Four days. Allison had been in a coma for four days and in those four days House had barely left her side. He had barely slept, barely ate and only showered when Wilson forcibly pushed him out of the room and down to the locker room. Even then House took as quick a shower as his bum leg would allow before rushing to return to Allison's bedside. Whilst there, he checked her vitals before sitting on a chair next to her bed, taking her delicate hand in his, and speaking to her softly. Wilson was worried about both Allison and House – he had never seen his friend act in such a way before and so he didn't want to imagine what it would do to House if Allison didn't come out of the coma.
It was on the fifth day that she began to come out of her coma. As usual, House was sat by her bedside, holding her hand and just looking at the contours of her beautiful face. He sighed sadly before standing up, wincing in pain as he did so. He popped two Vicodin and glanced at Allison's face when he noticed her brow was slightly furrowed. Trying to keep his excitement under control he asked in his usual gruff voice "Cameron, can you open your eyes?"
He waited with baited breath for her to respond to his command and when her eyes quickly flicked open he breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes did not remain open for long and House couldn't help but worry that she had fallen back into the coma, but upon checking her vitals as well as doing the Glasgow Coma Scale on her, he deduced that she was simply in a deep sleep.
He paged Wilson, Chase, Cuddy and Foreman to let them know what had happened and within minutes they were all in her room, checking her vitals to make sure House had not been mistaken. When it was concluded that she was in fact, out of her coma, they all seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief, Wilson in particular. House's out – of – character actions had him worried, but for the time being he kept his worries to himself.
The other doctors slowly began to leave the room to go back to their regular duties, leaving only Wilson and House. Wilson looked at House, concern written all over his face as he asks House softly "how you holding up?"
House looked at Wilson and gave him a weak smile before replying "I'm...ok. She's awake. She's going to be fine."
Wilson raised an eyebrow but decided not to say any more, as he did not want to put a damper on his friend's good mood, but he couldn't help but think about the neurological problems she may face when she woke up.
A/N: sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but I had some difficulties trying to decide whether to make House act OOC or not. Do you like it? Hate it? Let me know!