"Amyloidosis." Taub bluntly stated. "Impossible," Foreman quickly retorts, "Patient reports never traveling to any tropical climates, and Amyloidosis doesn't cause increased aggression."
"I'm telling you idiots, it drug abuse!" House bitterly said as he tosses Thirteen's pen high into the air.
"Brain tumor." Thirteen remarks as she catches her pen in the air before House could catch it. "Possible, if you guys hadn't already MRI'ed the patients thick, homeless skull twice now and—," House narcissistically continued as he childishly tried to snatch Thirteen's pen back. "Yes, yes, I know," Thirteen interrupted, "But if the tumor was hidden behind the calcified pineal gland and pressing against his cerebral cortex, it would explain all the symptoms." Thirteen continued.
"How would it explain the fluid in his chest and his shortness of breath?" Foreman inquired. Thirteen let out a single scoff in return. "We have been pumping him with drugs and steroids since he got here. He's only been getting worse ever since he's been admitted in the hospital, so whatever we are doing right now isn't helping him at all. It has to be a hidden brain tumor." Thirteen retorted.
All four doctors sitting at the table turned to look at House. He sat staring blankly out the glass walls of the diagnostics department. "Taub, Foreman, go check the alley where are patient was previously living before taking residents here, again. I hate to give up on a drug related diagnosis so quickly. Thirteen and Chase, go take the patient to get an MRI. Make sure to lie him face down this time." With that, all four doctors scurried off to fulfill the assignment they have been given.
Chase slid open the door to the patient's room to find it unoccupied, except for a single elderly man sleeping in the bed. "Go wake him up, will you? I'll get the contrast fluid ready." Chase spoke as he stepped to the counter on the opposite side of the room from the patient's bed. Thirteen gave a single nod and stepped to the right side of the bed, nearest to the patients face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Landings? You need to wake up so we can prep you for an MRI." Thirteen spoke softly. She waited a moment, no response. "Mr. Landings?" Thirteen repeated, in a firmer tone this time. She lightly shook the unconscious man's shoulder. Still gaining no response, Thirteen removed the flashlight she kept in her pocket and leaned closer to the patient's face to check if pupils were still responsive. Just as she was about to flick on her light, she felt a very intense pain come from her lower right hip. Her head snapped down to her hip to see that Mr. Landings had buried what seemed to be a pocket knife, hilt deep into her waist. She quickly motioned backwards to avoid any more harm, but her sudden movement spooked Mr. Landings more. In response, he swiftly dragged the small blade across her abdomen. His blade managed to cut through her shirt, making the ripped clothe outline her, now bleeding, gash across her stomach.
Chase's attention was drawn from filling a syringe with contrast fluid to the hyperventilating man in the bed and the now bloodied Thirteen who was stumbling to the glass wall. Chase promptly dropped his medical tools to the ground and quickly overpowered the knife out of the old man's hands. Thirteen, now clutching her abdomen in an attempt to slow the bleeding and mute some of the pain, slid open the door and yelled, "We need a neuroleptic and security in her, now!" Several nurses nodded and ran in separate directions. Thirteen looked back to see Chase now pinning the old man to the bed, while the old man bellowed questions and threats at him ranging from, "Who are you?" and "Where am I?" to "Get off me before I kill you!" Seconds later, a security guard and a nurse holding a syringe pushed past Thirteen.
"Hold him still!" Chase yelled at the security guard. The security guard nodded in return and strengthened his grip around the patient. Once the nurse felt confident that the man was still enough, she administered the neuroleptic and the patient drifted off into a deep sleep.
Thirteen, still in shock about the events that just unfolded, stand staring at the unconscious man in the bed until she realized, "He stabbed me!" She said in a tone of disbelief and annoyance rather than horror. Everyone's gaze snapped over to Thirteen. Chase and the nurse jogged over to treat her injuries.
"How deep did he cut you?" Chase asked as he help guide Thirteen out of the room and into a wheelchair he saw near the elevator earlier. The briskness in Chase's step was beginning to agitate her stomach. She looked down to look at her wound to see that the sleeve of her lab coat she had pressing against her wound was now completely soaked with blood. "He got me pretty good." Thirteen lately replied to Chase's question with a grimace of pain in her voice.
