I rarely read House fan fictions so if this sounds like someone elses' work, please inform me.


The piece of paper lied in front of her. She read the diagnosis and the patients' name She read the medication that was to be given. She turned to the patient and saw that he was fast asleep.

Her vision turned blurry. She took off her glasses, placed them on the tray and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She placed her black rimmed glasses into her pockets with her hands in there and walked out of Ward 103.

Cameron felt sad. The sadness was enveloping her slowly, greater than the night before. Was it real or just her overly-active imagination? It sure felt real, like it was breaking her. But she felt okay. She wasn't depressed. She was sad.

As she sat on the couch in the waiting area she thought of last night. "I am what you want: Broken," Those words hit her hard. Cameron did not like that label, especially when it is given by House.

'What did it mean, anyway? That I am a fixer?' she thought. Her silence was full of thoughts. 'What is so wrong about wanting broken stuff?'Then she thought of her husband. Her eyes prickled.

Cameron got up and went home. She understood what House meant. She wanted broken things because she was broken.