Wilson found House pacing the hallway outside the OR. He approached him cautiously, as he wasn't entirely sure what sort of state his friend would be in. "House?" He asked tentatively.

House stopped pacing and turned to look at his old friend and Wilson was a surprised to see how distressed his friend was – his normally bright cerulean eyes were now a dull grey, and had a heartbreaking look of sadness in them. House leaned heavily on his cane, a slight wince passing over his features causing him to reach into his pocket and pull out his Vicodin and quickly dry swallowing two. "What is it Jimmy?" He asked tiredly.

Wilson looked at the floor before looking back at his friend, trying to think of the best way to word what he had to tell House.

"Just spit it out!" House spat out impatiently.

Wilson's brown eyes met House's blue ones as he says slowly "if...if it gets so that Allison can no longer make her own decisions, you have to make them for her. She has named you as her medical proxy."

House just stared at his friend, a million thoughts running through his head at once. Almost as if reading House's thoughts, Wilson jumped in by telling him "it's obvious why she named you her medical proxy House. Not only does she trust you implicitly as a doctor, she loves you! Everyone knows it and she knows that you will make the right choice, should it come to that."

House seemed to accept his friend's explanation and he nods his head slightly. He looked up in nervous anticipation when he saw the door of the OR open and the surgeon emerge. He looked slightly puzzled to see House and Wilson there but he went to House anyway and began to tell him how the surgery went; "we managed to stop both the internal bleeding and the bleed on her brain, but the trauma to her head has caused her to slip into a coma and we don't know yet whether she has suffered any long term damage. We also had to insert a rod into her leg to repair the broken bone. Her wrist and leg have been casted and she will be heading down to the recovery room now. You will be able to go and see her shortly."

Wilson nodded his thanks and shook the surgeon's hand, whilst House just stood there, trying to take everything the surgeon had said in. He would not admit it to anyone but he was terrified. What if she didn't wake up from her coma? Was she in much pain? Questions just kept running through his head and he couldn't stop them. He needed to see her. He needed to see her for himself. Without saying a word he slowly limped past Wilson and headed down to the recovery room. Wilson just watched him go, knowing he had to do this by himself and silently hoping that some good would come out of this.

A/N: see? The chapters ARE getting longer! And don't worry, I won't keep Cameron in a coma for long
BTW, I have no medical knowledge, so no comments telling me that this is inaccurate, thank you _