"Let's get you to the emergency room," Chase said as he sat Thirteen down in the wheelchair. Thirteen rolled her eyes. This was more than inconvenient. She hated it when she was the center of attention.
The elevator ride consisted of Thirteen glaring annoyed at the floors go by and Chase staring at Thirteen filled with concern. Both of them were very relieved when they heard the familiar ding and watched as the doors slid open, revealing the ground floor.
"Oh my god, did House do this?!" Cuddy ask as she put down the file she was reading a redirected her attention to the injured Thirteen. She walked next to Chase as he pushed Thirteen into the ER wing.
"Ha. I don't think all the Vicodin in the world could make him do this to someone. Well mayb—," Thirteen was interrupted by a sharp sting coming from her stomach. The gash showed no sign that it would cease bleeding soon. She let out a low hiss and allowed herself the hunch over a bit more in her chair, so that more of her wound was covered by her bloodied sleeve.
"Don't over exert yourself unnecessarily Doctor Hadley," Cuddy spoke as she watched Chase help her out of her chair and into an ER bed. "Page Doctor Cameron," She diverted her attention to a nurse that walked by. The nurse gave Cuddy a nod and left in search of Cameron.
At the mention of Cameron's name, Chase immediately became fidgety in his stance. "I'm going to go and update House on what just happened," he spoke in a much less confident tone than before. Cuddy nodded, acknowledging that he didn't need to be here and allowed him to leave. Seconds later, a pink scrubbed doctor appeared at the foot of Thirteen's bed. "What happened?" Cameron asked in shock. She quickly moved to gather some gauze and some iodine to disinfect her wound with.
"Yes Doctor Hadley, what happened?" Cuddy asked in a less shocked tone than Cameron. "Can I tell you in a bit?" Thirteen stated painfully as she tried to sit up. "This laceration is pretty painful." Cameron came up next to Thirteen's right side and helped her remove her lab jacket. The sleeve coated in blood was being especially difficult to remove. Cuddy nodded, "Of course, of course, I'm sorry, I was being insensitive." Thirteen responded with a weak chuckle as she watched Doctor Cuddy leave her bed side.
"I need to remove your shirt," Cameron said nonchalantly as she set down Thirteen's suspenders on the foot of her bed and closed the curtain around Thirteen's bed. "Arms up." Initially, Thirteen was shocked by the bold statement but made no motion to resist the blonde doctor. She lifted her arms up and Cameron gently removed her shirt, leaving Thirteen sitting in her bra and dress pants staring at a fully clothed Cameron. Thirteen stared intently at Cameron's eyes, which seemed to be everywhere on her body, except her face. Thirteen raised an eyebrow curiously.
"What do you think, do I need stitches?" Thirteen asked jokingly, well aware of what the answer was going to be. If Thirteen wasn't looking, she would have missed how Cameron jumped in her place slightly, startled by her sudden question. Cameron quickly regained her wits however.
"I think a better question would have been 'How many stitches am I going to need'," Cameron returned the joking tone. "Doesn't look like any of your intestine or bowel got nicked," Cameron continued to examine. "You're lucky Doctor Hadley, considering how deep the laceration is, you could be in a lot worse shape." Cameron explained and she finished disinfecting and wrapping a layer of gauze around Thirteens wound and motioned away from her bed. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab you a gown and some stitches. Thirteen visibly cringed.
"Would it be too much to ask you to run up to my locker and grab my extra shirt from out of there? The idea of being stuck in one of those gowns for more than three seconds is making my stomach more upset." Thirteen dead panned in the most sarcastic tone she could manage. She couldn't suppress a playful grin from coming on her face though.
Cameron grinned back playfully. "Well, I've been away from House's team too long to remember how to pick a lock." She responded, now grinning just like Thirteen. "And I'd hate for you to have to run around the hospital with just your bra on."
"I better not tell you the combination then, you need to get those lock picking skills back up to par." Thirteen jokingly replied. She was beginning motion to sit up until a crippling pain sent her lying back to her bed. "Uhg, perhaps I'll give you a break this time for the sake of time." Thirteen hissed under her breath. Cameron motioned to her side to make sure her wound was bleeding through the gauze. "28 - 6 – 17, locker 5." Thirteen said in a hushed tone. Cameron nodded. "I'll be back in a second." Cameron said as she briskly walked away from Thirteen.
