Cameron wasn't sure when the realization had dawned on her, but as she watched House talk to an unconscious Wilson she knew exactly why House had never been interested in her. She didn't notice that Chase and Foreman had come to stand along side her.

"House in scrubs. Now that is a sight I thought I'd never see." Foreman couldn't believe how human House was acting. He hadn't been able to spout off one sarcastic remark since Wilson had been rushed to the ER last night; and House hadn't left Wilson's side since they'd arrived.

"He still hasn't gone home at all. Cuddy's been bringing him food just so she can make sure he's eating anything at all." Chase put a hand on Cameron's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting it drop back to his side. He wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what she needed to hear. It had grown extremely apparent that House and Wilson were more than just friends, and Cameron could be a tad self centered when it came to her love life.

"Has he spoken to anyone? Other than Wilson, I mean?" What Cameron had really wanted to ask was if anyone else knew about House and Wilson, but she didn't want to seem cold hearted. She watched both Foreman and Chase shake their heads.

"I don't think I'd know what to say to him. I mean, it's House." Chase ran a hand through his blond hair and continued to worry. House had been there for him and he wanted to be there for House, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Most people wanted to be comforted, but this was House, and House usually wanted to be left alone.

"I still can't believe he tried to commit suicide." Foreman turned away from an obviously broken House. "I mean, it's Wilson."

"Don't you three have a patient that you should be working on?" Cuddy was getting tired of breaking up the onlookers. She still hadn't figured out who people came to spy on more, House or Wilson.

"The patient was released an hour ago." Cameron could see the worry lines around Cuddy's eyes. She wasn't running on much sleep. The ER had probably called her when Wilson was admitted. It wasn't very often that they admitted one of their own, especially under the circumstances of Wilson's stay.

"Then you three can split up Wilson's appointments and fill in your time with clinic duty. I'm sure if it was any of you three in there you'd want some privacy." She stood for a moment, and when no one had moved she added, "Now go." Reluctantly, but without another word the trio walked away. Cuddy watched them turn the corner down the hall and then steeled herself to go in and talk with House. She knocked on the door frame, but House didn't look up. She took a chair next to him. "House, you need to go home and get some rest."

"I'm fine." He stared at Wilson's face. He looked like he was asleep, but House knew it for what it was; a coma he might never wake up from. "I want to be here when he wakes up."

"You need a good night's sleep in your own bed." It was not lost on Cuddy that House had said "when" and not "if."

"Stop coddling me. I know what I need. I need to be here for Wilson." Because I wasn't there for him when he needed me. He looked from Wilson to Cuddy. He wanted to make his point clear. "I have to be here, Cuddy."

Cuddy nodded her consent to defeat. She wasn't sure why this meant so much to House, but he truly cared for Wilson, and she wouldn't have sent a loved one of any other patient away. "I'll make sure the nurses bring you something to eat." She walked to the door, but stopped before leaving. When she looked back, House's hands were no longer in his lap, but clasped gently around one of Wilson's hands.

House sighed when Cuddy finally left. Truth was, that he was so tired he no longer felt it. He just knew he had to be here when Wilson woke up.....If. If Wilson woke up. House knew the odds were against him. But Wilson had to wake up. He needed Wilson. House leaned in close to Wilson's ear to whisper to him. "Please wake up, Wilson. You can't die on me like this. There's something I have to tell you." Wilson wasn't supposed to die before him. House was supposed to be the one hell bent on destroying his life. House rubbed his thumb idly over Wilson's pale hand as he prayed for Wilson to wake up.