A/N: No, I don't own House or anything to do with them, but I am borrowing them for just little while.
Crash and Burn
He had notice little changes in her. The circles under her eyes were a little darker, her hair a little limper, her frame a little smaller. He blamed it on the ER. Pulling double shifts all the time had to be taking its toll on her. Throw in the fact that she had broken up with the wombat (he had heard through the hospital gossip) and he figured all the little changes were justified.
So here he was with his feet propped up on his desk, The Cure playing through his ear buds when Cuddy came frantically clicking into his office.
"Cuddles! To what do I owe this…" He began before getting cut off.
"House, its Cameron." She told him.
House was up out of his chair and heading to the ER quicker than Cuddy thought he was capable of.
Once he was in the ER his eyes immediately fell on his former Duckling, crouched in a corner knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was disheveled, her face pale, eyes reddened with tears flowing out of them. There was a nurse crouched next to her trying to snap her out of whatever had gotten her so upset. People were in a tizzy trying to get the sweet Dr. Cameron to tell them what was wrong. He pushed through the crowd, hitting a couple people with his cane and slowly lowered himself to the floor next to his Cameron. Yes, his Cameron. She was shaking hard, her breathing rapid.
"Cameron look at me." He pleaded with her. Her eyes darted back and forth like she was having trouble focusing. "Cameron! Come on, look at me."
Her eyes made their way to his.
"House" was all she managed to say to him.
His heart broke. The sound of his name came out of her mouth like a plea for help.
"Are you hurt?" He asked and she shook her head rapidly "no".
"Do you feel sick?" Her head nodded yes.
"Okay, let me check you out. Can you stand up?" She nodded yes.
House heaved himself up off the floor and reached his hand down to assist Cameron. She stood shaking for a moment before her knees buckled and House had to catch her awkwardly. He shuffled slowly and helped her onto a gurney and proceeded to examine her. First thing he noticed was her pulse. It as rapid, 120 resting heart rate. Next thing was she was sweaty and clammy. He was starting to put the pieces together in his head. She was lying with her eyes clenched shut, arms clutched around herself. "Are you nauseous?" He asked. She nodded yes.
"Are you able to sleep?" She shook her head no.
"Are you having panic attacks?"
At this her eyes shot open. Her eyes filled with tears.
"I want to go home." She whispered.