Disclaimer: The Characters from House M.D. aren't my property
The day had been hell, the whole week surreal. Monday had started like any other day until lunch when Cuddy cornered Foreman and Cameron while they were working in the clinic.
"Where's the rest of the team?" Cuddy had asked. That simple question started it all. She'd found them a case.
Chase was in the diagnostics office working on a crossword. House was completely invested in his game boy, on level 12 of Smash Brothers.
The case had turned out impossible. Until due to House's crazy thought process and Cameron getting the mother to confide in her they'd found the correct diagnosis. Too bad there had been no treatment.
The twelve year old boy, Elliott, who House seemed to identify with, would die. He had maybe week left.
Elliott was a smart kid with a photographic memory and a big mouth. House hadn't seen him at first. That changed when the boy kicked out Foreman and Chase insisting Dr. Cameron should be the doctor to treat him all the time.
House had gone in his room originally to badger the boy for thinking he was in charge. Instead the kid had accomplished what no other patient House had treated in the past two years was able. He'd made House care about him, made his case personal.
After the kid was sent home Chase and Foreman had each left, going wherever they tended to go after a tough case. Cameron chose to stay busy meaning staying at the hospital as late as possible. She spent the time finishing paper work and lab research. When the clock showed it was already after 8:30 she decided she'd had enough.
Cameron headed back to House's office to grab her jacket deciding all work could stay at the hospital and wait till Monday. When she got to the office she just stared. House was lying back in his chair eyes shut with his legs propped up. She identified the music he had blasting throughout the room as Chopin.
She walked in as if on auto-pilot and ended up behind him after a moment she daringly set her hands on his shoulders. House clenched instantly alerting her to the fact he'd had no clue she'd invaded his sanctuary. He slowly relaxed not opening his eyes and Cameron began to massage his shoulders. His head fell forward which she took as an invitation to work on his neck as well. She heard his breathing deepen as he finally relaxed completely.
House turned to face her at the same time his hand caught one of hers against his shoulder. She froze his face seemed so sad and full of need to her.
"Leave Alison." He snapped at her.
Her eyes were locked on his showing no response, but she pulled away and he released her hand. She turned from him grabbed her stuff and left.
House put his head down on his desk after she was gone and pulled his bottle of Vicodin from his pocket. Instead of popping it open to take a pill he threw it at his door, hard. It bounced off the protected glass the top busting open when it hit the floor.