Gregory House was asleep, dreaming about a certain beautiful brunette immunologist when the sound of his cell phone pierced through his dreams, waking him up. He fumbled for his Vicodin and quickly dry swallowed two before picking up his phone. "This better be good," he growled to whoever was on the other end. As he rubbed his sleepy eyes he becomes aware of Cuddy telling him something about a car accident and that he needs to come in right away.
"Cuddy," he snapped "I am the head of diagnostics. I do not work in the ER and I'm not a surgeon. Why are you telling me this?"
"House. It's Cameron. She was the one in the accident."
At this revelation House feels like he is drowning in a bath of ice water. He hangs up the phone and stumbles out of bed, moving on autopilot as he pulls on clothes, not bothering with a shower. He limps quickly out of his apartment and down to his car, dreading what he would find when he got to the hospital.
A/N: just a quick chapter to apologise for the slow updates! The chapters are going to get longer I promise!