Disclaimer: This author makes no claim on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show /House/ (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of NBC/Universal, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The author is receiving no monetary benefit from her work and intends neither copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners.
Cameron sat on the edge of her bed, her knees to her chest. The day had been hell having to work, made worse by having to work with Chase. Between the comedown from the drugs and that she had tried to pretend that last night never happened, she'd wanted to crawl under a rock. She couldn't though. She'd had patience to watch over, and House to deal with.
Up until now, she couldn't believe that she'd done that. Perfect Cameron had taken drugs, had sex because Chase had happened to be at her door, and nicked his lip sometime that night. She'd been stupid and careless. She'd never been any of those things before, at least not in such a major way.
Her reasoning behind it was because she'd wanted to feel human. Something she wasn't allowed to be in her profession. Being human meant making mistakes and doing things on impulse. But doctors couldn't do that. One wrong mistake and suddenly a patient is dead. The fact that House's impulses were generally right amazed her. She'd never seen a doctor do that, nor known a doctor who'd chance it.
Giving a sigh, she rubbed her face in an attempt to clear her mind. She'd wanted to feel human for once. The only problem was that she regretted doing it in that way. She'd chosen the first thing that'd easily come along, and she shouldn't have. But the ultimate question in her mind was whether or not she'd be able to get over this mistake. She'd find out soon enough though.
