Remy slowly opened her eyes, blinking them a few times to demolish the fuzziness that had taken over while she was unconscious. Frantic patients and family members buzzed around her. A nervous knot in her stomach began to form as she watched them and she held her breath for a second, as if a patient were to die if she made any sudden movement. Where was she? That question was soon replied to as she spotted a familiar blonde-haired woman carefully pulling the last piece of glass from a man's rather thin arm. Remy had no clue Cameron had even seen her awake before she stepped away from her finished work and slowly headed towards her, clutching a clipboard to her chest.
"Dr. Hadley…" Cameron began more formally, but soon gave that idea up as she saw the pained look in the doctor's eyes, "Remy…" Her voice was hesitant when using her first name, and she spoke softly so she wouldn't alarm Remy. "Your plane crashed on the way to Thailand. You've got some broken ribs and a broken arm, and we've already taken three pieces of metal out of your leg."
Remy gaped at Cameron like she had three heads. The fact that this had actually happened to her was still sinking in. Sure, plenty of bad things had happened to her in her life. Her mother dying, the Huntington's test...but plane crashes were things that happened to random strangers on the news or unfortunate patients. Not her. Not a doctor linked to one of the world's most prestigious diagnostic teams. But Cameron wouldn't lie to her. Maybe she was just dreaming. Maybe she'd fallen asleep on her plane to Thailand and she'd wake up soon.
"Remy." Cameron's face was sympathetic, with a look as if she were speaking to a hurt child as she coaxed the younger doctor, "Do you remember what happened?"
The brunette wrinkled her forehead slightly and as she tried to remember something. Anything. Unfortunately, all she remembered was getting on the plane, surrounded by speaking passengers and hurried stewardesses…and then this.
"N-No," she mouthed silently.
Cameron nodded her head. Her intense look of sympathy made Remy want to sit up and hug her. She quickly dismissed the idea. She barely knew Cameron enough to have a thorough conversation with her, let alone hug her like she'd known her for years.
"Have you told House yet?" Remy asked curiously.
"No, it's been too busy. Plus, I'm sure you wouldn't want him and the team over here harassing about some patient they can't figure out." She explained, joking lightly, though when neither of them laughed, Cameron continued. "Do you want to call your father? He's your emergency contact."
When Remy glanced away, Cameron took the gesture as a 'no'.
"You should tell him," Cameron persuaded softly before she could hold herself back.
"I don't need to scare him for no reason. I'll be fine," Remy objected. The last thing she needed was to worry him. He'd been through enough; the same reason she hadn't told him about her bisexuality or her diagnosis.
"He deserves to know how his daughter -," she began, but trailed off automatically.
"He doesn't need to know. Not right now." Remy sighed.
"Do you think you can sit up…? I didn't get a chance to splint your arm yet." The blonde asked, ready to change the subject.
"Yeah," Remy replied softly.
Cameron gingerly helped Remy up in the bed, careful to avoid her bandaged leg from when they dislodged the metal that was stuck in it.
Carefully, Cameron began to splint her arm, her eyes focused intently on what she was doing.
Remy held back a slight smile. Cameron really did like her job.
"Thanks," Remy murmured as Cameron helped her back down onto the bed.
"No problem. Do you need anything else?" Cameron sat down on the edge of the bed.
"No. Don't you have other patients to take care of?" Remy asked, though she noticed the ER had calmed down quite a bit since she'd woken up.
"There are other doctors. I thought you might like some company," explained Cameron.
"You barely know me," Remy stipulated.
Cameron shrugged her shoulders slightly. "You've got to be confused - you have no idea what even happened before you went unconscious."
She was confused. Not only that, she was feeling a bit afraid, though she couldn't exactly tell why. Maybe it was waking up in the same place she'd tried to escape, or maybe it was the fact that she had no clue what had been going on before her plane crashed.
"Umm..." Remy began, trying to pull something together to say in thanks, "I'm tired…" Smooth.
"You can go to sleep. I'll probably still be around when you get up." Cameron was smiling softly.
Remy nodded and as she began to drift off, the confusion and fear of her accident slowly fading away for a few hours.