House tossed his ball in the air and caught it and tossed it up again and caught it. He repeated this for what seemed like an hour when in reality it'd been ten minutes. Wilson was passing by and stopped in his tracks when he saw his friend alone in his office with the back blinds drawn. He cautiously opened the door.

"Cuddy told me the good news. Cameron's back?" he sat in the seat across from House. "Were you not aware?" he asked when House remained silent. "Or you are aware and you don't agree with this?" House stopped tossing his ball in the air. "What did you do to Cameron?" Wilson suddenly panicked. "House!"

"I told her not to come back yet,"

"Why would you say that to her?"

"Am I the only one who looks at her? She's isn't better!" he said sternly.

"She's making progress, House. It takes time-"

"Progress? Go weigh her, Wilson! Guaranteed she weighs less than when we intervened. She doesn't have time." House stood up and walked out of the room leaving a confused and worried Wilson in the wake.

Cameron walked through the doors at PPTH and as she passed the clinic she saw Chase standing at the nurse's station reading through a file. She walked over to him and gently touched his arm.

"Cameron!" he wrapped his arms around her gently as if she were a piece of fine china you were afraid you were going to break. Chase hadn't seen Cameron since she'd been discharged from the hospital a week earlier.

"Hi, Chase," she spoke softly.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were on leave for another few weeks?"

"I am. Cuddy just let me come back and do some paperwork from my office so I don't fall behind,"

"Well I'm glad to have you back," he said genuinely. "Is everything alright?" he noticed the look of sadness in her eyes.

"You said if I ever needed to talk?"

"Of course, Cam. What's wrong?"

"No, not here. Maybe you could come over later and we could talk?" she asked timidly.

"Of course. I get off at 7. I'll swing by around 8?"

"Thanks, Chase. I'll text you my new address."

House stepped off the elevator and at the same time across the main lobby in the clinic, Cameron and Chase were engaging in a hug.

"It'd be so nice if Chase and Cameron got back together. He was good for her," Cuddy said walking towards him.

"You're an idiot," was all he responded.

"House!"

"You let her come back before she's ready. You're an idiot," he turned around and walked back into the elevator as the doors opened up.

He needed to get away. He couldn't leave the building now that Cuddy had seen him. He couldn't sleep in one of the exam rooms in the clinic because Chase was down there. He couldn't hole out in the ER because Cameron was in her office. He couldn't even watch soaps in coma guy's room because Wilson would easily find him. He found himself on the roof of the hospital. Leaning on the ledge he looked down at all the people going about their lives. He couldn't wrap his head around everyone living their lives as normal while Cameron was dying.

"You sounded upset on the phone," he heard a voice say from behind him. An all too familiar voice. "I figured it couldn't hurt to stop by."

"Stacy?" he turned to see her.

She wore her usual business suit with minimal makeup and straight, short hair. She walked with ease towards him in high heels on the uneven ground. She stopped next to him and leaned with her hip against the ledge, looking over at him.

"How'd you know where I was?"

"I didn't. I just know you."

"What are you doing here?" he turned back and looked towards the horizon.

"I told you. I wanted to see how you were. Just because we're not dating or having sex doesn't mean I don't care how you're doing," she said bluntly.

"I'm dandy."

"Greg, don't lie to me." He didn't answer, "It's about Cameron, isn't it?" He shut his eyes tightly when he heard her name."

"How's your husband?" he changed the subject swiftly.

"Stop deflecting!"

Before House could change the subject again, he was brought back to reality when his pager buzzed. In the midst of all the craziness, he'd forgotten he had a team and a case. He hobbled past Stacy and walked back into the hospital, leaving her on the roof alone.

In her office, Cameron sat at the computer inputting data and responded to days old emails. She'd been there a few hours and had already gone through three cups of black coffee. She could distantly hear the rumble of her stomach and as always, ignored it.

"Welcome back," a smiling Wilson greeted her standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Wilson, thanks," she smiled.

"I see you're already back in the swing of things,"

"Didn't take long," she chuckled.

"I was just heading over to the cafeteria, thought maybe I could buy you a salad or soup or something?" he asked gently.

She felt a lump in her throat. Her eyes darted around the room looking for some kind of excuse, any excuse as to why she couldn't go with him. She hoped her phone would ring or her pager would buzz, no such luck.

"Sounds good," she choked out.

Wilson picked up on her nervousness quickly. House was right. She shouldn't be here. Not yet. They made small talk as they made their way to the cafeteria. Wilson bought himself a grilled chicken ceaser salad and got Cameron a side salad at her request. She grabbed a water and he grabbed a coke. He didn't want to eat much more than her and make her feel uncomfortable. They found a quiet table in the back away from prying eyes, so she didn't feel like she had an audience. He started taking small bites of his salad as she pushed around the pieces of lettuce.

"Cameron," he put his hand gently on hers, "please. Just try eating what you can. I'm not going to get mad at you or be upset if you don't eat much."

"I'm sorry," she looked away. "I just don't know if I can do this."

"You're a grown woman, Cameron. I can't make you do anything you don't want to do but, I, as well as everyone else who cares about you, wants you to get better."

She didn't say another word. Instead she took a single piece of lettuce and brought it to her lips. She nibbled at it like a rabbit would until the small piece was gone. You can do this. Lettuce can't hurt you. You won't even gain weight from it. Just take another piece. He's looking, just try to eat it. He'll be happy if you just try! Wilson smiled inwardly as she began to eat the salad in small bites. He couldn't ask for more really, she was trying.

"Didn't expect to find you here, did you know you're in a cafeteria?" a cold voice arrived at the table and directed itself towards Cameron. "You, on the other hand, didn't tell me it was time for lunch!" House looked at Wilson and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

That's all it took for her to lose her appetite. House. She couldn't eat around him. She almost didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saving her, though technically he had already saved her life.

"Wilson, if you don't mind, I should get back to my office. I have a lot to finish up before I go home. I'll take the salad with me. Thanks for lunch," she smile apologetically.

She didn't even look over at House as she brushed past him and was out of sight in minutes. Wilson put his head in his hands as House sat down where Cameron had been minutes earlier.

"What are you doing? She was eating!" Wilson tried hard to keep from screaming.

"You really think all of a sudden she realized the error of her ways and decided she needed to eat to live? I don't think so."

"House!"

"Speaking of people screaming my name, Stacy came by."

"You had sex with Stacy?"

"What? No, how'd you get that out of that?"

"You said screaming your name-, no, nevermind. Stacy?"

"She wanted to 'see how I was'," he said holding up air quotes.

"And?"

"And nothing. She called me this morning and I kind of had to hang up on her and then she decided to stalk me at work."

"She called you this morning? Why did you hang up on her?"

"Cameron woke up," he said almost in a whisper.

"What? You were with Cameron last night?"

"Well she is living in my apartment!"

"You mean the apartment you boughtfor her?"

"It's still mine," he said possessively like a child not wanting to share.

"Wait, so Stacy called you and Cameron woke up so you hung up on Stacy?"

"Mhm," was all he said.

"Why didn't you want Cameron to know that Stacy called you?"

"She seemed so pleased when Stacy was going to be one of her lawyers a few weeks ago," he stated sarcastically.

"So is Cameron upset with you because Stacy called you this morning or because you told her not to come back to work yet?"

"She doesn't know that Stacy called me."

"What? House, trying to have a conversation with you sometimes is impossible to follow," Wilson said confused. House felt like he'd given Wilson enough information to put the pieces together, so without saying a word, he got up and walked off.