Sorry for the lack of updates. I had a lot going on lately. I thought about this chapter a lot and it might be a little ooc but I just liked the idea. I hope you like it too.

It was 11a.m. when she entered the bar, 11.03a.m. when she had her first drink in hand and only 5 minutes later when she had her second standing on the wooden bar in front of her. It was about half an hour later when he entered the bar and she just finished her fifth drink.

She didn't need to look up to know who was standing next to her since she heard his cane touching the wooden floor heavily.

When he realized she wasn't going to acknowledge his presence, he sat down on the bar stool next to her, ordering a new round of drinks for the both of them after noticing her glass was empty.

As their drinks were placed in front of them, he picked up the glass and silently took a sip, placing it on the bar again afterwards, his left hand still around it.

"What are you doing here, House?" She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and she definitely wasn't in the mood to talk to House. She kept her eyes on her glass, never creating eye contact.

"The right question would be, what you are doing here," he answered, sarcasm flowing threw his voice, but not as harsh as it usually would while talking to others.

"That's none of your business," she retorted, still refusing to look at him.

"Oh my god, you even sound like her. Did she infect you?"

"Don't you dare make jokes about her when I'm around," she barked at him, anger evident in her eyes, now that she looked at him.

"Oh, so now you care?"

"God, what are you even talking about? Why shouldn't I care? I love her," she said, getting slightly confused by this conversation. The drinks were starting to numb her brain, thinking getting more and more complicated with every passing minute. She should have started with something easier than straight whiskey.

"Oh sorry, I forgot. Well then I'm probably hallucinating right now and not talking to you, because since you love her you are definitely at the hospital at the moment, waiting for Thirteen to come out of the OR and wake up, so that you two can have your happily ever after."

"If she will wake up," was all she answered even if it hurt a lot what he told her. She wanted to be there, she just couldn't, she had to get away from this. She couldn't watch her die because of her stupid stubbornness.

"You should know your girlfriend better than that," he said, trying to show the ignorance in his voice but there was smoothness in his tone that she never heard before.

She looked at him again with a doubting expression on her face.

"She's strong, you know? We won't get rid of her that easy, believe me," he said with big effort to get some sarcasm into his voice but instead letting out a desperate chuckle.

"House, she's risking her live just to walk again. I accept that she has to do this but I won't support it. I just can't. She can't ask me to watch her kill herself, she just can't," she told him, her voice almost giving out at the end.

She made another attempt to pick up her drink, but by now the numbness of the alcohol was being replaced with bitter hurt in her chest. Her hands shook as she firmly tried to grip the glass and it ended up spilling all over the bar. She choked on her own breath as tears threatened to fall over.

House awkwardly put his arms around her, just in case she fell off the barstool. "Ok, this makes us even for all the lesbian comments," he muttered. She swayed a bit and he hissed as he supported his weight on his bad leg along with Cameron's. Grabbing his cane, he swung her arm over his shoulders and flung a pair of twenties on the bar. Cameron had silent tears running down her face and House sighed.

"I'm not going to be able to carry you," he said.

"Just leave me alone. Please," she begged him, leaning her full weight on him.

"I could do that. But since I'm an ass, I won't. I have to support our favorite lesbians," he tried to joke, hiding the fact that his heart ached by the sight in front of him.

"This is not one of your damn jokes, House," she screamed at him, now struggling so he would have to let her go. He couldn't hold her anymore and she slightly fell backwards against her bar stool.

Almost violently he grabbed her wrist and forced her to look in his eyes. "No, it's not. But do you really want her to wake up without you holding her hand? You love her? Then you also have to go through the hard times. And now move. We have to get back."

Allison was shocked to say the least. She just looked at him not sure what to do or what to answer to this. It was almost as if he cared about her and even more it seemed like he cared about Remy. He refused to think about her not getting through this alive.

"Earth to Cameron," he shook her out of her thoughts. "What else will I have to say to get your little bony ass out of here?" He was growing impatient. He wasn't good at this. Normally he was the drunken one and not the other way round.

Again she did not say a word. Instead she took a step towards him clumsily and leeched onto his left arm so he could still use his cane with his right one.

Slowly they made their way to his car and while he drove in the direction of the hospital she kept looking out of the window. It wasn't a long ride since she walked to the bar but for House it would have been a long walk particularly with Cameron depending on him.

A few minutes later they arrived at the hospital parking lot, but the ER doctor didn't even realize that the car stopped. She was still staring out of the window, her vision blurred from the unshed tears in her eyes, not focusing on anything.

Noticing the lack of reaction on the blonde's side he exited the car, taking his cane from the back seat, walked around it and opened Cameron's door.

"Come on, Thirty-One is waiting for you," he said, offering his hand to her.

Eventually she looked up at him, pain written all over her face. His voice took her back to reality and made her realize where she was. She slowly unbuckled the seat belt and took House's hand to get out of the car.

Hesitating she looked up at him, hoping to find something in his eyes that would give her the courage to do this. He made an attempt to smile at her but his eyes didn't fool her. He knew the chance of Remy getting out of this alive and with the ability to walk again was really low. He knew this as good as she did but still something made her think that he was sure about this.

"Let's get this over with, little ex duckling. I can't even stand you anymore," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Again she clutched his left arm and let him lead her to the main entrance of the hospital. They entered the elevator and she saw him pressing the button to the floor where Remy's room was at.

She took his wrist and stopped him from pressing the button. "No," she said softly. "I want to be with her," she explained, pressing the button for the second floor where her lover was being operated.

That's it. Again I have to thank Vanamo for helping me out when I got stuck at the beginning of this chapter. I hope you liked it.