The moment shattered as House and Cuddy rushed after Cameron down the hallway. They entered the patient's room, which was now filled with nurses and other hospital staff crowding around the patient and the numerous machines around the room.

"Dr. Cameron," called one of the nurses, "her heart is beating again. We got it started again soon after you left to tell Dr. House."

"Do you have any idea what could have caused it?" asked Cuddy.

"Well, I was in the lab reviewing some of her tests when my beeper went off. It seems like she is undergoing stress from all the different medications we have been giving her. We have to stabilize her as soon as we can. I don't know how much longer her heart can possibly last..." Cameron looked down at the young girl lying helpless and nearly lifeless on the bed.

"The heart is a very complicated thing," chimed in one of the nurses, "and despite its amazing abilities, it can be very fragile. Sometimes we can damage it unintentionally in the process of trying to fix something else. We can never be too careful... One must always keep constant watch over the heart and give it what it needs."

Chase sat on his couch, crying. He couldn't believe what was going on. Before when he had said to Foreman... He wasn't serious... but now, after what he had heard. After what he had heard going on in Wilson's office.

"How could this happen to me," thought Chase, "I'm sick of this life... I just want to scream!"

And all of this, just as he wanted to start something with Cameron. He hadn't ever been able to stop thinking about their night together, and he had always assumed Cameron felt the same way. He was so used to being able to have any woman he desired, he didn't understand why Cameron resisted him... and for what? Wilson? He felt so betrayed.

The patient seemed more stable but Cameron knew that time was running out. She felt upset. She felt like somehow it was her fault. She had been so preoccupied with Wilson that her work was suffering. A 17 year old girl was on death's doorstep and all she could think of was Wilson. She was in the lab, alone. She was afraid to go home. She wanted to do something productive instead of sitting at home and worrying that the phone would ring. She stared at the results of the latest test. It felt so hopeless. None of it made sense. The case didn't make sense and neither did her feelings. She sighed. Maybe some more coffee could do the trick.

When she got to the meeting room the coffee pot was empty. she started to busy herself with making some more. Her thoughts wandered. She fiddled with the coffee maker, frustrated. What was she going to do? As she was scooping some coffee into the pot her arm slipped and the pot fell to the ground and shattered. She looked at the shards, tears in her eyes. Her heart felt like it was shattered too.

Cuddy was in bed. She felt that she might actually be able to sleep tonight. She felt excited. What had House wanted to say to her? If only they hadn't been interrupted. If only she had gotten to hear him say the words she longed to hear! But she was confident that he meant to say them. Soon enough, those words would be said and all would be well. Everything would be perfect! She felt excited but also at peace. She wrapped her arms around her pillow, pretending for a second that it was House. She longed to hold him close like this. She nuzzled her cheek against it. After a moment she realized how silly it was and she laughed at herself. "What is wrong with me? am I out of my mind?" She laughed at herself and gave a contented sigh. Everything was going to work out. Soon enough it might be House in her arms instead of a silly pillow. She fell asleep hugging the pillow with a smile on her lips.