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Chapter 2 is ready so you can find out what happens after the accident. Sorry for the cliffy on the first chapter :p I hope this one will make it up for you.
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Chapter 2: Treatment

Part 2/3

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She is in the locker rooms changing out of her work clothes when she feels her mobile phone vibrating.

She lets out a sigh and pulls it out of her pocket. She checks the screen and sees his name.

House

She sighs again and flips the phone open.

"What do you want?" she asks and at the same time she throws her stuff in her bag, preparing to head home.

"I need a ride…" his reply is in a low tone something that catches her attention but she doesn't quell on it for long.

"House, you call me at three o' clock in the morning and you want me to come and pick you up from God knows where because you are probably too drunk to find your way home?" she asks in exasperation.

"Cameron…" he starts but she doesn't let him explain.

"No House. Take a cab, call Wilson, call whoever else you want but I'm going home." She states and flips the phone shut before he can say something to change her mind.

She busies herself with her bag, shoving everything in and trying to stay as calm as possible. Something very hard to do…

She still doesn't know how he manages to do this to her. He infuriates her without even trying to do so. She thinks he has some kind of a natural talent to piss her off.

She sits down and buries her face in her hands, elbows resting on her knees.

She has tried so many times to protect herself, she has tried not to get affected by his whims but nothing has worked.

Her phone vibrating again catches her attention and although she knows it is him again she answers.

"What…"

"I had an accident…" he says before she can continue her sentence and for a moment or two she is speechless, she doesn't know what to say.

Is he joking? Is he serious? She doesn't know and she also can't stop the panic she is feeling.

"I swear that if this is some kind of a joke I will…"

"I'm not joking…The road was slippery, I was running, my hand hurt like hell so I lost control of the bike. Will you just come and pick me up? I'm starting to feel a little dizzy…" he says interrupting her again.

"Where are you?" she asks and now even he can sense the fear in her voice.

"Just drive to my place. You'll see me…" he explains.

"I'll be there in a while." She says and hangs up the phone.

She tosses it in her bag and after grabbing her jacket she bolts out of the hospital.

Her mind is on overdrive. She can't stop thinking and her mind always plays the worst case scenario in her head. She is scared that he is really injured, that the passing drivers won't see him and they will cause another accident, that he will lose his senses, that...

She can do nothing to ease the panic and fear she feels so she drives faster, willing to go to him as fast as possible. Her hands grip the stirring wheel so tightly that her knuckles have turned white.

She sees his bike on the right side of the road and she pulls over.

He is sitting on the ground just next to his bike. She kills the engine and runs to him faster than she thought possible.

In an instant she is kneeling down beside him, her eyes running over his body and face trying to evaluate his injuries.

"I'm fine…" he protests with a wave of his hand "I just ripped my stitches." He continues, bringing up his right hand.

"No House, you are not fine! You are crazy, that's what you are!" she yells and takes his hand in hers in order to see the damage he caused again.

"The road was-…" he starts but she cuts him off.

"I don't care about the road! I had just stitched your hand and you were idiot enough to ride your bike minutes later!" she shouts looking at him intently and it is at that time that she notices the blood on his left shoulder.

She reaches out and he flinches, a frown forming on his face.

She sighs and tries not to yell at him again, something really hard since he keeps hurting himself like that.

"Will you just tell me what happened?" she asks, her tone uneven, and he can sense that she is really angry at him again.

"It's nothing, ok? I was wearing my helmet and everything. I fell on my left side and hurt my shoulder, nothing else. I just need a ride home." He states and brings a hand up to rub his face.

She studies him for some moments but isn't convinced. She knows that if she just drops him off at his place he will pretend that everything is ok, he'll take a shot of morphine and he will go to bed.

So she has to find another way to get him to the hospital or at least find a way to examine him.

"Fine, I'll just take you to your place." She says, trying to sound nonchalant but he raises an eyebrow questioningly.

"Where is the catch?" he asks, looking intently at her.

"No catch. You say you are not in pain so I'll just take it. Now, are you going to come?" she asks and she stands up, extending her hand for him to take.

His eyes dart from her face to her hand.

"I'm not going to stay here forever." She announces and he frowns.

Would she really leave him like that?

He contemplates which hand to use. The right one is bleeding and is in a lot of pain but if he uses his left one his shoulder is going to kill him.

He decides on the right one and the moment he extends it she raises an eyebrow.

He thinks that she saw right through him so he extends his other hand with a roll of his eyes and a scoff.

She catches his hand in hers and she immediately notices the grimace of pain on his face. She tries not to back down and she helps him stand up a little more forcefully than he expected and his shoulder collides with hers as he tries to sit up straight.

