She opened the door and a smiling Chase stood on the other side of the threshold. In one hand he held a bottle of wine and in the other was a bag of assorted cheeses and crackers. She let him in and placed two glasses on the table and a tray for the cheese and crackers. They set up on the couch and she curled up with the glass of wine in her hand as he stretched out beside her.

"Thank you for coming over, I really appreciate it."

"Cameron, you know, anytime you need me, I don't care what time it is, I'll be here in a minute for you. Just cause we're not together anymore doesn't mean I stopped caring about you, stopped loving you," he said sincerely as he picked up her hand in his and gently ran his thumb over her bony fingers.

She blushed, "thank you."

He could tell she'd become a little bit uncomfortable with that last statement so he pretended to be interested in his surroundings. "I can't believe House bought this apartment for you."

She shot her gaze upwards towards him at the sound of his name, "Yeah."

"Sorry," he could tell he hit another nerve, "sore subject?"

She sighed, "he's kind of what I wanted to talk about."

"What did he do now?" his voice angered.

"He's been hanging out here lately," she said slowly and chose her words carefully, "we got into it this morning about me going back to work and the way he talked to me just reminded me of Christopher and-"

"You got scared?" he could tell where she was going.

"I know it sounds stupid and I know you're probably the last person who'd want to hear about me and House but I just needed to talk to someone I trust who knows me," she began to ramble on fast.

"Cameron- Cam, it's fine. You know you can come to me about anything. I know that what we had is over now. You know that I'd get back with you in a heartbeat but your heart has always been with him, there was never a question about that."

"I'm sorry-, Chase. My feelings for you were strong-"

"But they were stronger for him. It's fine, no need to be sorry. This isn't about us," he said in a caring manner she'd never really seen before. "So he scared you?"

"The tiniest thing can happen and it brings back a memory of a time when Christopher would-, you know. Just the way he talked to me this morning brought back a memory. I can't even look at him anymore."

"Despite the fact that House has hit me before, he'd never hurt you. I mean the guy ate a bullet for you, didn't he? I don't think he'd go through that pain if he wanted to hurt you. He's an ass, he's rude and abrasive but he does have a human side sometimes. I mean I've never seen it, but he did manage to keep Stacy all those years, right? And whatever that thing was with Cuddy. I'm sure they can vouch for his human side." he stifled a laugh when he talked about House having feelings and being human.

She drank a big gulp of wine and made sure to eat a little piece of cheese and a cracker with it. She knew how drinking on an empty stomach was never good for you. She took a long look at Chase. Sure, most of the time he acted like a teenage boy, but tonight she saw him in a different light.

"I'm sorry-" she started to say. The room became dizzy and the dim lights in the room seemed to overcome her. She felt her heart changing pace.

"Cameron?" Chase shot up and kneeled beside her.

"Chase-" She could hear him but she couldn't respond anymore. Her eyes closed and she collapsed off the couch.

House was getting putting various items from his desk into his backpack after a long day of avoiding people and playing doctor. As he swung his backpack over his shoulder he felt his cell vibrating in his coat pocket. Annoyed, he saw the caller ID was boy wonder.

"Just in time to buy me dinner!" House excitedly shouted into the phone.

"House, you need to get down to the ICU, now!" Wilson said hurriedly as if he were out of breath.

"What's wrong?" he could tell from the panic in Wilson's voice something was really wrong.

"House, just hurry!"

House could be fast when he wanted to be and in within minutes he was standing at Wilson's side. Cuddy and Chase were also there standing in a circle talking, all looking very distraught.

"What happened!" he shouted from down the hallway.

"Cameron had a heart attack," Wilson figured he should be the one to tell him.

"What?" he stopped in his tracks.

"Luckily, Dr. Chase was with her and able to perform CPR until the paramedics arrived-" Cuddy continued.

House didn't need to hear anymore. He walked to her room and stood in the doorway. Last time she had been in the hospital, he hadn't gotten past the threshold of the doorway to visit her. It was too painful to see her in that condition. And here she was again, just a few weeks later. Hooked up to IV's and machines monitoring her. He could tell this image of her was going to stay in his brain. He took a step forward. And another and finally he made it far enough in the room he was able to close the door behind him. For a moment he stood here, staring at her. Just staring. He paced back and forth realizing if he stood still he might pass out. His anger rose every time he glanced over at her. His grip on his cane became tighter every time. His palm was sweaty.

"I took a bullet for you-" he almost yelled at her. "I didn't want to bury you, so I took the bullet for you. I saved you from being murdered and you're still trying to kill yourself," he was breathing deeply, heavily, making a fist. "God, Cameron. I don't want to go to your funeral, what part of that don't you understand?" Though she was unconscious, he couldn't look at her, it hurt him too much. Pull it together, House. He swallowed hard. "You're not dying on me."