As I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blindingly bright, white light filling out filling whatever room I was in. There was a localised pain in both my chest and legs, and I could not move to try to reduce any of the pressure on them. My arms were so itchy, and as I tried to look at them, I found that I was unable to tip my head in either direction.
Slowly I began to make out dark shadows, moving around me and the hum of voices, which gradually became a lot clearer. The words were still indistinct though, but I managed to pick up on an Australian lilt in one of the voices; after thinking about it for a while, I managed to connect it to Chase, and then joined the other male voice to Foreman. The only other voices were female, so I eventually attributed them to the nurses. As I came to the conclusion that I was at the hospital, it became clear that something had happened; the thing was, I could not remember what. I had woken up and got ready for work, like any other day... I assumed I had driven in, but as to what had actually occurred, I had no idea. Scouring my mind for even the slightest clue proved to be pointless. Obviously a crash of sorts had happened, but anything else was not there. I hated not having control. Especially control over myself. At that point, I could really empathise with patients who were disorientated and could not remember anything – it just was not there.
I could feel the panic rising up through me, I needed to know why I was lying in hospital and was unable to move; and I needed to know right then. Someone behind me muttered something sounding like 'agitated...sedation'. trying t say no, had no effect, nothing I could do kept them away from me, or stopped them injecting into the IV tube in my arm; there was no way of shaking my head, speaking, or moving my arm. There was nothing I could do to stop the coldness coming. As I was swallowed into the blackness, I felt one last squeeze of my hand.
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Beep... Beep... Beep...
I woke up to the rhythmic sounds of the machines that surrounded me, which I was so used to hearing in my day-to-day life.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
There were people around me, interrupting the repetitive noise. The door opened and the talking grew quieter almost instantly; I thought that they may have left my room to tend to another patient.
Beep... Beep... Out.
That one word made me really fight the drugs and open my eyes; House had come to see me. I smiled at him and turned to look into his blue eyes. It hurt to twist to be at that angle, but I did not care – until he said otherwise, he was sparing some time to see how a colleague was. I attempted to say 'hi', but all that came out was a sort of hoarse growl. My throat was sore beyond belief; the only thing that came to mind was that I had been put on a ventilator at some point during my unconsciousness. I could feel my eyes trying to close again, but I fought it – my first visitor (that I knew of) was here, and I was not going to let that time pass without me awake. Again, I tried to talk, ask what had happened to me, but there was no improvement on my last attempt. House raised an eyebrow at me, in his deciphering way that he does, and then moved closer to me to sit on the edge of my bed.
'Well, I guess you want to know what put you through surgery and in here then. As far as we have been told, you were in your car and pulling out, when another car just drove into the driver's side. You suffered some broken ribs and your left knee was dislocated, along with a stress fracture along your tibia. But, as in most things, you couldn't leave it like that; so there was some internal bleeding in your abdomen, hence the surgery.'
I had been wrong. He was not just here to see how I was doing, but to mock me as well, as he usually did. He looked at me, studying for a second, before continuing.
'Cameron, you have to keep fighting – the team's worried about you. I mean, where would we be without your cute ass to look at? They need you Cam.'
There was silence as he rubbed his forehead, deep in thought, his eyes creased with indecision. Then he took my hand and murmured quietly, 'I need you.'
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Okaysies, first House fic – only seen most of season one, so please be kind!
So sorry I've had to re-upload – damn fic didn't copy to my USB properly, hence the bad 1st post!
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Woody2792x