Ok, guys! You all wanted a House/Cam so here it is!!! It is just so sugary sweet that I'll advise you all to grab a Kleenex for the tears.

THIS IS CONTINUED IN ANOTHER DOOR CLOSES!!!!!

THIRTY – ONE

House had just stood up and was going to get to Cameron and Debra when he heard the gunshot. He had been looking at Jerry; not the girls. When he turned to look everything happened in slow motion, making it hard for him to actually believe what he was seeing. Debra twisted her body to stand in front of Cameron to shield her from Jerry. She put her hands out in front of her then her body jerked back, crashing into Cameron and sending them both to the floor.

House couldn't move; he was paralyzed with dreaded fear. It was a difficult choice he had to make: rush to the girls or attack Jerry?

His quandary was answered when he heard glass shattering, though nothing caught his attention in the room as to what it was. He watched Jerry fall forward, grabbed his chest, and landed flat on his face, motionless. When he landed his gun went flying out of his hand and slid several feet from him.

Not really sure what happened, House rushed around the couch to the gun, carefully keeping his distance from Jerry in case he wasn't dead. With his left foot he pushed the gun farther away from Jerry and hurried to Debra and Cameron.

" Cam…Debra..are you two…" House started to say but what he saw shocked him.

Cameron had enough time to roll Debra off of her by the time House got to them. He could tell Cameron wasn't hurt but Debra was lying beside her on her side and barely conscious. He knelt down beside them but grimaced and cried out in pain from his ribs stabbing him.

"Cameron, are you alright?" he asked as he reached out to her, gently touching her forearm to reassure himself that she was actually fine.

Cameron looked up at House, her boss, and asked, "What the heII happened?? I wake up in your bed and…"

Cameron was talking, which in House's mind told him she was okay, so he then turned his attention to Debra. He carefully rolled her over on her back and gasped when he saw her white cotton t-shirt had a hole right above her heart, the edges covered with blood which was spreading throughout the shirt.

"Debra…Deb…can you hear me?" he said as he placed his hand over the wound with his left hand and shook her at the shoulder with the right.

"…arrg…are you…okay, Grg…" she asked as she looked up at him, but having trouble focusing her eyes.

House nodded his head but he couldn't hide the fear he felt for her under her condition. She forced a smile on her lips but then coughed. Her voice had sounded gurgled, as if there was blood in the back of her throat. House knew that wasn't good; there was too much bleeding around her heart.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded her head then her face contorted in pain, finally looking at him and smiling again. But that was Debra: always smiling regardless of the situation, whether easily handled or life or death.

"…Dunno…yuur the doc," Debra said then tried to laugh, which only resulted blood coming out from the back of her throat.

"Debra…calm down…where's the damned ambulance?!" House said angrily.

House looked around expecting the door to burst open any second but it didn't. He looked back at Cameron, and the expression on her face caught him off guard. Of all the times he could read her so clearly, and was right, this was one time that he couldn't. And it scared the shLt out of him.

"Grg…" Debra coughed again to clear her throat. "Do yosef a favor, huuuu?" she slurred.

House tried to hold back tears because he knew she wouldn't last much longer but a single tear fell from his eye anyway. Debra told him the favor but he hadn't heard a word of it. He tried to focus on her but she was becoming blurry; he suddenly felt extremely dizzy and nauseous and the pain at his side shot through his entire body. His head grew heavy and he couldn't keep it any longer and collapsed beside Debra.

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There were voices in the corner of the room that he couldn't quite grasp what they were saying. One had a deep voice while the other was higher pitched. His throat hurt, his head hurt, his side hurt and his leg hurt - he was an all-around hurting man.

He opened his eyes and saw Chase standing by Cameron, who was in a wheelchair with her right leg propped up, at the other end of the room. They hadn't noticed he'd woken up. He tried to say something but his throat felt parched and scratchy. It didn't feel to him that he had a breathing tube but he slowly brought his hand up to his neck and felt just underneath his Adam's apple. No tube.

He took as deep of a breath as he could and groaned as loud as he could. That got Chase and Cameron's attention. Cameron smiled at him as Chase pushed her to House's bedside.

"House…Greg..whatever…how are you feeling?" she asked nervously.

"Deb…" he started to say, his voice gravely.

Cameron interrupted him and asked Chase to get him a glass of water to clear his throat. When Chase handed it to him he nodded his head and took a small sip, then another, until it was half full. He threw his head back down on the pillow and looked at Cameron.

"Where's Debra?"

Neither one of them spoke. They didn't know what to say to him. They didn't think he could take it. Not now.

"House, you look well," Chase said.

"Cut the crap, will ya? Where's Debra?"

Cameron looked up at Chase and he nodded his head sympathetically to tell her it was okay to tell him.

"Damn, she didn't make it, did she?" House asked sadly and closed his eyes.

"No, House. She's in surgery," Cameron told him.

"Will…will she…" he asked, his eyes opened, sounding briefly hopeful that she would make it. "Can you go see how she's…"

"No, House, we won't. You need rest. The doctors are doing their best," Cameron told him.

"Cameron, I'll go. It's not a problem," Chase offered.

House nodded his head in gratitude and closed his eyes again. He heard the wheels from the chair Cameron was in then felt the bed shake. He turned his head and looked at her, a grin on his face that said, 'We made it, huh?'

"House?" Cameron asked.

He swallowed hard and answered.

"Cuddy told me about what happened to me and that I stayed with you and, um, you know," she said, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, I know. You wanted to sleep with me," he teased with a sly grin.

"No! That I'd remember," she said with a little laugh. She leaned forward in the chair and lowered the bed railing so she could rest her folded arms across it to be closer to him.

"What? You'd remember sleeping with me or you'd remember begging to sleep with me? Oh, wait, you've already done that second one," he teased.

"NO! About believing we were married. But I'd remember being with you, and we weren't," she answered seriously.

"Oh, really? Care to make a wager on that?"

"Um, sure. What?"

"You lose and we sleep together," House said.

"House! That's doesn't even make any sense."

"It does to me. But, seriously, you have to do something for me," he asked.

She asked what.

"Call me Greg…"

"No, no. I can't do that…you're my boss," she protested.

"Would you LET me finish?!"

"Fine, fine. Go ahead."

He yawned, closed his eyes and said, "…when we go out on our first real date," then took another deep yawn.

Cameron was shocked. She just knew he was messing with her. Besides, with all the drugs in his system he'd never remember saying that.

"Okay, well, yeah, we'll see," she said as she put her hand over his.

He grabbed her fingers and held them tightly.

"An…yes, Il remember asknn you oww," he said, and was soon asleep.

Again, Cameron was shocked – he actually read her mind.

Ok, Allie, get a grip on yourself, girl. There's a lot ahead for the both of us and you can't get yourself all built up over something that might not even be something.

Cameron carefully pulled her fingers free of his, and the warmth that was generated between them was gone, and she hated it. She watched him sleep and didn't want to leave. She put her hand back on his, squeezed his fingers, put her head on the bed beside his arm and closed her eyes.

"Ok, guys," Chase said as he came back from checking on Debra for House.

Before he could get any more information out he saw the two together, Cameron asleep next to a sleeping House. He actually smiled at the scene. He couldn't be mad at House, or Cameron. Not now. Not after all he'd done for her – saving her life and all. He'd just have to live with it, but it wouldn't be easy.

"Don't hurt her, House." Chase left the room with the two sleeping peacefully.

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THIS CONTINUES IN ANOTHER DOOR CLOSES...don't know if I'll continue from there.