Disclaimer: I don't see why I have to keep being reminded I don't own them, but 'they' keep telling me I have to, so yeah. Don't own them. Never have, never will. Thanks for ruining my dreams! -sobs-
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews, guys! Now I see why everyone else wants them, they ROCK! Just like all you guys out there! A special thanks to Fen who helped me get this story into it's…story-hood. O.o I know that's odd sounding, but I couldn't figure out, for the life of me, how to make the document a story. Now I know and all is well…for me. And they're going to slightly improve for Cameron in this chapter! On to the story!
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After Cameron had woken up the first time, House stuck around for a few hours, then went home and got some sleep in his own bed before he went in to work the next day. Cuddy was going easy on him. She said he was traumatized, finding Cameron in the condition she was in, and he wasn't about to argue if it got him out of clinic hours. Though, it was also true. It had slightly freaked him out when Foreman was ill, though it hadn't shown. Luckily Chase was okay so far. But Cameron, well, Cameron's Cameron. E.O.S. End Of Story.
"Damn woman puts me through too many emotions at once," he grumbles to himself when he wakes up in the middle of the night. He was worried about her, of course. He'd fallen asleep on his couch, and was now moving to the bedroom and stripping out of his clothes little by little. Once in his bedroom, he pulls out his Razr and dials the hospital.
"Room five-oh-two please," he says grumpily into the phone as he flops down into bed in just his SpongeBob boxer briefs.
"Hello?" Comes a sleepy voice into Greg's ear. "Shit, that's right, it's past midnight. I woke her up. Damn it!"
"Uh, hi, Cameron. I didn't realize how late it was, I'll uh, I'll let you get back to sleep…"
"House? Shut up. I wasn't asleep," she says, then moans as she stretches. "Jesus Christ on a crutch! She sounds like she's getting off when she does that!" House thinks to himself, swallowing a lump in his throat as his boxer briefs tent a bit.
"Oh, w-well, if you're sure then."
"I'm sure. Did you need anything?"
"No. I just wanted to call you and see how you were feeling and doing. I mean, the sooner you get back to work, even if it's light duty, the faster I get good coffee again. Chase is officially banned from even looking at the coffee pot before Foreman's made coffee. He made something yesterday morning and uh…it's not even something I'd give to Tritter!"
Allison chuckles softly, a smile evident in the sound of it, and House found he couldn't help but smile too.
"I'll try to come up and visit in the morning and make some coffee for you then. But you have to sneak me in fast-food. They don't give me much, so just a small burger and fries will do, but the patient food is horrible," she moans, then gasps. "Oooow!" she howls in pain, pressing her auto-med drip that lets her self-administer a small dosage of morphine every forty-five minutes.
"A-uh, Cameron? Are you alright?" comes House's concerned voice into her ear.
"Just my side. It's okay. The janitor came and mopped today and I had to go pee, which it's nearly impossible for me to do with a catheter, so I had to walk and I fell into a wall and ripped a few stitches. I'm even more bruised than I was before. If that's even possible," she says with a sigh, the pain now obvious in her voice.
"Jeez, Cameron. You mean the numbskulls up there didn't call me?"
"I told them not to bother you. Chase redid the stitches and Foreman helped me to the bathroom and turned his back like a perfect gentleman while I peed. And they gave me a little boost of morphine at the time, so I didn't really care. Though, that is why I'm awake now. Since you're awake, do you think…well, would you come visit me, House? I'm lonesome," she says, and in her room she pouts.
House couldn't help but chuckle, then scrubbed his hand over his face a few times. "Yeah, I'll come see you. Don't read too much into it, though. You want some junk food while I'm at it?"
"Ooh! A visit -and- food?! Boy, I must be the luckiest Immunologist in the world!"
"And I'm the luckiest man, 'cause you're alive."
