Disclaimer – I don't own House or any of the other characters.
Additional Disclaimer – I feel I should warn you that this is a very morbid story.
When A Good Person Dies
Cameron pulled her hand away from her forehead. It was covered with the wet, sticky sensation of blood.
She was trapped in her car, her leg pinned under the crushed dashboard. Her cellphone—it was in her purse and out of reach.
"How did I get here?" She'd been home with Chase only minutes ago. Then she remembered; the phone call. Her cellphone had rang, normally she wouldn't have answered at that time of night...But it was him. She had untangled herself from her sleeping fiancée and took the call in the bathroom.
"What is it, House?"
"I need a ride..."
She could have said no. She could've hung up right then and there and went back to her warm bed, curled up next to Chase and fallen asleep. But she didn't. Instead she flicked the bathroom light on and applied concealer to the dark circles under her eyes and combed her fingers threw her messy hair.
She had decided it was probably best not to wake Chase. He would have told her not to go. Those pleading blue eyes would reflect his jealousy, but they'd only remind her of someone else. He would say she was acting on unresolved feelings for House. The worst part was that no matter how many times she denied it...he would've been right. She'd only be gone a few minutes anyway, no need to drag him into this.
Cameron winced she felt around in the dark, trying to examine herself. She felt dizzy, then nauseous when her hands dipped into the pool of blood she'd been sitting in. It was gushing from her thigh. Panic overcame her and she pushed down on the wound, desperately trying to keep her blood in. Her head was spinning suddenly everything was getting darker and colder than it already was.
"Help!" She yelled, tasting blood in her mouth. In one desperate moment she realized she was going to die right here, right now. "Somebody..." She gurgled, starting to shake. "Help me!" She cried.
"This is all my fault." She thought wildly. If only she'd stayed home, not taken the call, for once said to House.
"Somebody, please..." And What about Chase? When would he even realize she was gone? Would he stay up all night driving up and down the streets calling her name? Who would tell him about her death?
The force she was exerting on her wound lessened and she couldn't feel it anymore anyway.
"Help...Somebody..." She called in vain, her cries diminishing into whispers.
"Please...Chase. Somebody...House."
"The worst part is," She thought miserably " that dying changes nothing." Her labored breathing stopped. The car became eerily still.
Hours later Chase's phone rang.
"Dr. Chase, this is Sheriff David Gaines. I'm afraid I have I have some terrible news..."
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