It was a little after eight when Cameron decided to leave for the night. She had intended to walk straight out to her car, but instead found herself at Wilson's room. House was curled up on a chair that he had pulled up next to Wilson's bed. His feet were propped up near Wilson's and his stubble was starting to look more like a beard.
"Are you just going to stand in the doorway all night?" House spoke without looking up.
House's voice caused Cameron to jump. "I thought you were sleeping." She set her bag down by the door and pulled a chair up to sit by House. "Have you been home at all since he was admitted?"
"He doesn't like to be alone." Resigning himself to another sleepless night, he set his feet back on the floor and stretched his stiff legs. He had felt guilty every time he had wanted to pop a vicodin to dull the pain, but he could no longer resist the burning pain in his right leg. He pulled out the bottle and popped two pills into his mouth.
"You could have just told me why you weren't interested in me. I would have understood." Cameron was pleased with the little smirk her comment pulled out of House.
"Now where's the fun in that?" His retort sounded lame even to himself, but he didn't have the energy to expend on thinking up witty comebacks. House sighed. "I never told Him. Why would I have told you?" He could feel her eyes trying to bore a hole into him. He knew what assumptions she was making before she said them and he hated to admit that she was right.
"Is that why you haven't left his side in almost three days?" She was tempted to hug him and tell him that it would be alright, but she would swear that she heard House growl at her.
"I told you, he doesn't like to be alone." He knew Cameron wouldn't leave until she was satisfied, but he wasn't ready to admit to her that he was scared of losing Wilson. "I don't want him to wake up alone."
Cameron didn't say anything about Wilson's odds of waking up. House was acting human. House was caring about something other than himself for once and she wouldn't have been surprised to see frogs falling from the sky outside. "I'll stay with him You go home and get some rest. I can spend the night here with him. I'll call you if he wakes up."
House thought of a million different arguments, but instead of voicing them he just nodded his head. He stood, leaning heavily on his cane and limped to the doorway, but stopped to look back at Cameron before he left. "You won't leave him?"
"I promise." She smiled as House turned and left. She could see how badly his leg was hurting him. Somehow, House actually caring didn't seem to be the victory she had always hoped it would be.
Cameron hadn't been watching over Wilson for more than ten minutes when Foreman knocked on the door frame. "House finally go home?" He could see that she had been crying.
"Just for the night. I told him I'd sit with Wilson in case he woke up." She watched Foreman cross the dark room and take the seat House had recently vacated. "He's always been so strong before. I don't know what happened."
Foreman nodded briefly. "House or Wilson?"
"Both."