A/N: Sorry about the crappy title...I couldn't come up with anything else.
"And it didn't suck..."
Cameron groaned as she laid her head against the medicine cabinet after throwing up into the toilet. She'd have to call in sick today...but she didn't know why. She didn't have a fever, so it wasn't the flu...she was just throwing up for no reason. She hadn't even had breakfast! She flushed the toilet and stumbled into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. She grabbed the phone and dialed the number.
"Cuddy? Hey, it's me, Allison...yeah. Hey, I'm really sorry, but I'm really sick and I need to stay home today. Yeah...me too. Thanks...I'll see you later. Bye."
She hung up the phone and curled into the fetal position on her bed, where her eyes flickered closed and she slept.
When she woke up, she was feeling great. Well rested, and basically very perky. She ran a comb through her thick brown hair and applied makeup just to make herself feel better before she turned the corner to the kitchen. She pondered for a moment before deciding that she wasn't hungry. So she reached into the fridge and poured herself a glass of bittersweet cranberry juice.
Millions of thoughts filled her head...What should I do for lunch? When's my dry-cleaning supposed to get back? Was it Tuesday? Or Wednesday? Urg, I can't remember anything anymore...my period should be coming any day now...
...in fact it should have come a few days ago.
And then it hit her.
Her eyes widened and her knees weakened. The glass of juice fell in almost slow-motion from her hand and shattered, splattering juice everywhere. She sunk into a chair, the light darkening before her eyes for a moment.
There had been that one night with Chase...that one wonderful, romantic night that she had needed desperately...but it hadn't really meant anything...did it? She was high off crystal-meth! She couldn't be pregnant! Married women get pregnant...women who want to get pregnant...who planned ahead. She closed her eyes and pondered the thought for a moment.
She could not be carrying Chase's child. She just couldn't.
With that thought, she grabbed her purse and hurried through the front door, not bothering to lock it behind her. She jumped into her car and drove off.
Oh, please be negative...oh God, I'll do anything if it's negative...anything...I'll always keep my house clean, and I'll be good to patients...I won't listen to House so much...I'll trust my own judgment and I'll stay healthier...I'll pay all my bills...and--
It took her a moment for her to realize she was praying.
She couldn't look at it anymore, but she couldn't pull her hazel eyes away from it. So she closed them. It would only be one color...red or blue.
Please be red...oh my God, please be red...
She realized her eyes had been clamped shut so tightly, that when her eyes finally opened, a cascade of hot tears streamed down her face. She unclenched her hands and winced when she saw that her newly-manicured nails had cut slits in her palms. Pricks of blood dribbled off her hands, and she wiped it off with tissue paper. Tossing the paper in the trash, her eyes fell onto the test.
Blue.
Cameron grabbed the test and held it up closer.
"No, no...no, no no," she muttered incoherently to herself. "No, it can't be blue...!"
It took her two more tests to prove to herself that it was truly positive. She sat down on the toilet and sobbed. She cried for what seemed like hours before there was a knock on the door. She looked up at the clock.
6:30.
She got up and brushed herself off. She tossed water in her eyes and hurried to the door after another resounding knock. With a final shake of her head, she opened the door. Chase stood in the doorway. He was holding a steaming foam cup of soup.
"I brought you some soup," said Chase, holding it out kindly. "Cuddy said you were sick."
"Did she tell you I was throwing up?" she asked softly. Chase's eyes widened.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said nervously. Cameron smiled and accepted the cup gratefully.
"It's okay, I'm not anymore. Thanks, Chase," she said softly. The smile was wiped off his face instantly.
"You've been crying," he said, his face molding into one of concern. He pushed through the doorway and stood to observe her better.
"What's the matter?" he asked. Cameron wiped under her eyes quickly and shook her head.
"It's nothing," she said quickly. "Just...err...it's nothing, really. Just stress..."
Chase gave her another scrutinizing look before shaking it off.
"Alright, then," he said. "Well, can I use your bathroom? Then I'll be off."
"Sure," said Cameron, setting the cup down on the table.
She remembered too late that there were three positive pregnancy tests in the trash can.
When Chase emerged, it took her a second to realize she had been holding her breath the whole time. He emerged content.
"Alright, then...I guess I'll be off then," he said with a wave. "Feel better!"
Cameron gave a small smile before sighing with relief as Chase shut the door behind him. She looked around the house, before her eyes rested on the spilled cranberry juice all over her kitchen floor.
Damn.