"Fuck!" he exclaims and his right hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

He doesn't know what hurts the most.

His thigh is killing him, he wants to rip his hand off and his shoulder is a lot worse than he originally thought.

"You are fine, huh?" she asks in irritation and looks at him angrily.

He is breathing heavily and he refuses to look into her eyes. He doesn't want to acknowledge that she is right.

He rests his left hand on her shoulder, trying to steady himself and he leans to her.

"That's it, we are going to the hospital." She says and his hand squeezes her shoulder, making her look at him.

"No hospital, just take me home…" he says in a low tone, his eyes connecting with hers.

She is not accustomed to the look she finds in his blue eyes and she hates herself for even thinking of taking him home.

"House, you need to be checked out." She says and she moves in order to stand in front of him.

"You are a doctor too, just take me home. You will find everything you need to examine me and do whatever you want there." He says seriously.

She sighs and for some moments she just looks at him, her green-blue eyes connected with his blue ones.

She hates the fact that she is going to cave again but this time she is going to do it on her own terms.

"Fine… but if I say that you need to go to the hospital after I examine you you will not disagree with me. If you even think of doing something like that I swear I will drug you and carry you to the hospital myself." She states in a grave tone.

He knows that nothing good will come if he disagrees so he just nods his head. He is in too much pain to protest right now anyway.

He drapes his arm over her shoulders and she helps him walk to her car. She guides him in, carefully not to hurt him, and he sits in the passenger's sit.

She closes the door and moves to the driver's side.

She takes a moment to pull herself together before getting into the car herself.

She turns to look at him, his eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the left. He seems in a lot of pain and she desperately wants to reach out and caress his cheek but she doesn't do it.

She starts the car and drives to his place.

They arrive a few minutes later and after she helps him out of the car and into his apartment she goes straight to the first aid kit he keeps in the bathroom.

Thankfully he has everything she needs and after gathering the things she wants she goes back to the living room.

He is sitting on the couch, his right leg propped up on the coffee table.

She sits down next to him and he opens his eyes in order to look at her.

"I need you to take of your jacket and t-shirt." She says and he raises an eyebrow.

"If all you wanted to do was see me naked you could have just asked." He replies with a smirk and she rolls her eyes.

"Fine, next time I will. Now take them off." She says seriously.

He exhales loudly and he sits up straight.

"I need a hand. I used to have two but now I have a small problem." He says looking at her expectantly.

She moves closer to him and she helps him remove the articles of clothing.

He hisses in pain and she stops, not wanting to hurt him again.

"Will you just pull it off? We will finish tomorrow if you stop every time I frown or hiss." He says feigning annoyance.

She glares at him and she pulls his jacket off in one swift movement.

"Damn it Cameron!" he yells in pain and she just looks at him trying to hide the concern from her eyes.

"You just told me to pull it off." She explains and he sighs.

"Try not to pull of my arm when you remove the t-shirt…" he says pointedly.

"I'll try." She replies and she helps him remove his t-shirt carefully this time revealing his bare chest.

He doesn't know how she does that. How she can be so distant when she talks or looks at him when at the same time her touch says a completely different story.

She studies the injury on his left shoulder and arm, her fingers gliding down his arm.

Her touch is so soft and gentle as she inspects his injuries and he can't help but look at her. His eyes are glued on her form; they travel from her fingers on his arm to her face.

God he has missed her. He really has… not that he will admit that to anyone.

She lets out a sigh and he looks away, not wanting to meet her eyes, afraid of what he will find there.

"Thankfully this doesn't need stitches." She says, her eyes never meeting his.

"I'm going to clean it up and dress it. Then I'm going to stitch your hand again. Anything else I must know about?" she asks and finally turns to look at him.

"Nope, just these minor things." He says sarcastically.

"Don't infuriate me more." She warns and he is wise enough not to answer.

She busies herself with his injuries in order to not start yelling at him again. She can barely hold her anger.

She still can't believe that he did something so stupid. He could have killed himself for acting so immaturely and now he makes jokes about it!

One of these days she is really going to let everything out. She doesn't know where this will lead them. And she isn't sure if she wants to find out.

She finishes with his shoulder and then she moves her attention to his right hand. He rests his hand on her thigh while she stitches it for the second time that day.

His eyes travel to her face now that he knows that she is not going to look at him.

He knows that she is trying to hold back and not yell at him for scaring her like that for the second time in one day. And, to be honest, he thinks that she has every right to start yelling at him. He doesn't want to know where that came from but he knows it's true.

