Learning To Fall

Chapter 1-Admitting

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Cameron sat, alone, listening to the slow beep of the machine. She looked cold as ice, sitting slightly slouched, an empty coffee cup in her right hand. She was so numb she couldn't think.

She glanced at his face. For what must have been the first time in his life since the age of five, he looked like an angel. He looked like he couldn't feel the pain anymore. The machine's around him pumped mechanical life into him.

In House's own words, he was a vegetable. A cold hearted, self induced comatose vegetable. Wilson had already been through everything he could think of, he had no idea how House induced the coma. Cameron though, Cameron was just thankful he was alive.

Normally though, it was House who had the answers. She realized, or felt like, she'd been cheating her way through her career. Her answers were not frequently right. House's were. No matter how much of an ass House had been lately, even Cuddy was beside herself.

Cameron leaned forward slightly. She hadn't expected it. Then again she'd never been able to predict House. Knowing him, this was a stupid little experiment to prove someone else wrong, and he'd be awake in a day or two. Cameron crunched the thin paper coffee cup in her hand.

He made her so angry. He was selfish, conceited, and every word like that she could think of. But no matter how much she thought she hated him, she wanted him back more. She wanted him conscious. Deep down she thought, maybe she wanted him.

Throwing the crumpled paper coffee cup in the garbage can she stomped out of the room, pushing Wilson into the hallway wall as she went. She couldn't take this. This topped the list of dumb things House has done. She had a half a mind to whack him with his cane right out of that coma. But, the other half of her, wondered if it was real. Maybe House was sick. Maybe this wasn't a game, or manipulation.

The worst part was, because of the way House was, they were going to be left guessing for awhile. If he was playing games, certain tests or medications could kill him. If he wasn't playing games, they could be too late with the answer. Yet still, the worst thing was still the fact that...

Cameron had just admitted to herself that she had feelings for House.