A/N: sorry about the lack of updates. The section in BOLD is a dream sequence. Enjoy!

Once he was sure Cameron was asleep Wilson turned and left the room in order to seek out House. He looked in all of his usual haunts including coma guy's room, the roof and the balcony outside of his office but couldn't find him. Eventually he became desperate and went to see if he was in the clinic. Wilson couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that House was signed in. He took note of which exam room House was in and made his way over. He knocked on the door and entered and wasn't surprised by the fact that House wasn't with a patient. He was simply lying on the examination table, doing nothing. He wasn't fiddling with his cane or playing his Game Boy or listening to his iPod he was simply just laying there.

"House?" Wilson said in a tentative voice as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. House gave no indication that he had heard him so Wilson continued "she's asleep. We had to give her more morphine; she's in a lot of pain. She said she'd like to see you – "

He's cut off by a scoffing laugh. Without turning to look at him House replied "I don't see why. She doesn't even know who I am."

Wilson cannot help but hear the tone of both bitterness and hurt in his friend's voice. He takes a step forward and says in a gentle tone "she doesn't know who any of us are House."

At this news House turns his head to look at his friend and Wilson is taken aback at the sheer anguish and torment he sees in House's cerulean blue eyes. He looks pointedly at Wilson, as if to indicate that he should go on.
"We don't know yet whether it's long term or not. We are going to schedule her for a CT scan when she can stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time. We obviously can't give her an MRI because of the pins in her leg but..."

He trailed off as he watched House move painfully off the examination table, swallowing two Vicodin as he did and head towards the door. Wilson frowned slightly before following, stating bluntly "there is no point going to see her now House, she's asleep!"

Without stopping or turning around House simply replied "exactly" and carried on making his way to Cameron's room whilst Wilson just stood there, seeing no point in either following or trying to stop him.

When House arrived at Cameron's room he was grateful to find it blissfully free of people. Not wanting to wake her up he entered quietly and sat down in the chair next to her bed. Gently picking up her uninjured hand he says in a soft voice "I never did understand why you like me Cameron. Heh, I guess liked is the more appropriate tense, considering you don't remember me. I'm not sure which is the more painful thought: the fact that you don't remember that I'm an old, crippled, drug addicted, narcissistic bastard...or the fact that it won't be long before you find out." He sighs sadly and lifts Cameron's hand, kissing it softly before whispering "I'm not worthy of your love Cameron. I never was. And I never will be." He tenderly placed her hand back on the bed and left as quietly as he entered, not seeing the lone tear that trickled down Cameron's cheek.

Cameron entered the conference room, wringing her hands and looking slightly guilty. Foreman was sat reading a newspaper but put it down when he saw he enter. She stands in front of him and says "I don't own House's cases. You had just as much right as I did to write it up. You should have told me, but, I should have handled it better too. If we want this not to get in the way of our friendship, I think we both have to apologise and put it behind us." She looks at Foreman expectantly. Foreman sighs slightly and replies "I like you. Really. We have a good time working together. But ten years from now, we're not going to be hanging out and having dinners. Maybe we'll exchange Christmas cards, say hi, give a hug if we're at the same convention. We're not friends. We're colleagues. And I don't have anything to apologize for." Cameron just stares at him in shock.

When Cameron awoke a few hours later she immediately buzzed for a nurse, trying to ignore the feelings of disappointment at not seeing the crippled doctor by her bedside. A nurse quickly entered and Cameron said "I'd like a piece of paper and a pen please." Foreman's words were still fresh in her mind and she wanted to write them down before she forgot them. The nurse looked slightly perturbed but left, swiftly returning with the aforementioned items. Cameron gave a slight nod in thanks and the nurse left, leaving Cameron in peace. With her good hand she awkwardly scrawled the words down and for a while she simply sat and looked at them, rereading them over and over, trying to work out why they sounded so familiar to her. It was only after she had read them for the twelfth time did something in her mind seem to click. Everything leading up to those words being spoken, what she wore that day, even the patients name and what they had been diagnosed with, she remembered it all. Which meant she remembered who Foreman was. This realisation made her frown. When Foreman had been in her room earlier he had acted concerned in a way a friend would, much more than a colleague. She couldn't help but feel extremely confused, especially since she still did not have any recollection of any of the others that had been stood in her room earlier. She sighed sadly. All that thinking was causing her already aching head to pound and so she closed her eyes and drifted back off to sleep.

A/N: I don't actually think it's possible for this to happen but this is my fanfic so, meh, it will go how I want it to go haha. Please review!