Previously
"You think she's going to be ok?" She asks.
"Yes, but it won't be easy." It never is.
They stay like that for a while in each other's arms simply relishing in the warmth provided by their bodies, Wilson can't believe how lucky he is to have a second chance with Sam. He promises himself to try his best not to screw this up.
Chapter Two
Cameron takes a deep breath, she's finally alone in what's to be her room for the time being.
Slowly she starts to unpack, she pulls out something to sleep in but she's so tired she doesn't even bother to take the rest of her clothes out. As if she's functioning on autopilot Cameron changes into her pajamas, and places her discarded clothes on a chair when she notices some books on the shelf. For the first time since she stepped in she really takes in her surroundings, the entire room reads House. How ironic that she's standing in his bedroom, or what was previously his bedroom, and all she wants is to be as far away as she can. She scans the books, mostly are about medicine, some are pretty old, next there are a few music CDs simply lying around. He must have billions of them to leave these behind, she knows how much he treasures his books and his music.
Sighing Cameron goes to bed, she's got a big day tomorrow and she needs to rest, but as she lies in bed she can't shut off her mind. The past year has been an emotional rollercoaster and she's so tired… so tired. Despite everything she hasn't shed a tear since she found out which she finds extremely weird and unlike her. She turns around in bed and prepares herself for another sleepless night, she's getting used to them by now and as the realization of what tomorrow means she finally allows herself to cry, silent tears run down her face. She doesn't bother cleaning them up and cries herself to sleep.
When morning comes Cameron takes a quick shower, puts on the clothes she'll only wear for a few hours and prepares a small bag with some essentials. She steps out of the room and hears sounds coming from the kitchen.
"Morning." Wilson and Sam are having breakfast, it's such a domestic thing and she can't help but to feel a little envy, she used to have that and she misses it deeply, that feeling that you're not alone and that there's someone beside you that loves you.
"Hey Cameron, sleep alright?" Wilson's voice shows concern even though she's sure he tries to remain as normal as possible.
"It wasn't bad." Which is to say she only slept for a few hours.
"I would offer you some breakfast but…" Wilson knows she can't eat anything because of all the blood work she'll be doing as well as other additional tests.
"I'm not really hungry anyway." She shrugs.
"Well if you're ready we can go to the hospital now." Wilson stands up and puts his jacket on and Cameron picks up her small bag.
"I'm ready." It's not like she has any choice, it needs to be done.
"I'll see you later." Wilson says to Sam as he gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
The ride to the hospital is made in a heavy silence, Wilson wants to give Cameron some reassuring words but she's a doctor, she knows what's at stake. As they walk inside the big building Cameron feels like she hasn't been here in a long time and not just some months, maybe it has do with the fact of the circumstances she's here now, Cameron is no longer a doctor, she's on the other side of the line, she's a patient.
The halls are mostly empty, of course a hospital never sleeps but it's still early morning and everything is quiet, she hates it, it makes her over reactive mind think of things she shouldn't. As they reach the intended room Wilson opens the door for her, she takes a deep breath and steps in placing the bag by the end of the bed with her back to Wilson. Her hands grip the bag till the point her knuckles turn white, not a word leaves her mouth.
"Cameron?" Wilson places his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm ok Wilson." No she's not, not even close.
"Maybe I could stay for a –" Cameron interrupts him.
"Wilson, you have patients and rounds to do, I'm fine." She says strongly to convince him, and herself too.
"Ok, but I'll be here after my rounds to do your tests."
"I'll be here." Where else would she be?
After Wilson leaves Cameron looks at her room for the next days, hopefully there will only be a few days and not more. She sighs. On top of the bed rest a hospital gown, never she hated hospitals so much. She grabs the offended piece of fabric and enters the small bathroom to change.
Cameron sheds her clothes like she sheds layers of herself in the process until she stands in front of the small mirror in only her white bra and panties. She looks at her reflection, the mirror only reflects her image from the middle stomach up, she looks at her blond hair falling down her shoulders, her face though tired obviously doesn't begin to show what's going on under the surface inside of her. Staring at her image she simply looks like she had a bad night and not that she's sick.
Slowly she reaches for the back of her bra and unclasps it letting it fall down her arms, she looks at her chest and it's too much, she turns her head, she can't bear to look. Painfully she puts on the gown, luckily its one of those that doesn't tie in the back so she's not exposed more than she already has to be, probably Wilson's doing. Turning around once more to the mirror, the white and blue gown gets all her attention, reality sinks in really hard, tears fall down her pale face, it's like she's been living her life for the last days in a state of numbness and now her mind is finally catching up with what's going on.
Cameron leans her back against the door and slides down to the floor crying alone.
A small chapter, but it's better than nothing… I've been super busy but I did not forget about this story.
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