A/N Ok! Here it is! The next chapter, sorry if this one has alot of grammar and spelling mistakes, I've checked it, but I am really not with it right now following operation - the next one wont be until Monday if I have the time, because I'm back to hospital tonight! Have fun ..

Chapter 3

For a second, all 3 doctors stood there staring at their friend in surprise, before calling the same instruction.

"Get that gurney over here!"

They approach her on her level and turn her over gently. Her face is white, too white and she's cold, ice cold, gently, Foreman and Wilson lift her up on to the gurney and then onto the bed, and along with Cuddy and 2 nurses, they take her upstairs.

"Foreman! Nice of you to turn up!" House shouts as Foreman enters the conference room, 20 minutes later, looking extremely distracted. Foreman takes a seat without saying anything; he looks not at House, but at the empty seat that is usually filled with Cameron. Foreman places his head in his hands before taking a deep breath and slowly bringing his head up from his hands.

"Are you alright?" Chase asks, looking from Foreman to the seat Cameron occupies. "Where is Cameron anyway?"

"Witherspoon Wing"

"What's she doing there?" Chase asks looking confused, "We don't have another patient do we?"

House looks curiously at Foreman waiting, slightly impatiently, for him to answer. At first, Foreman doesn't answer, he looks thoughtfully at his colleagues, wondering what, if anything, it will mean to them. He knows House will make a comment from it, he does with anything, he doesn't care, especially about her, he just toys with her emotions but Chase .. he just doesn't know.

"No, we don't, she IS the patient" he finally tells them and then looks directly at Chase. "You know how things have been for her lately, strangled by a patient, she's had a knife held to her neck amongst everything else. She was very jumpy yesterday. Didn't you notice?" Chase gave a shrug, but kept silent so that he could carry on, "Well, Mr Williams, you know, Adam's dad, he followed her outside, grabbed her round the neck and wrist, she looked petrified. She just .. collapsed on the floor in tears. I've never seen her so upset. Wilson helped me get her inside, but then she just passed out on the floor. Cuddy is looking after her. I'm worried about her" he admitted before looking down at the floor. Chase looked stunned, unsure on whether to go and see her, or stay where he was. No one spoke until the door opened, instinctively, they looked up, only to see a cane flash out of sight, both Foreman and Chase looked at each other, wondering what reason House had to up and leave like that.

Cuddy and Wilson were stood at the nurses' station, looking into one of the side rooms. Looks of concern filled their faces, both turned to face House as they heard their names being called. Cuddy sighed before looking again to Cameron's sleeping form on the bed in the room. She was still pale, but at least now she was sleeping, curled up in a fetal position you would expect from someone who could no longer cope.

"What's this about Camer-" he stopped in mid sentence as he turned to the room that Cuddy kept her eyes on. He stared at her, she looked more vulnerable now than she ever did. His heart ached, but he tried not to let it show.

"She's exhausted" Cuddy smiled sadly, "She's not slept in days, not eaten, not drank anything but coffee. I didn't realise it had got so bad for her. If she had just .. told us, we could have helped her. We should have noticed, someone should have noticed." She knew he was listening by how he was stood, she knew he cared, even though he pretended not to, it was Cameron after all. "That patient, Adam Williams, he's hurt her twice now, even if not intentional, but his father, he's threatened her and th-"

"He what?" House said threateningly, look of anger burst into his eyes. His knuckles whitened round his cane as he tried to control himself.

Cuddy looked frightened herself at his outburst, "He threatened her, she wouldn't tell me what about. So I gave her something to help her sleep, we're giving her fluids and when she wakes up we'll get her to eat something. But then she needs to go home."

House nodded to show he understood. None of them moved from where they were stood. Cuddy and House fixed on Cameron's exhausted body, while Wilson looked intently at his best-friend, trying to figure out what he thought and how he was feeling.

Cameron walks into the locker room, a yawn takes control over her for a second as she walks towards her locker. She's startled as she notices the small white envelope attached to it, she shakes as she takes it off. Slowly, she sits on the end of the bench and looks at the letter in her hands. There's no name on it, nothing. She turns it over and begins to open it. Pulling the letter out, she recognises the paper as hospital headed paper; she unfolds it, relaxing a little as she knows it's not off him. She begins to read the printed letter, her face relaxes as she smiles.

Even though you're not feeling your best
With a little time, good care and rest-
It won't be long until the happy day
When you're feeling fine in every way.

She smiled before standing up and opened her locker. She takes out a clean top and puts it on, she needs something other than the clothes she has worn for 3 days on. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and with a big sigh put her coat on. She'd left her back up in the conference room, she knew she'd have to go and get it, but decided to read the letter again. She walked out of the room, the corridors were eerily quiet, but it was always quiet at night, so she wasn't so bothered. She stopped abruptly and looked behind her, for some reason, she felt she was being watched, she shook herself and told her she was imaging things because she was so tired, and following this, she walked on.

Finally, she reached the conference room, House had his TV on, probably watching General Hospital she thought to herself and smiled, no doubt playing with that stupid tennis ball. She didn't expect anyone else to be in the conference room, so she was startled when she noticed Foreman looking through some files.

"Hey" he said when he saw her, automatically going to her, he wrapped his strong arms around her body, he could still feel her shaking, but was glad she was smiling nonetheless.

"Hey" she replied, "What are you doing here?"

"Chase was meant to be working, but had to go somewhere, so I said I would cover for him"

She smiled; he could be nice when he wanted to be. "Ok. I've just come to pick my bag up and then I'm going home. I won't be in tomorrow, so I'll be back Monday."

"Ok" he said as she picked up her bag and put it across her shoulder before turning back him. "Take care of yourself" he said quietly.

