Disclaimer: I get tired of saying it but here it goes- I do not own House or anything House related. If I did, do you think I'd be writing stories? No, I'd have the real characters do my bidding…and there'd be way more angst!

Spoilers: No Reason.

Summary: One shot. My take on what happens after House gets out of surgery.

He found her standing outside House's hospital room, watching him through the glass. He was just out of surgery, and the huge dressing on his neck was clearly visible.

She didn't turn as Dr. James Wilson came to stand beside her. He spoke first.

"The surgery went well."

She still didn't look at him. "I know." Of course she did.

"He's going to be ok." But Wilson was trying to convince himself as well as her. They wouldn't know if House was really ok unless he woke up- until he woke up, he mentally corrected himself. They had to think positive.

She didn't reply, but sighed softly instead. And he remembered that Cameron had seem him get shot and hadn't been able to stop it. He was certain that she was feeling guilty.

"It's not your fault Cameron. You should go home and get some sleep."

She just shook her head stubbornly. Intellectually she knew that he wouldn't wake up for days, but for some reason she felt she had to be there. She just couldn't leave him.

He understood. "How about we go to the canteen instead, to get a coffee. You could probably use something to perk you up." She probably hadn't eaten since that morning.

She turned to face him then, and he saw the shining tears in her eyes. She reached out and squeezed his arm in gratitude. "Thanks, Dr. Wilson, but I think I'll stick around her for a while."

He nodded, he'd expected that response. "Well, at least go in and sit down. You can't stand here all night."

She shook her head. "He'll want his space."

And with a blinding flash it struck him. It was so obvious that he couldn't understand why he hadn't seen it before.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?"

She turned away from him to look at the sleeping man in the other room.

"I have it on very good authority that I'm incapable of love." She didn't sound bitter or angry, she just said it as if it were a fact.

Wilson chuckled lightly. How very House. "He's not always right you know."

"I know. But I hope in this case that he is." She answered softly. He was confused for a moment, and then realised that she was referring to his decision to try and remedy the problem with his leg by asking for ketamine.

As they stood there together, a companionable silence fell. Each of them watching the person who meant so much to them, and neither of them could imagine what would happen if he didn't wake up.

When James Wilson finally drove home that evening, he couldn't get the image of Allison Cameron out of his mind. He saw her there- standing outside his best friend's hospital room. Waiting. He fancied that she wasn't just waiting for him to wake up, and he marvelled at her patience. In his mind's eye he saw her: still watching over House, long after everyone else had gone.

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