"28 – 6 – 17, locker 5," Cameron repeated under her breath as she walked into the locker room. She stepped in front of locker number 5 and repeated "28…" she twisted the lock to 28, "6…" she repeated the motion. "17…" She firmly pulled down on the lock and gained access to Thirteen's locker. Upon opening the door, she noticed a few pictures on the backside of the locker door. One of Thirteen in front of a mountain. A picture of a family consisting of a little boy and girl, and a man and a woman. She assumed this was Thirteen's family judging by the how the little girl looked just like a mini Thirteen. The last picture was of Thirteen kissing the cheek of another woman in what seemed to be a club in the background.
"Interesting…" Cameron mused. She had heard rumors regarding to Thirteen's sexuality, but she never thought much about it because it never concerned her. Knowing that Thirteen was involved with someone, for some reason, left her feeling disappointed. Cameron stare for a bit longer at the photo.
Yeah, she's pretty, Cameron thought, She has beautiful skin, a toned, flat stomach, and those eyes, ugh, those eyes…. Cameron shook her head furiously. What the hell am I thinking about?! She just got stabbed! This is not the time! Neither is she the right gender, but maybe I'm okay with that? Wait no, stop! She scolded herself. She grabbed Thirteen's spare shirt, eyed Thirteen's picture one more time and shut the locker. On her way out of the locker room she stopped and spared a look in the mirror. To her disappointment, she was blushing. She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as she exited the locker room.
Understandably, when Cameron entered the curtain enclosed bedroom Thirteen was in, the wounded doctor was asleep. Cameron was relieved to see that Thirteen's wound hadn't bleed through her bandage. She exhaled deeply, shaking any nerves she had previously and firmly spoke, "Doctor Hadley, you need to wake up for me please." Cameron watched the groggy doctor fight off sleep. Cameron's heart fluttered when she saw Thirteen rub her eyes very childlike.
God, she's so cute… GOD WAIT! STOP IT! YOU NEED TO STITCH HER UP! She once again mentally chastised herself.
"Wow, what do you have me on, I barely feel my stomach." Thirteen mused. Cameron smiled and walked to read Thirteen charts. "Morphine." Cameron read aloud before setting the chart back down onto the bed.
"Heh, I feel great." She watched Cameron begin to thread a needle for stitching. "Well, let's see how great I feel after this." Thirteen sighed. Cameron let out a single chuckle, "I promise I'll be gentle." Thirteen wiggled her eyebrows ever so slightly. "Well, that's a relief, I would hate for you to break me." Thirteen's voice laced with innuendo. Cameron felt the top of his ears redden in reaction to Thirteen seductive tone.
Got cha. Thirteen thought to herself.
"Please lay back so I can start stitching you up." Cameron stated clearing her throat. Thirteen, well aware of the tension in the air, lie on her back, tucking her hands behind her head. Thirteen grinned at the reaction Cameron gave as she eyed her toned body. Unfortunately for Thirteen, it was very difficult to maintain the calm, sexy façade when Cameron began stitching.
"God! I thought you said you'd be gentle." Thirteen pouted through clenched teeth. Cameron pulled her a stitch through the wound and watch Thirteen's face grimace.
"Almost done. Come on hang in there." Cameron half encouraged, half patronized Thirteen as she finished the last couple stitches. "Annnnnnd…" Cameron said as she reached over for scissors to cut the stitching thread. With one final snip, Cameron quipped, "All done." Cameron returned the scissors to the side of Thirteen's bed and grabbed her shirt. "Here, go grab your things, I'm going to drive you home." She said as she tossed Thirteen her shirt.
"Wow. That escalated quickly." Both women perked up as they both heard a man's voice. "House!" Cameron chastised as she stepped in front of Thirteen to try to protect her modesty as the man pulled the curtain to the side. Thirteen pressed her shirt against her chest in an attempt to cover herself in front of here boss. House entered the once curtain enclosed area with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
"Now I've been sitting outside this curtain for a while now, listening to Thirteen beg and moan for you to be more gentle… And now I walk in here, Thirteen only in a bra and frazzled with you inviting yourself over to her house…" House leaned over and purposely stared at Thirteen. "Daddy's little girl is all grown up… And got with Daddy's older girl… I am soo OK with this." Both Thirteen and Cameron visibly rolled their eyes.
