A/N: happy birthday to house's – friends – are – mentalists! Here is a chapter for you!
Luckily for House, by the time he got in his car the roads had been cleared of snow and he was able to make his way to the hospital relatively quickly. He got to the hospital and swiftly got out of his car, making his way into the lobby faster than a man with a limp should be able to. He is met by Cuddy and Wilson, both of whom have grim looks on their faces.
"Where is she?" House demanded as soon as he saw them, not caring for pleasantries.
Wilson, who was the only one to know of House's true feelings for his female duckling, tried to placate him by saying "House! I need you to calm down, ok?"
House glared at him and growled "where is she Jimmy?"
Wilson looked helplessly at Cuddy before turning back to House and said in a quiet voice "she's in surgery House."
At his words the only thing that managed to keep House standing was his cane. He gripped it tighter in his hand, his eyes lowered to the floor as he asks in a monotone voice "her injuries?"
As much as he wanted to go to his friend and comfort him, Wilson knew the gesture would not be appreciated, so instead he kept his distance as he reels off Cameron's many injuries: "she has a broken leg, broken arm, fractured ribs, internal bleeding and some cuts and bruises. She was very lucky, had the other driver been going much faster..." he trailed off, not wanting to think about it.
House looked at his friend, his eyes narrowed. "What is it you're not telling me Jimmy?" He asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he tries not to cry.
Wilson sighs softly and moves closer to House before saying in the gentlest voice he could muster under the circumstances "she has a bleed on the brain House. We, we don't know yet how bad it is..." but he didn't get to finish his sentence. House had pushed past him and was limping quickly to the elevators, the pain in his thigh quickly being replaced by a more agonising pain in his heart.