Here are those House/Cam moments I promised. I even added clinic patents.
Chapter 3
"So let me get this straight," House began "You have ear cleaners, stuck in your nasal cavity."
"Yup." The male patient said in a nasally voice
"And tell me, how did you manage to do that?" House asked amused by the patient's inability to speak with a normal tone.
"Well my wife," The patient started to say, but was interrupted by House
"I'm going to need more detail than that." He added pretending to write on his clipboard
"So what's wrong exactly?" House asked bored out of his mind
"My upper chest area hurts whenever I eat anything really spicy." The female patient said clutching the area she was describing.
House got up and widening his eyes he said "Hmm," checking his clipboard he continued, "That's interesting." He then walked out leaving the stunned patient behind.
He stood at her doorway looking in unsure of whether or not to go. What was it about her that made him care? To see her like this, broken and vulnerable, it broke his heart. Despite what his colleagues thought he cared…to a degree anyway. When it really mattered he cared. He pulled his chair up beside her, resting his chin on his cane. Knowing there was nothing he could do, he waited. Reflecting at the past three years, he thought about how much she tolerated him even though he had irrational and unethical ways. The blood that had devoured her face had been wiped clean and all that remained were the scars that bore what happened. Hesitantly he reached out to touch her hand.
Suddenly she began to stir. He pulled away awkwardly hoping she hadn't seen him. She tried to sit up but House stopped her.
"Lay back down," He sighed, "You're not in any condition to sit."
This, for the most part, was true. Although she was quite capable of sitting, He didn't want her to stress out from what she would see. Her body had taken a beating from the wreck. Surgeons had to remove large pieces of glass from the windshield out of her leg. Pressure had built up in her skull, which was released by a drill. The last thing she needed was the gravity of the accident.
"What, what happened?" She asked almost out of breath
He stood up and began to pace in front of her bed. "You were in an accident, on your way to work." He told her bluntly. He didn't see how he could say it any other way.
"My God." She gasped
"I thought you didn't believe in God." He said jokingly
She smirked. It was about all she could do, her face was swollen to the point where her eyes could barley open. House sat back down beside her.
"House what's going on with me?" she whispered, her fingers adjacent with his.
He sighed, unable to answer exactly. Her prognosis was grim. Her brain was still swelling, and her chance of infection was still high. Her survival rate was yet to be determined. Cameron then dipped back into unconsciousness.
"Cameron," He said loudly not wanting to upset her stress level.
"House! How could you just leave a patient without a," Cuddy stopped and looked in at him. She had never seen him so distressed before. Even more so than when Foreman was sick. "Diagnosis." She finished
He rolled his eyes and turned around to face her, "Yeah about that, you'll never believe," House started
"I don't want your excuses, I want you to get back to your case and let Dr. Cameron recover." Cuddy said sympathetically.
"Yes ma'am." He replied in childish tone
So its a little longer than the first two chapters yay! The next chapter is in its early stages so it might be a couple days before I update. But I hope to see plenty of reviews when I do.
