Okay, here's a little I could type up for the night. There will only be one or two more chapters in the hospital then House goes home…and the fun stuff finally starts. I just don't' want to drag this on…as I feel that I am.

But, anyway, hope you enjoy. Steph

CHAPTER THREE

Mid-day the next day, House had just spent about an hour talking to Det. Ezzell. It was difficult for him to remember the exact order of what happened but he did the best he could. Cameron confirmed that he did tell the story right.

They had a restful night of sleep, though, but House was pissed when the nurse woke him up for some blood work at 6 a.m. and then breakfast came. Cameron didn't wake him up for Debra's heart replacement surgery. But, considering how good he felt, he couldn't be angry at Cameron.

But he could still be mean to her. When he was done eating as much as he could, or wanted, he kept several pieces of cantaloupe and a few good sized strawberries - for missals, that is.

He elevated the head of the bed, turned as much as he could before pain tore through his side, and chucked a strawberry at her head.

Nothing.

He grabbed a cantaloupe piece and threw that at her head.

Again, nothing.

The third strawberry he threw finally hit her right smack on the tip of her nose, and she woke up with a start. She started to rub her nose and House threw his head back down on the pillow and pretended he was asleep.

Cameron would have none of his childish games. So, she threw a strawberry at him, too, and it landed right on his neck. It stuck there for a second then slid down to his shoulder. House didn't move or bat an eye.

She threw another strawberry at him, and it went completely off target. It landed…yep, you guessed it, right on his manhood.

"Oww..geez, woman!" he shouted and grabbed the strawberry, acting as if it were a football or something.

Then he laughed. And Cameron laughed.

Later that morning, Dr. Thomlinson had come in to talk to House about Debra, and he was fairly optimistic about her recovery. The surgery had gone well, and so far her body was accepting the new heart. Of course, it would be weeks before they knew if it were a fully successful recovery.

He was told he could see Debra mid afternoon, and now that the detective was gone he was completely exhausted.

And he hadn't seen Wilson since the day before; he'd seen Cuddy but only said two words to her. He was still angry, but knew it was only time before he'd be able to forgive them.

His injury wasn't severe, but it took its' toll on his body. He got himself comfortable in the bed, but unfortunately couldn't lie on his side – for one, he couldn't sleep on his right leg, and two, it killed his side to put any type of pressure on it. All he could do was turn his head a look at Cameron in her bed.

"When are you going home?" he asked. His voice was soft but she could tell there was some level of disappointment in it.

"They said I can leave tomorrow. Cuddy has kept me in here longer than I should have been. She just wanted to make sure there were no hidden complications."

House just nodded his head. He remembered a smidgen of the repetitive dream he'd had and it was still in the back of his head. He wanted to ask Debra so badly; it never dawned on him that Cameron was there with them.

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"Deb…Debra! Wha're you sayin'?! I can't hear you!" House shouted, his words slurred with sleep.

"House, House, wake up! You're having a bad nightmare," a soft voice said as they gently shook his shoulder.

"Hu…wha…?" he mumbled, not opening his eyes yet.

"Are you okay? That was a bad one, huh? You're sweating," she said.

House finally forced his eyes open and he saw Cameron looking down at him, concern written on her face.

"Huh…oh, yeah, nightmare" was all he said.

Cameron grabbed a Kleenex from the tray and gently dried the sweat from his face.

"What time is it…and will you stop."

She didn't because she only has his chin to dry. The Kleenex was drenched with his sweat, and she was surprised at that.

"It's about 1:30, House," she said, throwing the Kleenex in the trash.

"Oh, I didn't sleep long, did I?" he said then his took in a deep breath through clenched teeth.

She looked at him confused. "No, House, it's 1:30 in the morning. You've slept almost 12 hours."

His eyebrows furled when he heard that; he was completely surprised.

"Oh."

"Do you need something for the pain?" she asked him as she shifted her weight.

"No, just you," he said softly, yawning.

She smiled at him and shook her head. "Oh, are you telling me I'm causing you pain?"

"Yes, I am."

"And why would you even say that?"

"Because," he said, his eyes closed but a smirk on his lips. "you're not in the bed with me."