He sighs and her eyes dart to his face, connecting with his.

He is captivated by her eyes for a moment and he can't look away but then he remembers that he has no right to think the things that are going through his mind so he looks away.

Her eyes return to his hand and she finishes stitching it up. She dresses the cut again and she holds his hands some moments more than necessary before letting go. He doesn't say anything though…

"I need some morphine too." He says the moment she lets go off his hand.

She looks at him with a raised eyebrow, her eyes boring holes into his and he knows this wasn't the right thing to say.

"Maybe you should have thought better before riding the bike. I'm not giving you any morphine. And I'm taking it with me." She states seriously and he is starting to get angry himself.

"I'm in pain, the Vicodin will do nothing tonight!" he shouts at her, sitting up straight on the couch.

"I don't care House!" she shouts back, her gaze so intense that anyone else would have backed down. But not him...

"You are lying!" he yells, never looking away.

"God House, stop that!" she says, her eyes always connected with his.

"Stop what?"

"Just stop!" she yells and she buries her head in her hands, walking away from him.

He stands up with a lot of effort, ignoring the pain that shoots through his right thigh, and he walks close to her.

"Are you done repeating the same sentence?" he asks sarcastically and she drops her hands by her sides in order to be able to see him.

"You know, for a genius you are really stupid." She says in a gravely low tone and it alarms him.

They went from yelling to dead serious in seconds and it scares him because he is not sure if he can handle what's to follow.

"And you are repeating yourself again!" he states, trying to make her yell again, infuriate her more so that she will leave him alone.

The pain he is feeling everywhere and having her so close is a very bad combination.

"I am the one repeating myself? You are trying to die over and over again!" she says, her voice starting to rise again.

"What?" he asks incredulously, not knowing where this conversation is going.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You get shot, you electrocute yourself, you pump your body full of blood that could kill you, you break glasses with your hands, you ride that damn bike when you are in no condition to do so and many, many more… Do you want me to continue?"

She is yelling again now. But it isn't what he really wanted. He wanted to infuriate her, make her leave but she is saying things that he doesn't want to hear.

"Stop…" he says in a low tone but she is too angry to do that now.

"No House! You are going to listen to this whether you like it or not! You can't risk your life like that! Stop! Stop chasing death every time you are bored, stop testing the limits, stop trying to find how far you can go because one time you won't manage to escape! There will be a time when you will… you will…"

She can't complete her sentence. She can't even think of it let alone say it out loud. She finds it hard to breathe and when she looks up he is right in front of her. With every word she said he took a step forward 'til he was just in front of her.

"Cameron…" he says her name, trying to make her look at him and start breathing again but she doesn't seem to be able to do so.

His left hand glides down her arm and that's when she breaks down. She feels the tears falling from her eyes and she starts sobbing.

He says her name again but she doesn't listen. Her hands rest on his bare chest and she leans forward until her forehead is resting against his chest.

"Allison… breathe." He thinks that her first name is going to catch her attention and he isn't wrong.

Her sobs subside a little and she lifts her head in order to look into his eyes.

When her eyes meet his he thinks that his heart is going to either stop or jump out of his chet by the emotion he sees in her beautiful green-blue eyes.

"Please stop doing this… stop trying to prove that you are invincible because you aren't and one time you will not manage to cheat death as you always do. If you don't do it for yourself then do it for the people that love you…"

She is talking and crying and he can't hear all these things anymore so he does the first thing that comes to mind in order to stop her.

He crashes his lips on hers, kissing her with all the fervor and built up passion. She is taken aback at first, staying motionless but after a few moments of hesitation she is kissing him back with the same amount of passion.

Her hands glide down his naked chest and then come to wrap around his waist, holding him as close to her as possible. He leans on her and despite the pain he feels his left arm wraps around her waist, pressing her body to his.

His right hand laces through her hair as he continues kissing her passionately. His left hand finds its way under the blouse she is wearing and she moans when she feels his hand caressing her skin.

She hugs him tighter, her hands glide up and down his back and for a moment he thinks he is dreaming because he would never do this, not in his right mind anyway.

But then he feels her hands gliding lower and he stops thinking all together. This is too good to make it stop. So he decides one time to just feel no matter what the cost will be.

"Bedroom…" he manages to mumble through kisses and her hands return on his chest.

"House, you are in pain… Your shoulder, your hand…" she replies but he claims her lips again, not letting her continue.

"Screw them, I need this… I need you…" he says before he can stop himself and he knows that he has let out more than he intended to but he doesn't have the time to think.

She nods and she helps him walk to his bedroom.

The moment they are in he moves so that he is standing in front of her and he walks towards the bed.

