They quickly arrived at PPTH and Cameron watched helplessly as they pushed him through the doors to the ER. She kept a close eye on him as they transferred him from the gurney to a bed and she winced when she saw one of the nurses be less than gentle with his bad leg. She became aware of a presence next to her and she glanced to her right to see who it was. It was Wilson, who was looking slightly pale. "Cameron is that...is that House?" he asked worriedly.
She nodded sadly "it is."
"He fell down a flight of stairs. I think his leg gave out on him."
"Is he going to be ok?"
"I think so, minor injuries from the looks of it. I think he hit his leg a few times on the way down though."
Wilson visibly grimaced "he's going to be in even more pain then."
Cameron nodded sadly, choosing not to tell him that it was her fault House was here in the first place. If she hadn't needed to feel that release, to see the blood, if she hadn't let Chase and Foreman's words get to her, he wouldn't be here. As she stood there, thinking of all the reasons she was to blame, she barely even noticed the ER doctor coming out and telling them they could see him now.
Cameron turned to Wilson and nodded for him to go ahead "go and see him James. He'll probably want to see a friendly face, even if he won't admit it."
Wilson smiled gratefully and went to see his friend as Cameron turned to the doctor and asked him "how bad?"
"He was lucky. No broken bones, just a small cut to the temple, no stitches needed, no concussion, a sprained wrist. The only thing I'm slightly concerned about is his leg."
Cameron felt faint as she looks at him "why? What's wrong?"
The doctor looks at her expression and laughs lightly "nothing that bad! He is just going to have some very bad bruising and a lot of pain for the next day or so."
Cameron gritted her teeth as she replied "he is in pain all the time anyway."
"I'm aware of that Dr Cameron. The reason I'm concerned is because he is enough of an ass as it is using his cane. He will need to be in a wheelchair for the next couple of days to give his leg time to recover from the bruising. He should spend as little time on his feet as possible."
Cameron nodded, trying hard to resist the urge to punch the doctor. She wanted to see House so she pushed through the doors and headed towards his bed. As she arrived Wilson got up to leave, making the excuse that he had a patient. He quickly left, leaving Cameron alone at House's bedside. His eyes were closed and she wasn't sure whether he was asleep or sedated so she gently entwined her fingers with his non bandaged hand. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to cry.
"Oh House, this is all my fault! If I hadn't been so selfish and stupid and pathetic you wouldn't be here! If I hadn't been so weak you would be ok!"
She hung her head as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. She jumped slightly as she felt a hand brush across her skin and she looked up to see House smiling weakly at her. "I don't blame you. It was my fault. I was rushing up the stairs to make sure you didn't do anything...I heard the conversation you, Chase and Foreman had in the lab..." he looked away from her as he continued "I thought that you would...that it wouldn't be your thighs this time...and the thought of losing you...I wouldn't be able to function if I lost you."
Cameron stared at him as his words sunk in. She lifted a hand to turn House's face towards her and she gazed at him intensely as she whispered "what are you trying to say House?"
He mumbles something unintelligible and Cameron slowly moves up the bed slightly and gently says to him "didn't quite catch that."
He rolls his eyes and says so she can hear "I said I lied. When you asked me if I liked you and I said no, I lied. I do like you. A lot. But it's hard for me after Stacey..." he trailed off, his hand automatically going to his thigh, the constant reminder of her betrayal.
She gently places her hand on top of his and whispers "I'm not Stacey," before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his, the kiss so tender and delicate and hesitant it brought tears to his eyes. He took his hand away from his thigh and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer.
When Wilson returned later with a wheelchair for House he was surprised to find Cameron curled up on the bed next to him, his arm around her small body. Cameron's eyes were closed and she appeared to be sleeping whereas House's eyes were open as he gazed down at the woman lying next to him. Wilson grinned, ecstatically happy for his friend, and he backed away slowly, not wanting to interrupt such a tender moment.
A/N: and there we go! I hope it wasn't too OOC and gushy, but most of this fic has been filled with angst and drama and so I just wanted a little bit of fluff at the end! A sequel could be a possibility, depending on what you lot want, so review and let me know!