"I will" she said before heading for the door, she stopped and turned to him, "Thank you by the way" She needed to let him know that she appreciated what he had done for her lately.

"It's alright, just hurry up and come back, it's going to be hell with him" nodding towards House's office door. She laughed looking at the door before turning and opening the conference door.

"Oh and-" she held back a second as he looked back up at her, "the sugar is in the cupboard on the left hand side if he's forgotten" she smiled and left the room. Foreman couldn't help but shake his head at her, House was right, she cared too much, but in a way, it made her good at her job.

"Oh and Cameron, phone me when you get in, so I know you've got home safely" she nodded towards him and smiled.

Cameron walked down the lengthy corridor, lights dimmed, it looked quiet and peaceful, a hand reached her eyes softly as ran them gently over her eyelids before moving slowly down to beneath her bottom eye lashes. Her fingertips felt cold and soothing on them, all she wanted now was to get home. As she turned a corner, she could hear hurried footsteps behind her, mentally she shook herself; she hears footsteps every day, why should this make her edgy? Although, it was late at night. But it's not as if patients decide not to get sick during the night, it could be anyone. She stopped and turned back, seeing a door close behind her, she smiled and turned to walk again.

"You're just being silly" she spoke aloud, not expecting anyone to be around.

"Are you?" said a deep voice, but before she could turn around, a hand covered her mouth tightly and grabbed her arms behind her back. Instinctively, she kicked back harshly, tried to wriggle free from his strong grasp, and move her mouth from underneath his hand, the hand that smelt like a room full of cigarettes. She tried to scream but nothing came out, she fought, but got nowhere, he was too strong, he was hurting her, "Don't bother, it won't work, you aren't going anywhere" and with that he dragged her into pathology.

He pushed her hard against the wall, she could feel his cold hand slacken on her arms and she tried to wriggle free, but it was no use, before she knew it he had taken off her bag, flinging it on the floor and her coat behind it without much effort, he pressed his lips against hers forcefully as she tried to pull away, with his other hand, she could feel him unbuttoning her shirt, there was nothing she could do, tears fell down her face as he pushed harder and harder. Cameron stood there, frozen to the spot, she hoped that someone would come past and help her, see what he was doing to her, a single tear slowly fell down her delicate face as she began to take in what was happening to her. He peeled her shirt off as she felt his hold slacken; with every ounce of strength she had left she fought against him once again, pushing him hard as he fell over a stool behind him and onto the floor with a growl escaping him. Fear gripped her as she realised she couldn't run to the door, he would undoubtedly get their first. She ran the opposite way as fast as she could breathing heavily hands shaking badly and picked up a stool to knock him unconscious with. She stood still, and as she turned back to where he should be laying on the floor, she couldn't see him or the stool as her eyes searched fearfully. She couldn't even hear him around the room, she wondered if he had left the room, knowing he wouldn't get very far, her heart thumped loudly in her chest and her hands shook with the stool held tightly inside of them, her knuckles white with the grip. She turned round slightly to look to her right and make sure he wasn't hiding there. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, she spun round hastily, eyes wide and hands trembling, she was helpless as he stuck her with the stool, her body fell to the floor in a heap, not stirring at all. Standing over her, he smiled, a cruel heartless smile that would make anyone shudder when they saw it, he turned her diminutive body over to show blood seeping out of her head and down her implausibly ashen face. Her face white and a pained expression still etched on her face, he knelt down on the cold floor and stroked her colourless cheek before whispering in her ear.

"You won't win" he grinned before laying himself down on top of her, running his fingers vehemently through her hair before kissing her on the lips. He reached down, until he got to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up her body grabbing her thighs ruthlessly.

An hour passed before Allison Cameron stirred on the floor, suddenly realising where she was she sat bolt upright and looked around her petrified, she ached everywhere, she looked towards the door and found saw darkness, so she knew she couldn't have been there long. She could smell his scent on her clothes, looking down she saw her skirt ripped, her tights flung off along with her pants, it made her feel sick to her stomach, her eyes prickled with tears as she realised what had happened to her, all she wanted to do was go home. She noticed small patches of blood on the floor, she knew one was from her head, she could feel the blood falling bit by bit down her cheek and then neck. Slowly she tried to pull herself up off the floor, only for dizziness to wash over badly, she grabbed at the closest bin which she then heaved into, she sat herself back down on the floor, tears stung her bottle green eyes and she brought her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around herself, she sobbed into her knees while rocking back and forward, after a few minutes her sobs subside, body aching and her head throbbing she pulled herself up off the floor and picked up her top, putting it back on and fiddling with the buttons as best she can. Finding her coat and bag, she stuffed her pants into them before she picked them up and covered her body with them before walking out the door.

It didn't take her long to get home, she opened the door and ran inside, she slammed her front door behind her before applying all the locks with her unsteady hands. She backed away from the door dropping her bag on the way before sinking into the corner of her sofa, finally she allowed herself to cry, she found a blanket laid over the sofa and pulled it down to put over herself, to protect herself, every sob she gave caused her pain, her whole body ached, she curled up and stared into space. Her tears began to finally subside as she fell asleep.

Her phone rang, and she jerked awake slightly, her body tense and terror shone in her eyes.

"Hi, you've reached Allison. I'm not here right now, leave me a message and I'll try and get back to you" Beeeeep.

"Hi Cameron, it's .. Foreman. I'm just phoning to see if your home, I hope you are and I hope your ok. Phone me tomorrow just to let me know your ok." Beeeeep.

She didn't move off the sofa, not for the whole night, she didn't want to do anything, she just wanted to be alone .. and safe.