Her knees hit the mattress and she falls on the bed with him following close behind.

He falls on top of her and he curses under his breath as his shoulder collides with hers and it hurts a lot more than he expected it would.

Her fingers on his forehead make him open his eyes and he looks straight into her amazing green-blue ones.

He claims her lips with his again but this time the kiss is slow, testing, experiencing everything.

Her hands glide down his naked back as they continue kissing softly, gently, like they have all the time in the world.

He knows that if his brain takes over he will run out of the door so he does everything he can to just feel.

He has her out of her clothes in no time and she helps him remove his jeans and boxers before he returns on top of her.

Her legs wrap around his waist and he groans when he feels her. His left hand runs up and down her thigh, ignoring completely the pain he feels.

He continues kissing her, his lips try to reach every part of her body. He wants to memorize every part, every scar, every freckle of her gorgeous body and face.

He pulls back and looks at her. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed and her breathing is labored.

He is mesmerized by the sight in front of him but he snaps out of it moments later. He wants to feel everything…

"You on anything?" he asks and she nods, not trusting her voice.

Her eyes open and connect with his and for some reason he can't look away. It's like looking into something forbidden and he can't look away. He doesn't want to look away…

Her right hand rests over his racing heart while the other one is on his sweaty back. He can't wait any longer so he slides into her ready warmth, his eyes connected with hers.

Big mistakes… he thinks as he finds himself unable to look away again. He can see everything in her eyes. Everything she feels is at the open for him to see. Lust, passion, love…

He doesn't know what his eyes tell her, what they let on. He is almost sure that they are similar to hers…

She surprises him and she closes her eyes first, breaking their contact.

He sets a slow rhythm, moving in and out of her purposefully with deep and even thrusts. But soon he needs more, they both need more and he increases the pace. She meets his every thrust, her hands glide down his sweaty back and she moans with every thrust.

His leg is hurting like hell, his shoulder and right hand are in agonizing pain but he isn't going to stop. This… this is heaven, he needs this, he needs her…

Her moans spur him on further and he thrusts hard and fast making her cry out.

His hand travels between their joined bodies and the moment he finds her clit she cries out again.

His eyes scan her face, mapping her reaction to every move he makes, storing everything in his memory in case he doesn't get to do this again.

He doesn't want to be thinking about this. He can't bear the thought of not being with her again like this. She is addictive, just like his Vicodin but so much better…

He shakes his head, trying to chase those thoughts away and he concentrates on her and only her.

A few hard thrusts later and she comes, screaming out his name. His first name…

It's like she is coming repeatedly, her walls quiver around him with so much force that he can't hold back any longer.

He comes hard, giving everything he has to give and he collapses on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

Her hands continue moving up and down his back in a soothing manner until their breathing has returned to normal.

He doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to leave from his position but he is in a lot of pain and he has to.

He pulls back and rolls on his back. She turns on her side and it is then that she notices the blooded gauze on his shoulder.

"I need to change this…" she mumbles, deciding to completely ignore what has just happened between them.

She knows that bringing it up right after it happened will lead them nowhere but to another verbal argument so she decides to focus on something else.

She returns fully dressed and she changes the gauze. She cleans the injury again and she dresses it.

"They are going to need changing every day." She says and he nods, not knowing what else to do.

They stay silent after that, the silence killing both of them but they don't know what to say.

"I'm gonna head home." She announces and he frowns.

He doesn't want her to leave, not like that.

He reaches out without thinking and his fingers circle her wrist.

"It's late. Just sleep here…" he says and before she can see anything in his blue eyes he looks away and pulls the blanket over his body.

His eyes are closed and he expects to hear her walking away but she doesn't.

The first thing he hears is a sigh and then she changes in one of his t-shirts and crawls into bed. She leaves a big expanse of mattress between them and she pulls the blanket over her body as well.

He thinks that if he turns around he will be able to take her into his arms but he doesn't do it.

She thinks that if she turns around she will be straight into his arms but she doesn't do it either.

They just fall asleep like this, their backs turned to each other.

He wakes up an hour later and immediately reaches out for his pills. He dry swallows two and he lies on his back again. He turns his head to the left and he sees her there.

She is asleep on her right side, her face just inches away from his. She seems so peaceful that he thinks she is an angel. He is sure that she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

He lets out a sigh and he drops a kiss on her forehead. It wasn't supposed to be like this. After this he was supposed to be able to move on but the only thing that happened is that she managed to crawl under his skin.

He lets out another sigh and he closes his eyes, falling asleep moments later after the pills kick in.

The next time he wakes up she is gone…