A/N: So, I didn't proofread since I just want to keep my writing pace/updates up. I think this chap is alright. You tell me. And you guys are pretty vocal! LOL. But that's a very good thing!

And this chap is dedicated to a...ghostless ghost who inspired the ball incident. LOL.

Disclaimer: DOH

Thanks everybody for your input!

There's no mistaking the sound of fast wheels on these floors of linoleum. She turns her head from where she's been ordered to lie as he's wheeled in by Wilson.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

She'd feel better if it had been House who'd asked instead of Wilson

"What the hell were you doing out there in the rain!?"

House feels Wilson letting go of the handle bars and taking a step back. Chicken. "What the hell were you doing taking the stairs!?"

"I asked you," she sits up with extreme effort, "first."

"You're the pregnant one. That trumps bad leg." He wheels himself close to her, stopping by her thighs so he can look at her closely. "Vision fine? What's your BP? Did you faint? How's my kid? Still kicking?"

The audible gasp from the nurse doesn't phaze him. People would know eventually.

Cameron leans forward, quietly whispering. "You do know the whole hospital is going to know, now."

"I don't care. That means more baby gifts since everyone's scared of me." He motions behind her. "Give me that stethoscope."

She nearly does. She stops herself however, and looks down at his battered leg under the patient smock.

"Your leg! Let me see!"

"My leg's fine. You're the pregnant one who fell down the stairs."

"I tripped up two steps! As you can see, I'm fine. All I have," she brushes her bangs away, "is this cut on my forehead."

Even as she speaks, she braces herself off the bed and stands in front of him.

Rolling his eyes, he throws his hands up to stop her from getting closer. "You need to get the doctor--."

"I will! First, let me look at your leg, you damn crippled!"

"What did I do?"

House looks up from the article on Batboy teaming up with Bigfoot to where she's standing in front of the tv with the TiVo remote in her hand. "What do you mean, 'what did I do?'"

She frowns as she pushes the arrow button again, only to find a blank screen. "I set it to record 'Love Comes Softly' when it came on two days ago. It's not--. House!"

"What?"

Resting her right hand on her hip and the other pointing the remote at him, she draws out a breath. "You did not delete my movie."

"I would never do such a thing. It's got that babe from Grey's Anatomy."

"Then why isn't it on here?"

"You must not have done it right."

"I did it right." She turns back to the television.

"Obviously, not."

"I followed the directions word for word, House."

"Spanish was in the back. English in--. OW!!"

Hearing his yell, she turns quickly to find him covering his left eye. She jerks, dropping the remote on the floor as she hurries to where he's reclining on the chair.

"God, House! Are you okay? Let me see."

"You…hit me!"

"I didn't hit you." She fights with his other hand to gain access to his injury.

"You threw that damn ball right at me!"

"It's a nerf ball and I didn't think it would hit you! Let me get a look."

"No!" He moans painfully. " You aimed!"

"Did not!"

"How else would you hit me smack in the eye!?"

"Stop squirming you big baby."

His hands go to his jean pockets but he finds no Vicodin. Gruffly, "Where's my jacket?"

"Why?"

"I don't have my vicodin."

Cameron looks up to Wilson from where she's, examining House's leg under the bandages.

Already turning to leave, Wilson answers the silent question. "I'll go ask Chase. I'll be back."

"Is it bad?"

"Wrong leg pain."

She frowns, taping the bandage back down now that she's satisfied he's fine. Her gaze wanders to his right thigh and she sighs without looking at his face as she pulls her hands away from him.

"If the vicodin fell out of your jacket, I've…still got a vial in my locker."

It says a lot, and she knows it.

"Slippin' a little somethin' somethin' in with the pre-natals, Cameron?"

"I've got your spawn living inside of me, of course I am."

He takes inventory of her face. Her eyes are puffy, dark, tired. She's got a small band-aid above her left eyebrow that covers the small cut she'd received as she fell. Her lips, pursed, make him think it's an all too familiar habit because of the new lines surrounding her mouth. Her hands shift to her stomach, uncomfortable under his penetrating stare since it's been so long for her.

"What were you thinking, House?"

The voice is low, careful, and he leans back in his wheelchair as he looks away from her. It was the moment, he thinks. He'd forgotten in one space of time why he'd been riding on his motorcycle.

"You lied."

"We've established that already. You're stupid."

"Everyone knows that. At least I don't keep it a secret."

"Like you even could."

He rolls his eyes and begins to wheel himself away. He's been here too long in this almost friendly air with her. He doesn't want to be friendly. He hates her at this moment, at this space of time. He stops, though not for the lack of trying. Turning his head, he finds her hands on the guide bars, halting his escape.

"You can't blame me for what I did."

"Why the hell not?"

"You left me."

"I was in a coma!"

"After you left me!"

"Because you ruined my life and you've done it again!"

She's over seven months pregnant with his child. She's been hiding from him since he woke up. She's secretly dreamt about him finding out and wanting him to be with her again. She's tired of not being able to sleep right, tying her shoes, bending down for a fallen quarter.

She slaps him, her hand stinging in agony because he can never just stop.

A/N: So, Chase called Wilson who called Cameron about what happened. Cameron hurries to the hospital, is waiting for the elevators, decides to hell with it and begins to take the stairs. In her haste, she trips and the janitor hears her. Then, she was in the ER.