Chapter 4

Cameron walked into work the next day. Many winks made their ways towards her; it was beginning to feel very uncomfortable actually. She headed straight up to the Diagnostics Office to seek refuge, but of course, there was none. Chase and Foreman stared up at her curiously.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Heard you were going out with House," said Chase smirking.

"WHAT?!" asked Cameron, though she secretly wished she WAS going out with him.

Foreman laughed.

"Who told you that?" asked Cameron.

"Wilson," said Chase.

Cameron rolled her eyes. "How would Wilson know who I'm dating?"

"He wouldn't," said Foreman, "But he'd know who House is dating."

"Wilson hasn't even visited House yet," she said a bit disgusted at the thought of his best friend leaving him to die.

"Visited him?" asked Foreman. He had no knowledge of the rehab. Only Cameron and Cuddy did. Everyone else thought he was still just out on suspension.

Cameron bit her lip. Did she just let it slip? "Fine," she said, "But you didn't hear it from me, okay?"

"Hear what...?" asked Chase curiously.

"Wilson found House passed out on Christmas Eve, and now House is in rehab."

"House is in rehab?!" said Foreman. No way it was true!

Cameron nodded.

"Then why does Wilson think you two are going out?" asked Chase.

Cameron shrugged in anger and confusion.

Foreman smiled. "Wilson heard it from Cuddy who heard it from Nurse Katie who heard it from Nurse Brenda that you two were going out."

Cameron's jaw dropped.

"What?" asked Foreman.

"She saw me hug House before he left for rehab! That doesn't mean I'm going out with him!"

The other two ducklings laughed. Oh... those nurses sure did have their way of seeking revenge on doctors who didn't do their part in clinic duty, didn't they?

Cameron stormed out of the room.

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House was going through every program offered at the center, yet they ALL seemed to bore him. These people sounded like complete idiots. He'd rather just go home and detox himself. Then again... home had knives. Home had liquor, morphine, vicodin... House stopped thinking 'bad' thoughts and tried his best to listen to the group therapist. It was hard, but he tried.

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No cases. NO cases. Foreman and Chase were bored out of their minds, and they hadn't even seen Cameron ever since that morning. She must be down in the Clinic, 'doing her part' of course.

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Wilson never left his office, not even once. All patients had to come see HIM; he wouldn't leave. He felt like crap, but he didn't know how to make it up to House OR Cameron. Neither would believe him.

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Cameron worked in the Clinic ALL day. It was HELL, but it was better than sulking in the Diagnostics Office. When she finally got off work, she went up to her desk to grab her things, though. She rolled her eyes at the other ducklings (who were wasting their times with books and crossword puzzles). She passed by Wilson's office and gave him an evil glare as she walked by. In the end, though, she knew she'd just end up right next to House.

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It was official. House was indeed in Hell. He'd thought it through quite throughly, actually. No patients, no puzzles, no GOOD doctors, no distractions. Just sappy people who wanted 'nothing but to help.' The only highlights of his days were seeing Cameron at the end of them.

"Hey House," she said smiling from the doorway.

"Cameron," he almost smiled, but his eyes most certainly DID light up.

Cameron looked at his glistening, icy blue eyes before sitting down by him on his bed. "How are you?"

House smirked. "Day 2," he said, "And... I'm doing ALMOST the same as yesterday."

Cameron laughed a little. "Almost?"

"Detox is a little worse," he said, "But they put me on some alternate pain meds."

"How they working?"

"They're crap."

Cameron laughed a little at his attitude and sarcasm, but finally frowned. "I hope," she said, "I hope you feel better."

House nodded. "You gonna come here EVERY day?" he asked, trying to make it sound sarcastic. Deep down, though, he wanted her there.

Cameron chuckled. "Don't want me to?"

House smiled oh so slightly. "Do what you please."

"I will," she said. Cameron gave him a wink and a gently hug without getting up.

House looked at Cameron as she grabbed her things to leave. "Bye, Cameron."

Cameron nodded as a single tear slid down her face. "Did I tell you people thought we were going out?"

"What?!" asked House almost laughing.

"Brenda saw me hug you."

"Ohhh... that explains it all."

Cameron laughed and waved goodbye. "I really do hope you feel better, House."

House nodded again and stared down at the floor.

Cameron smiled at him and left. She wished she could just sit at his side all night comforting him, but these centers had rules! Gosh darn it...