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Pain…

Unbearable pain….

Pain that didn't let her think straight…

Pain that didn't let her breathe…

Pain that was surprisingly going away… Slowly, yes, but fading.

She could hear people talking. One voice stood out above all the rest. But it couldn't be. Why would she be here? Why now?

"Damn it Cameron, could you at least let me help!"

"Dr. Hadley, you and I both know why I can't let you do that. She is not your patient. She's mine. You are the family, now go wait outside with the rest."

Their voices were getting louder with each passing second. Her head was starting to throb.

"Come on Thirteen, you know-"

"Shut it Kutner! I'm not leaving."

Jenna tried to tell them to shut up but all that came out was a pathetic groan. The room suddenly grew quiet as Jenna's vision slowly came back to her. The first thing she saw was a blinding white light. After she blinked a couple more times, she was able to make out five figures near the foot of her bed. Once her focus began functioning, she could make out an Indian man near the door, a rugged looking man with an annoying smirk holding a cane, and a blonde and a brunette staring each other down, their faces inches apart. When Jenna groaned again, their attention was finally drawn towards her.

She didn't look that different. Slim, tall, strikingly beautiful, just like Jenna always imagined her to be. But once she looked into her cousin's electric blue eyes, she couldn't ignore the pain that Remy had caused. Before se knew it, where one was pain, anger replaced.

"Get out," she chocked out in a raspy voice, "Get the fuck out," she said, louder.

Pain flashed in Thirteen's eyes, which surprised Cameron. She didn't need to be told again, she quickly left without another word, refusing t look at anyone in the eye. House watched her go with curiosity. No patient, especially a young girl, had been able to command Thirteen to do anything she didn't want to do without so much as a struggle. Hell, sometimes even he wasn't able to do that.

Cameron, trying to get a hold of the situation, grabbed the clipboard on the edge of Jenna's bed and began the basic procedure.

"How are you feeling Ms. Hadley?"

"It's Jenna. And thanks to the yelling, I feel a headache," she grimaced.

"Right sorry about that," Cameron said sheepishly.

"Now that we have established you're fine, do you mind telling me what that was about?" asked the rugged man, using the cane to stand up.

"Who the hell are you?" Jenna asked.

"How inconsiderate of me. Dr. Gregory House, at your service." He said, popping a pill.

She looked at him up and down, "Are you serious?" Jenna couldn't believe that this was the famous Dr. House.

"House," Cameron said exasperatedly, "This isn't your case and it's definitely not one you should consider since there is no mystery to it."

"Au contraire," he said, "It's very mysterious indeed. Sure not medically, but just as much interesting."

"Out," Cameron stated, and as if he knew he wouldn't get anywhere right now, he simply limped out the door.

"I'll be back," he shouted back. Kutner followed him out.

Cameron began to apologize about House but Jenna merely held her hand up to stop her.

"Can you just gives me some pills, and discharge me, the team will probably want to celebrate somewhere that is not a hospital."

"How did you know you won?" Cameron asked.

"Your expression just proved it. So, what's the diagnosis?" When she said this, Dr. Cameron's expression turned grave.

"What?" Jenna asked, suddenly fearing the answer.

"Jenna, when you were hit, one of your spinal discs dislocated… It caused slight peripheral nerve trauma..."

Dr. Cameron's voice droned out at that point. Jenna began breathing deeply, and that calm posture began to crack as she started to realize that she couldn't feel her legs.

"We were able to place the disc in its rightful position but… Jenna, your legs-"

"Stop. Don't say it." She whispered, shaking her head. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not after everything.

"Jenna, I'm so sorry, there was nothing we could do-" Jenna interrupted her once again. Her mind was reeling.

"What can I do to get them back? There must be something. Surgery, rehab, anything," her eyes began to water.

"Jenna, if we could have fixed it through surgery, then we would have. And rehab will be extremely painful. It might not even work." Cameron argued.

"But it could." Jenna stated.

"Yes, but even if it did, it would take months, years even." As if Cameron read Jenna's mind, she added, "Even if it did give you back the function of your legs, you wouldn't be able to play soccer."

Jenna shook her head in denial of the words she knew deep down were true. The tears she had been holding back were starting to fall and she wiped them angrily, cursing herself for being so weak.

"Your friends and family are outside, should I let them come in?" Jenna sighed shakily.

"Just give me a second." Her voice cracked as she said this.

Cameron nodded and headed for the door, but stopped before actually opening the door. She turned and looked at the broke girl, who was putting a shield around her, which reminded Cameron much of another Hadley.

"Listen, if you still are thinking about rehab, this hospital is known for than just its diagnostics. If you want, I could set up a plan for you. Just say the word." And with that, the blonde doctor walked out the door. She did not see the younger girl smile gratefully at the offer.

When Cameron walked out of the room, she was bombarded with questions. The place was packed with teammates, friends, and family. A large trophy was standing next to an old man who she assumed was the coach. She explained the girl's situation, watching the crowd's expression change into various forms of grief, disbelief, and sadness. She locked eyes with Thirteen, who was in the far corner, the farthest from her father and aunt. Through her eyes, Thirteen was able to speak in ways that people could only dream of. It was a trait that Cameron admired. Thirteen silently asked if this was some sort of sick joke. Cameron was surprised to see such emotion from Thirteen. She nodded her head gravely at her, confirming the diagnosis. Their silent conversation was soon broken though.

"This will kill her." Whispered the girl who had arrived with Jenna.

The coach didn't say anything. He just stood up and left. Some of the team members watched him leave.

"Can we see her?" asked a woman, who Cameron assumed was Jenna's mother. They had the same hazel eyes and dark brown, wavy hair.

"Give her a couple minutes, she's still recovering from the news." A man put his arm around the woman and led her to a chair. Jenna's friend, Erika, offered to take the woman and the man accepted. He soon returned, sticking his hand out for a shake.

"John Hadley. I'm Jenna's uncle." She took his hand, looking over his head at Thirteen.

Of course, she thought to herself, sure the resemblance wasn't uncanny, but they had similar features. She, like Thirteen, had a fleeting thought of where the hell Jenna's father was.

Finally, after a couple minutes, Mia and John entered the room. The moment Mia saw her little girl, she rushed towards her, engulfing her in a warm, delicate hug, scared that if he squeezed too hard, she would break her.

Jenna locked eyes with her uncle, and she kept his gaze ad he walked towards her and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, she stiffened but soon relaxed to the touch. Jenna broke the gaze. She couldn't look at him anymore. The ache in her heart would only get worse. He looked so much like him.

"Its gunna be okay kiddo." He whispered as he kissed her forehead gently. The family didn't see the missing member watching through the window, a tear running down her cheek.

The blonde with blue-green eyes was the one who did.

A/N: Hope you liked the second chapter! Once again, any criticism is recommended, good or bad. Even though my muse is starting to lean towards Cadley/Camteen, any ship is still out for grabs. Review, review, review!!!!!!!