Okay, here comes a little twist to the story, but it'll bring House and Cam closer. This is what I had in mind from day one – ok, day three – but I think it's good. Hope you enjoy and thanks, everyone, for your awesome posts…I am really glad you are liking it. Steph

CHAPTER EIGHT

A week had passed since Cameron stayed the day with House after he'd emptied a bottle of Scotch on his own. Debra was getting out of the hospital the next day, and House was relieved that she was doing better. He'd felt bad for not being there for her as much as he wanted, but it was a little uncomfortable for him to talk with her, especially after what happened with Jerry. He was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing, but of course he knew that was a lame excuse.

He actually wanted the time alone to think about his feelings concerning Cameron. And decide what to do, and to say, to her.

But between House and Cameron, nothing had happened between them, beyond being chummy, but House definitely felt differently toward her, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He loved her being there, though. They talked a lot, fought over the remote and she made them something to eat, although he had to carry the plates into the kitchen for her. He actually ate all of it, and he was completely famished. But, with Cameron being there with him, that gave him the incentive to want to eat and get healthy and back to work, so he could be there for her.

They had their quiet moments, of course, either from talking too much, or just a needed silence between them. It was by no means uncomfortable for either of them.

And after they ate dinner, this time House prepared it (okay, he heated the dishes in the microwave), Cameron fell asleep on his shoulder. And he didn't even wake her up. He'd actually fallen asleep too, their heads against the other, both under the same huge blanket, but their bodies didn't touch, just their heads.

It wasn't until the next day, early morning, when he woke up alone and discovered that Cameron had gone. She left without waking him up and saying goodbye. That pissed him off, really angered him. He felt abandoned, unloved, unwanted.

He got up to use the bathroom, pooped two vicodin and noticed a note taped on the mirror over the sink.

House, had dr's appt. Couldn't bare 2 wake u. Will b back noon. Will check on Debra 2 c wat time she's getting out 2morrow. Will pop n on Wilson 2 make sure he gets a room 4 her his hotel. Don't worry…Cam

House took a deep breath and was instantly relieved that she'd be coming come back. But he hated the 2 and c and stuff…so high school! But still, he couldn't help but smile.

When Cameron came back he had fallen asleep on the couch, and she again couldn't wake him up. She knew he needed sleep and let him be. She went into his bedroom and got into his bed, thinking until she fell asleep.

He's really going to hate me for leaving, but I'm not getting any good rest, and I won't be able to have a real relationship with him (if he still wants it) until I get out of this stupid cast! It'll work out, Allie, it'll work out.

Later that afternoon, after House had woken up and Cameron made him something to eat she told him she was going home. Her brother would be back for the weekend to be with her and she'd be fine. Again, House was livid.

He screamed at her that she was running away, 'just when I was getting used to you'… and every mean thing he could think of to say.

HOUSE MD HOUSE MD HOUSE MD

The next day, Wilson took Debra home a little after noon, with well wishes from Cuddy, Foreman and Chase. Since House had been home, they'd take turns visiting her since she had no family, other than House, and he didn't even bother to visit her.

But Wilson was there every day, several times a day. He'd bring her magazines, books, anything to keep her mind off her worries. He even brought her a Wendy's frosty, which she devoured in two minutes, swore to Wilson she'd never tell anyone so he wouldn't get in trouble then had to suffer through an incredible headache from drinking it too fast.

And, one day the week before, he'd gone clothes shopping for her. He sneaked around and found out what size she wore. He then bought her two pair of loose fitting pants, one step away from sweats, several sweaters, two long night shirts, slippers, socks, but left the underwear and bra for Cuddy to get.

Wilson had grown quite attached to Debra over the past several weeks but never let his feelings show. He did it all as a favor for his best friend, and he wouldn't jeopardize their friendship in such a calculated, cold manner.

He was grateful his room was an adjoining room, and it became available the day before. He did it solely for the purpose of being within hearing range in case she needed help. Or, did he?

