A/N: Ya'll are freakin amazing with your ideas! And you're reviews! Thanks so much again! I get all motivated when I hear from you and know that you're enjoying the story!!
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"I tried to get better." She whispered.
"What do you mean you tried to get better? What was wrong with you?"
"I don't want to talk about it. Why are you still here? I thought I asked you to leave." She stood up and started pacing, back and forth, back and forth across the living room. House felt like he was going to puke from watching her. She turned towards the patio and opened the door. The chill from the air swam thru the apartment and House shivered. Damn it. Couldn't she let him be warm for five minutes? At this rate they were both going to have pneumonia.
"Cam, I'm closing the door. You're going to make us sick. It's a wonder you haven't come down with the flu or pneumonia or some other ungodly sickness."
"Please House, no! Don't! You don't understand what it's like to be closed in, not to be able to get away! Please don't!" She sat on the floor and wailed, knees to her chest rocking back and forth like she had in the ER earlier.
"Okay, okay, shhhhhh." He comforted her. He sat down on the floor for the second time that day and pulled her to him. "I'll keep it open, I promise."
His leg started screaming at him. Everything in him wanted to stay on that floor with her but he couldn't.
"I have to stand up. You can stay down here or you can get up with me. I'd prefer you get up with me so I can use you as my very own living breathing cane." He had hoped to get a snicker or a smirk out of her but didn't. Her face stayed the same as she stood and helped him to his feet. Her whole body was trembling and the sweat was dripping down her forehead.
"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Cause Wilson brought over a slew of food. There's soup, there's frozen pizza, and there's some fruit. Come on, try and eat something."
Cameron's head dropped down and looked at her feet. "I can't eat. Every time I try I throw up."
"And being a doctor I've never seen vomit before. Boy Wonder also brought me some extra clothes so if you happen to spew all over me it'll be okay. You need to eat. I can tell you've lost more weight than is healthy for you. Actually any weight you lose is unhealthy for you. You're a twig. I'm making you some soup." With that he went into the kitchen and started banging around in her cabinets.
Cameron sat back down on the sofa. She wrapped herself in her warm down comforter and sighed. She wanted this to stop. She thought it had. If only she could open up and tell him. Tell him how she came to be like this. It was really a stupid story. No one would think one little rough patch in life could damage a person this much. But really if she thought about it, it wasn't one rough patch, it was several. Several horrible little moments that weaved together making her into the horrible mess, the horrible person she had become.
A/N: Just so you know, this is going to be a long story. Hope ya'll can hang in with me.