Title: Just Drinks

Chapter: 5

Pairings: House/Cameron

Spoilers: None

Chapter 5

Cameron had walked back into the hospital fully intending to go up and see him, she just couldn't get her legs to move in that direction. She didn't know if she could handle seeing him looking so broken. She made her way to the chapel and sat down on one of the hard wooden benches. Cameron could feel tears come to her eyes so she closed them quickly.

She was never a religous kind of girl but when the right situation called for it she would pray on every star if she had to. "I know I haven't always been your number one fan but I really...really need your help right now." she started. She took a deep breath and continued, "This man...House..Greg." she said finally. Somehow calling him House didn't seem right. "Greg means more to me than anyone has in a long time and...I can't lose someone like this again." she pleaded."So, i'm just begging you, please let him pull through this." she said as she folded her hands together and rested her elbows on the pew in front of her. "Please" she whispered. More tears fell down her cheeks but she couldn't help it. She needed to cry for him. She wanted to. This was her way of dealing with the pain.

Cameron's eyes caught sight of the cross hanging on the wall and sighed. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder and snapped her head in the direction, "Father" she said nervously.

The father of the chapel gave her a warm smile, "It seems Dr. House is always troubling you isn't it?" he stated. It wasn't really a question. Everyone in the hospital knew that Cameron had feelings for House. Even the priest.

Cameron turned her attention back to the cross on the wall, "Did god hear my prayer?" she asked, her voice quivering. She couldn't help but feel like a little girl again. Her voice must have sounded weak and broken.

Father Thomas looked at her slightly confused, "Why wouldn't he?" he asked in a caring voice.

Cameron let out a sigh, "I haven't exactly been his number one supporter." she admitted. Suddenly she felt ashamed for never beleving in god. May be if she had this wouldn't have happend. Maybe if she had just...woke up earlier none of this would have happend.

Father Thomas gave her a warm smile, "God doesn't judge when you feel the need to pray. He accepts it when you do and embraces it. And then guides you until you find your way again."

Cameron closed her eyes and then wiped at her eyes, "So he heared me?" she asked.

Father Thomas nodded, "Come." he said gently."Let's light a candle for him." he said as he got up and waited for Cameron to follow him.

Just Drinks Chapter 5

After talking with Father Thomas for a few minutes Cameron finally found her courage to go see him. This time she made it to his room. But once she was there she couldn't go in. He was lying there with a breathing tube down his throat. His skin looked a deathly pale and she couldn't handle it. She felt her breath catch in her throat for such an arrogant man he never looked so helpless. Just as she took one last breath and was ready to turn her back she heared a noise she wasn't ready to hear at that particular time. She felt as if her world had completley stopped. As if she was moving in slow motion. She looked up and saw Foreman, Chase and Wilson dash from the nurses station and make there way towards her.

She felt as they quickly brushed passed her and hurried into his room. Wilson charged the paddles quickly and both Chase and Foreman stared aimlessly at the machine. Cameron's mouth hung open ever so slightly as she had no choice but to watch.

"Come on, House!" Wilson said with a mixture of worry and determination. "Don't you give up." he said. "Not now. Not yet" he said pleadingly.

"No heart beat." Foreman said emotion gone from his voice. Wilson shook his head he wasn't about to give up on his friend.

"Charging." Wilson instructed once again. He pressed the paddles into his chest once more and breathed in deeply when he heared that god awful sound once again, "Damn it, House" he said under his breath. "Come on." he mummbled. "I'm not going to lose my friend do you hear me?" he asked as he glanced over at House. "Not like this."

Chase closed his eyes for a second as Wilson used the paddles once more. He walked around the bed and grabbed the paddles from Wilson, "Call it." he exhaled. Wilson looked up at Chase and sighed heavily before giving him the paddles. He knew it had to be done. He just didn't like the outcome.

Foreman looked up at the clock, "Time of death." he paused and looked at Wilson who was staring hoplessly at the ground. He couldn't let his best friend die. Not after everything House had been through. Not like this. Not by a car accident. And definatley not in his own hospital. "Time of death...8:20 a.m."

Wilson let out a painful sigh and looked up trying to stop the tears from flowing but caught sight of Cameron. Suddenly his pain didn't matter. Only hers did. Cameron looked from Wilson to Foreman to Chase, not wanting to believe it. Foreman gave her a saddended look and reached over once again as if in slow motion to turn off the machine.

Cameron watched as Foreman lifted up his hand to turn off the machine. Houses parents suddenly popped up into her head. She didn't want to make that phone call. And she knew they would leave that burden to her. She looked back up at Wilson and shook her head gently.

TBC...