But that first night was very difficult for her. After Wilson surprised her with the new clothes, and blushed with the under-clothes, she'd hung them up and sat on the bed, thanking Wilson up and down for the clothes.

"I can't believe you did that!" Debra fussed. She had already changed into one outfit that morning.

Wilson shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. "Ah, it's a favor for…oh…"

"Don't worry, Jim." She called him Jim. She just hated using formal names with people. "I know Greg asked you to keep an eye on me. And I appreciate it, really, especially for that scar you'll have."

It was Wilson's turn to blush but he tried to hide his face, unsuccessfully.

"Well, I'm really tired and need to rest a bit. Want to order a pizza later?" she asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"Ok, but NO anchovies!"

Wilson laughed. "No problem there."

They stared at each other silently, waiting for the other to say something. The tension in the room was a bit thick between them, but neither one of them had a clue about how the other felt.

"Ok, well," she said.

Debra stood and pulled back the covers on the bed, though when she lay down she was on top of them. Wilson turned and walked through the doors, and just as he was about to close the door she called out for him. He stopped and turned.

"Can you keep the door open, please?"

"I don't want the t.v. to bother you," he said.

"Oh, don't worry. I took a pain pill before I left the hospital and trust me, I won't hear a thing."

Wilson nodded and smiled, albeit a bit uncomfortably. "Ok, sleep well."

"Thanks…see you later."

As he walked through the door he berated himself for sounding like such a fool.

But back in Debra's room, she thought the complete opposite. She thought he was sweet. But there was no way she'd jeopardize the relationship with her and House. Not family, they wouldn't do that. Moments later she was asleep.

As Wilson sat on his bed and watched the 4:00 news, he thought he heard whimpering in the other room. He picked up the remote and pushed the 'mute' button. Sure enough, it was Debra and she was whimpering in her sleep.

He got up and stood at the door between the rooms and watched her. Her head was tossing back and forth and her hands were jerking wildly, her feet kicked at the covers at her feet, which were dangling over the foot of the bed.

He noticed sweat glistening from her forehead and slowly and carefully approached her bed, softly calling her name so as not to startle her from her nightmare.

"…Greg…Jer…no!" she whined.

Wilson finally sat down on the bed next to her and shook her from her shoulders. She continued to cry out and tears fell from her eyes before her eyes flew open and she tried to focus on Wilson.

"Debra…shhh, it's okay. It was just…" he started to say but she started to cry even harder and clutched at him.

He had no choice but to hold her and let her cry. She was inconsolable for over five minutes. After about another five minutes he thought she was done, but she sobbed again. Wilson started to rock her back and forth and run his fingers over her hair to comfort her.

It was only minutes later that she finally calmed down enough to take occasional sniffs and tried to stop the afer-cry-hiccups. She finally broke herself away from him and wiped her nose on her sleeve, then realized what she'd done.

"Oh…I'm sorry, Jim…these were new…you bought…"

"Debra, don't worry about that. They can be washed," he said tenderly.

She looked at his shoulder, the one she'd been crying on and seemed to start to cry again.

"Snawt…shirt…I…sorry."

Wilson reassured her that it was fine, that his shirt could be washed, too. Debra suddenly broke out in a laugh-cry, which Wilson found quite endearing. He knew she'd be fine.

"Why don't you lie back down. You only slept two hours," he said.

"No…I can't now…not after…when is Greg coming? Is he mad at me?" she asked, going from one subject to another.

"No, of course not," he answered. He really had no clue why he never did. "Make a deal with you. You go back to sleep for at least four hours, and I'll call him tonight and ask him to come over tomorrow. How's that?"

She suddenly hiccupped and broke out in a full laugh. "Oh, god, I'm a mess," she said, wiping her face of her tears and wiping them on the sheets of the bed. "Fine, deal."

She lay back down and closed her eyes and surprisingly to Wilson, was asleep in two seconds. He smiled lovingly at her…the kicked himself for doing it.

Behave yourself, James!

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Okay, I have to get the rest of this chapter out of my head tonight, so I'll finish it before I go to bed. Don't go to bed yourselves until you read it! lol Thanks