Chapter three

" er….mer…..eh…em" Faint mumbles left the mouth of Gregory House as his eyes finally opened for the first time in 3 days. He was happy to see the woman at the side of his bed, whether it was out of the sheer happiness of being alive or that she was there only time would tell. He felt a warm presence around his left hand, looking down he saw a petite hand with perfectly manicured nails and soft tainted skin…………………She was holding his hand?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Never the less he found he was enjoying the touch which seemed to send a warm tingle through his body.

"Ahh what?"

" Shhh, don't talk its ok, its all okay" he began to panic and looked around the room. It had finaly sunk in that he was in a hospital room, connected to heart monitors, in quite some pain and to top it all of his boss was sat at the side of him holding his hand!

He turned to the female with a look of sheer confusion on his face.

" Its okay House its okay. You were in an accident but everything is going to be fine" Cuddys was calming and brought the world back into the darkness as a shot of morphine hit his body

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He slipped into a distant dream, a place far away where his mind only went when it was very much at rest. He remembered the accident and the yellow school bus which hit him. The he dreamt about CUDDY?!?!?!?! Having her at his bedside when he had woken up brought a wake up call to his brain. Where had this come from all of a sudden, surely it should be Cameron at his bedside? Not that he is complaining at all as he starts to dream a pleasant little dream involving him, Cuddy and a clinic exam bed.

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The bright light coming through the slat in the blinds hitting Gregs pale and clammy face, woke him from his more then pleasant dream and dumped him into reality.

"hey" Cuddys tired yet cheerful voice rung through his muffled ears. His eyes came into focus onto the wavy brown locks sat on her shoulders, as much as he wanted to look at her fun bags he'd had more then enough of them in his dream.

"hi"

"how are you feeling?"

"tired, in pain, confused. What do I have?"

"well the accident caused a couple of broken ribs, some internal bleeding, strong concussion, cuts, bruises and a broken wrist"

"great" He turned over in his rough hospital bed so he could face Dr Cuddy. He was glad she was the one to wake up beside, but not quite in this way. But he couldn't help feeling a weird sense of de ja voo. Her face looked riddled with worry and guilt from the empty depths of her eyes.

"hey your looking into my eyes and not at my 'fun bags'!, I think I best check over the concussion and make sure there was not any other damage." The shock on her face was one of those picture perfect moments where you could so tell she had picked up sarcasm from the master.

"Hmm, havent I justed missed out on looking at those twins!"

She giggled lightly at his comment as a wave of relief washed over her,

House stared at Cuddy. Why was she there? He couldn't bare not being able to read her any longer.

"why have you stayed at my bedside for all this time? Guessing by your hair and makeup and say almost 4 days………impressive."

"I….erm……well…erm" she had no idea what to say, she couldn't tell him the truth could she? "well you're a lot less annoying when your knocked out." she said in true house style as she began to regain the control of her fluttering heart. "I was worried about you, we all were"

" its no big thing! Its not like I almost died apart from the internal bleeding, im shocked that you didn't make me complete my clinic hours still!"

They both giggled lightly both showing a small grin to each other and then quickly hid them away tension getting the better of them.

Silence filled the room which was conveniently broken by the sliding door of the room scrapping along its hinges. Wilson stepped slowly into the room cutting through the silence, leaving room to breathe.

"hey house how are you feeling?"

"just peachy Wilson, did you bring me a gift?…. No….Go away then."

"why yes im also fine, thanks for asking house"

Wilson chased away the silence in the air and began to fill house in on all the comings and goings of the hospital, and of course the latest revelations of his favourite soaps.

"I'll see you later house" Cuddy mumbled just above a whisper as she left the patient room which had become her second home over the past 3 days.