Cameron pushed House back slightly so that she could close the curtain again. "What are you doing here House?" Thirteen called to House who had not moved from the spot Cameron pushed him too. "I was just coming down to make sure you weren't dead," House mused. "Then I saw that you were handling things quite nicely here. I knew I should have brought a camera."
"I was just stitching her up." Cameron deadpans. "Stuff like that happens in the ER."
"Girl on girl action happens in the ER? I should come down here more often." House sarcastically retorts. "And you offer all your patients rides home?"
With Thirteen's shirt on, Cameron opens the curtains and faces House. "She has been pumped up with morphine for the last hour and I know she drove here. She and I are coworkers, so I thought that it is appropriate to offer her a ride home." Cameron thoroughly explains.
"You didn't offer, you order her. Hmm. I thought that Thirteen would have been on top…" House began to ramble.
"Whatever," Thirteen interrupted House's increasingly vulgar fantasy he was explaining. She turned to Cameron and continued. "I think I'll take you up on that ride home, I'm still feel pretty light headed whether it be from the drugs or blood loss, but first we got to go explain what happened to Cuddy. And maybe file a sexual harassment charge while we're there."
It was House's turn to roll his eyes this time. "I guess I can let you off early today," said House, "Seeing how you were right with the diagnosis and got girl on girl action… oh, and stabbed." Thirteen meekly nodded at House while she and Cameron slowly headed towards Cuddy's office. They both could feel House's uncomfortable gaze on them.
After a brief explanation in Cuddy's office, Cameron was now wheeling Thirteen out to her car in the upper parking lot. Noticing the effects of the morphine had lessened, Cameron and Thirteen both agreed that it'd be best to use a wheelchair because of the radiating abdominal pain.
"Thanks for the ride again Cameron, it is really helpful." Thirteen spoke as they approached Cameron's car.
"No problem." Cameron responded and opened up the passenger side door. Once Thirteen slid slowly into Cameron's car, Cameron closed the door behind her and pushed the wheelchair to the front of the parking space, being too lazy to return it. Thirteen let a slight smirk slip on her face at the juvenile action. Cameron entered the driver's side and promptly put her keys in the ignition.
"And I can't imagine you live to far away from here anyway." Cameron added, trying to keep the conversation going. Thirteen nodded in agreement and entered her address in the GPS. Upon sitting back in her seat, she chuckled, "You're going to have to forgive me, but I think a seatbelt is out of the question." Cameron smiled at the tone in her voice. "I'll forgive you this one time, but if we get a ticket, I'm sending it to you." Cameron replied. Thirteen gave her best puppy eyes at Cameron. "You would give a girl with a 6 inch gash in her stomach a ticket?" Thirteen whined. Cameron giggled slightly at her tone. "No you're right, but I'd definitely give it to House." The two laughed and continued small talk about the hospital the rest of the ride home.
The drive to Thirteen's apartment was brief as Cameron had suspected. She helped Thirteen get out and towards the building, it took every fiber of Cameron's nerve to not blush at the close contact she had with Thirteen. Once they have summited the staircase leading to Thirteen's apartment building, Thirteen used the door frame to support herself as she turned to talk to Cameron. "Thanks again for the ride." She spoke, "I might need a ride back to work when I feel better enough to go back to work."
"No problem!" Cameron all too eagerly responded. "Just give me a call and we can car pool to work whenever." Cameron quickly pulled out her small notepad she kept in her purse and jotted down her number on it. Thirteen accepted the gesture warmly. "Thanks. I'll text you in a bit with my number. I'll see you around Cameron." Thirteen spoke as she pushed through the door. Cameron waved walking down the steps of the building and hopped in her car. Shit, I think I do like her. Cameron thought as she set off towards her own apartment complex.
SO, what do you think? :D Saw that the Camteen fandom was depressingly small, so i decided to board this fandom and finally write and fanfic. I'll be writing more chapters here in the near future, so any constructive criticism is welcomed!