Ok so this is my first fanfic every... Please review, give any critisim or comments you can to help me write better ones in the future... This one is most likely not gonna have any more chapters to it unless people really think I should continue it... OK so it takes place kind of as an alternate scene in "Lucky Thirteen"... ok so here it goes, fingers crossed :)
Hopeless
She tried to sit as still as she could. She needed the dizzyness and pounding to stop. She gave up caring long ago. The brunnette lifelessly laid on the exam table with one of the sleves of her tight gray turtle neck, rolled up enough for the IV to peirce her arm. She knew it probably wouldn't have hurt so much if she hadn't missed the first three times she had tried to insert the needle, but the constent reminder on her actions last night, aka her raging hangover, made her accuracy difficult.
Footsteps outside the door. Crap. She remembered that she never locked the door, but havng no energy to attempt to lock it now, Thirteen just braced herself for whichever nurse happened to walk in on her. The door nob turned, and irritating light crepted into the dark room as the door swung half open, reveiling the familiar hot blonde. Shit. It's Cameron.
"Are you kidding me? You come into the ER at god knows what time in the morning, with a stranger who's name you don't even have the faintest idea of, and now your lying on an exam table with an IV drip in your arm." She paused waiting for a response, but when none came she continued, "What do you think would have happened if it was House who walked in here and found you? What about Cuddy?" Cameron stood before Thirteen with both hands on her hips and a mixed look of sympathy and disappaintment across her face. "Do you even care what happens to your life any more?"
After both women silently pondered the proposed question, thirteen hoarsly responded, "Why should I? And why does it seem that you do?"
The remark threw the blonde slightly. She wasn't sure why she had cared so much when she had walked in on Thirteen lying on the table helplessly. "I-I-I just..."
The brunnette shamefully turned her head away from the door. "Please just leave. I don't need anyones help, certainly not yours." With that thirteen once again closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on not falling to peices. She had been so deep in thought, she hadn't even heard the blonde lock the door and move closer.
"I don't want to leave you here, not when I can obviously see your in pain." She gave Thirteen a small half smile when she opened her bloodshot eyes to look up at the blonde. Both of the women knew she hadn't been talking about the hangover. Cameron pulled a stool up to the table and sat down next to Thirteen silently. For minutes niether of them said anything, just the comfort of having someone in the room was enough for the brunnette to gain enough strength to voice what had been burning in her mind for years.
"I don't want to die."
She said nothing more, more it was enough to let Cameron understand all her fears. It was enough for her to understand the reckless sex and drugs. The blonde ER doctor brushed the brunnette hair out of Thirteen's eyes. Cameron began to move her mouth to say something, however no words came out. Instead she found herself being drawn closer to the lips of the brunnette, and without protest Thirteen reached her free hand up and around Cameron's neck, bringing her in even closer.
