Cuddy was in her office; she was frustrated that she didn’t know what was going on, she sat trying to continue her everyday duties whilst Wilson did the MRI on House. She sat up when she heard Wilson enter with the scans in his hand.

“Tell me, is it bad?” Wilson stood opposite her, as he handed her the images. “It doesn’t look permanent. Just some small legions to his retinal area, no long-term damage to that or his brain; visual and cognitive areas are functioning.”

Cuddy smiled, “Thank God.” Wilson smiled with her, Cuddy handed him back the images, “I will keep him in for another night.” Cuddy spoke with a sense of relief, and exhaled releasing all her woes within that long breath.

“Do you want me to take him home?” Wilson knew what her answer would be, but wanted her to come to that realisation herself.
“No, I can take him back.” Wilson nodded, before he left. Cuddy didn’t think of anything else she could do, but tell House the good news.
*

House’s head moved slightly when he heard the doors of ICU open. Cuddy approached slowly, her heels resonating within House’s mind, the smell of strawberries making him smile slightly.
“I have good news.” House noticed the uplifting tone in her voice, “You’re standing there naked.” When he heard her laugh softly, he relaxed. “Your results came in clean, it’s nothing permanent; your sight should come back in a few days.” House’s eyes were bound with gauze, to protect them from further damage. Cuddy grasped the fingers of his right hand, which is when he clutched his fingers around hers also.
“I want to keep you in over night, then I’ll take you home.” Cuddy smiled, she felt no wall between the two of them, either it was the waiting game she had played with him over the past few days, or they were connecting on an emotional level.
“What about Wilson?” Cuddy tensed up, which House could feel in her fingers. “He offered to, but he has patients. The truth is that I wanted to be here for you this time.” House knew her voice was genuine; and he rewarded that honesty with his hand expanding, and taking hold of her whole hand.
Cuddy began to walk away, releasing her grip on his hand, when House called her back. “Wait.” Cuddy stopped, and turned around. “What is it?” Cuddy’s voice was full of anticipation, for him to ask her to stay with him longer. “…Nothing.” He had lost his nerve, and she bowed her head and walked out. The sound of the ICU doors closing hit House hard.

*

House had spent his final night in ICU, and welcomed the footsteps of a man, a man he knew as Wilson. “Are you awake?” Wilson stood beside House, “So you finally left your dying patient’s to visit the crippled blind man.” House pulled himself up, so he was sitting. “You’re not blind forever, just for a day or two. I’m here to get you out of bed, and back home.”

“I thought you were to busy to help me get home?” Wilson held House’s arm, as he helped House sit on the edge of the bed. “Well, I am, but it’s the least I could do.” House didn’t want to give away his disappointment of not having Cuddy help him, but was happy that Wilson was here too. After House was changed, and ready to leave, Wilson sat him in the wheelchair, handing him his cane on his lap.

Wilson pulled up outside House’s apartment, and helped House into it, and sitting him on the sofa.
“Are you okay? If I go, you won’t fall over, although it would be fun to watch.” Wilson watched as House lay down on his sofa. “I need the peace and quiet.” House folded his arms as he tried to sleep. “You’re sure?” The silence from House indicated that House was, so Wilson left. He had patients in need of seeing him, and knew House could look after himself.

*

Time had passed, it was around six o’clock in the evening, and House was stirring just after his long sleep. He awoke to the sound of his door lock opening ever so softly. He moved his head, trying to catch another sound that would tell him what was going on.
“Who’s there?” His strong dominant low tone of voice would scare anyone away, but this silent cat kept on walking slowly towards him.
The first touch on his arm, gave House a slight chill; his hair on his arms pricked up. The touch carried on up his arm, and reached his neck, where it stopped.
“Who is this?” His voice was now lower, and more inviting. “Me.” The voice was Cuddy’s; House knew this and smiled slightly.
“What are you doing?” House asked with a sense of a flirtatious tone in his voice. “Checking your pulse. It’s faster than normal.” Cuddy’s voice was slightly more serious; House continued to smile. “What do you expect, you basically broke into my home and felt me up. I feel so used.” House felt the warm breath on his neck, as she laughed softly. “I made sure I finished early, so I could come and help you.” House was slightly puzzled. “Why?” Cuddy’s soft hands left his neck, as she sat on the coffee table. “I am your doctor House. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” House enjoyed the fact that she cared about him. “Would you like a drink or something?” Cuddy sounded sincere, as she stood back up. “Not really, more of the touching would be nice though.” Cuddy smirked, and made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of ginger tea.
“I’m only here as your doctor House.” House wasn’t too sure she truly believed that, as he noticed her voice was full of uncertainty…