when I read what HL said about how House feels about Cameron, I was slightly uplifted. So, I'm still hanging in here. Hopefully, all I need is to watch some season 1-2 moments and coast off those for a while. Anyways, I'm sorry to put all this here, but I need encouragement, I guess. I don't know right now. Anyways, thanks guys for all the reviews! It keeps my spirits up.