"Hey."

Cameron slowly lifted her head up, blinking. The harsh morning sunlight streamed through the open curtains of the room, straight onto her previously asleep face.

"Have you been here all night?"

She turned her head to look at the other person in the room. "...Doctor Wilson?" She rubbed her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing things in her groggy state.

"I... saw you through the window. Thought you could use a pick-me-up." He held out a mug of freshly poured coffee.

She took the mug with a nod of thanks, holding it in her lap.

"Hasn't woken up yet?"

She shook her head.

"And let me guess, you've been checking everything obsessively, and he's completely fine."

"If you wanted to be House, you could've just called him in."

Wilson sighed, sitting down beside her. "He'll be up soon."

Cameron shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee. It was hot, the liquid warming her up from the inside as it made its way down.

"If you want me to go, I can-" Wilson said, starting to stand up.

"No," Cameron said, holding out a hand. "Stay. Please."

The oncologist nodded, sitting back down.

She took a deep breath, looking away. "I don't what to say to him."

"You say that like there's a right answer," he said with a small laugh. "Just... tell him how you feel."

Cameron sighed, head bowed low. "When I went home yesterday... I thought I wanted to be alone, that I wanted to move on and... well, forget that I had ever forgotten anything."

Wilson raised his eyebrows, leaning forward slightly.

"I know. I know that isn't possible, but I was tired of... pretending. Maybe I was rushing back into things because I wanted to be the person everyone remembered. I- I know I shouldn't have broken it off, but I should have taken things slower. She looked up at him, eyes shining. "I... I kissed him. I thought- I thought it meant that I loved him, but... I don't even think I really know."

Wilson shook his head. "You can't force yourself to love somebody."

She looked into the coffee, watching the little ripples on the surface of the steaming brown liquid. "What if he needs me to?"

"Chase... is grown up. He can handle himself."

Cameron scoffed. "That's easy for you to say. Your life hasn't been splintered apart."

Wilson looked out the window, mouth twisted to the side. "I've been through three divorces. Does that fit the criteria?"

She looked back into the coffee, nodding somewhat guiltily. "I just... need to know."

Wilson tapped his foot on the ground. "Well, think about it this way. If this... incident... occurred at the time point you last remembered, and you hadn't actually forgotten anything, would you still be here?"

Cameron looked up at the bed, debating this in her head. Would she? If she and Chase had never been together... if there wasn't a baby, would she have spent the night by his side? She thought back to the last few days again, about the time they had spent together. Truth be told, she would. She nodded, slowly.

Wilson stood up, smoothing down his lab coat. "There's your answer."

It was another few hours before he first opened his eyes. She saw him look around, confused, before his gaze landed on her.

"I... I was wrong."

His hand went up instinctively to pull the breathing mask off, but she shook her head quickly.

"I saw... I saw your shirt in the closet, and I remembered," she said, breath quickening. "I remembered how I felt, I remembered being with you, I-" she choked up, eyes watering. "Can we- can we just start over?"

He blinked a few times before reaching for the mask again, brows furrowed. He took a deep breath before speaking. "You're saying this... right after you broke up with me yesterday."

Well, now that he said it out loud, it sounded idiotic. She laughed nervously, a welled up tear escaping an eye. "Maybe?" Oh God, he hated her, didn't he? She'd screwed everything up permanently this time. She would have to leave the hospital, start a new life. She was short of planning where she would have to move away to when he sighed, shrugging in resignation.

"Is the date offer still valid?"

The tears were definitely freely streaming down now. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, his lips meeting hers somewhere in the middle.

After a moment they parted, and she looked into the pale blue of his eyes, wondering about their first date. And their last date, for that matter. She hoped it wouldn't be like their last date. "Maybe... we should go to a different restaurant this time?"

The smile spread across his face, and he leaned back in contentment. "Sounds great."

She squeezed his hand, and they held each other's gaze for a long moment, feeling completely at peace. They would be okay, she decided, leaning into his shoulder. They would be okay.