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Chapter Seven
Wilson stepped out of the lift and walked towards the meeting room where he knew that certainly Foreman and Chase would be, and it was a high chance that House would be there to. He looked inside and could see all three men in the room; he pushed the door entering himself. House was halfway threw speaking as he entered.
"So neither of you know where she is?" House looked poignantly at Chase, who, along with Foreman shook his head. "No, neither of you know where the highly annoying, relatively attractive, hormonal emotion wreck who goes by the name of Cameron is."
Wilson opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by House once more. "Well when she arrives tell her she can stay an extra two hours today to make up for her lateness, and she has to cover my clinic duty for a week!" Turning he went to walk back into his own office. Wilson felt a burn rising on the back of his neck getting more and more angry with House. He snapped before House could say anything else.
"For God's sake House she's been attacked!"
House stopped in his tracks and turned slowly, Foreman and Chase stood up and looked at Wilson, waiting for him to elaborate.
"She was in the parking lot, the lower level. I'm not sure when it happened but by the time I got to her." He paused and then inhaled deeply before continuing. "The guy had beaten her badly, and was about to rape her."
Chase's face went white as if he was about to be sick. Foreman's fist clenched and he gritted his teeth. House simply stood still. Wilson sighed. "She's down on floor one, Cuddy was sorting her out." Foreman and Chase nodded before leaving to go find Cameron and Cuddy. Wilson looked at House observing him; he was shocked when House's voice came out soft and almost full of care.
"Is she going to be ok?"
Wilson shook his head. "She was in a bad state House, there was a lot of blood, and he had cut her neck."
House swallowed his mouth dry he barged past Wilson following the path Foreman and Chase had taken a minute earlier. Wilson rubbed his forehead with his hand and then followed.
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Cuddy bossed the nurses around, she was trying to control her emotions and make sure she was acting professional but she knew everyone could hear the panic in her voice. Foreman and Chase came down and entered the room; she shot them a look as if to say, "stay out of this". They stood against the wall observing, House barged into the room minutes later. Cuddy didn't need to shoot him the same look at Foreman and Chase; he froze as soon as his eyes caught sight of Cameron's beaten and bruised body. After a few more moments the nurses left, Cameron was stable, they had tended to her wounds and had stopped the bleeding from the points she was. Cuddy stepped forward and looked at the four men in front of her. "She's going to be alright. The guy attacked her pretty badly, looks like she suffered from a fall or severe kicks."
Chase couldn't stop himself; without registering that House was in the room he asked "What about the baby?"
Cuddy shook her head and choked out. "She has lost it. Like I said, the guy attacked her pretty badly, beat her hard, I'm actually surprised that she's not hurt more than she is."
House finally tore his eyes away from Cameron's body, she looked like death warmed up, and it tore him on the inside to see her like this. "What? Cameron was pregnant?" Cuddy nodded and House lowered his head, he felt empty, turning, he left the room. On his way past the nurses station he popped his head in and made the nurses jump when he growled.
"Somebody page me when she wakes up, immediately." The nurses nodded. Without saying another word or returning upstairs for his coat he left the hospital. He needed to drive, to feel the wind against his body, to lose himself in his riding, to forget about the image of Cameron lay on the trolley looking dead, to forget that she had been pregnant, to the forget the fact that he knew know he caredmore for her than he wanted to. Fixing his cane to the side of his bike he started the engine and tore off, out of the car park and along the main road.
Cuddy, Foreman, Chase and Wilson watched him leave, although they all thought he was a jerk they knew he hated to see Cameron, an employee, a friend, and probably more in such an awful state. Cuddy shook her head and touched Foreman and Chase lightly on the shoulder. "Go home, you have no cases, if anything comes up, I'll phone you, and I'll phone you if there's any change in Cameron's state. But for now, go home, rest." They didn't try to argue with her but simply took one last look at Cameron before going to collect their things and leaving.
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House sat in a bar; he'd driven none stop for four hours before he ended up back in town. Picking his favourite bar he went in to drown his sorrows and try and cast the image of Cameron from his mind. After three hours he slammed the glass onto the table and grabbed his cane, he had failed miserably. Deciding to return home he climbed back on his bike.
Once at home he found a bottle of scotch and brought it to his lips. Taking a couple of vicodin he swigged the scotch back. He looked around the apartment and saw his piano; walking over to it he sat down and touched the keys gently. Before he knew it he was playing one of his favourite pieces. 'The Waves by Ludovico Einaudi' he played the piece through once before laying his head on his arm on the top of the piano. He thought back to Australia and the happy, Cameron who was full of life. He remembered their conversation at the conference, the talk they shared while dancing, the touch of her soft skin, the look in her eyes, and the music they danced to. Suddenly having an idea he got up and grabbed the keys to his corvette, swinging the doors shut behind him he headed toward the hospital.
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Wilson looked at his watch, half nine, time to be heading home. As he stood he looked up hearing his door open, stood in the doorway was a rather dishevelled looking House. "Can you do me a favour?"
Wilson nodded, his friend looked awful, he hadn't seen him like this in a long time, this was clearly affecting him worse than he had suspected it would. "Thanks." And he was being polite, this was strange. Standing up Wilson followed House out of the office.
They walked in silence as they made their way across the hospital to the side that held the lecture halls and then function rooms. House pushed open one of the doors to the function room and made his way over to the piano. It wasn't a very big one, infact it was quite small, certainly smaller than the one House had. Wilson looked at him confused.
"I don't understand, what's the favour?"
House patted the piano. "I need you to help me escort this into Cameron's hospital room." Wilson opened his mouth but House cut him off. "No questions asked."
Wilson surveyed House carefully, whatever it was House planned on doing, Wilson had agreed to help him, and he didn't think it would be something too bad considering it was just a small piano. Wilson nodded and began to push the piano; House faintly smiled and nodded a thank you before going to hold the doors open.
They got strange looks off other people, nurses, doctor's patients, but neither House nor Wilson cared. Pushing the piano from the elevator they made their way along the corridor towards Cameron's room. House held the door open as Wilson pushed the piano inside, thankful that the room could easily accommodate it. House sat at the piano resting his cane against the wall; he flexed his fingers and put them gently on the keys. Wilson watched him with curious eyes before turning on his heel closing the door, giving them some privacy. House began to play the soft melody, he glanced at Cameron, hoping she had stirred, recognised the music, and awoke. No such luck. He continued playing, the piano was an extension of himself, he played threw his emotions. This was the only thing he thought would wake her up, a familiar sound, he knew it was a small chance, but he had to try, he couldn't just wait for her to awake, he had to help her. As he played the song, getting faster, he replayed that night in his head, that conversation.
" I like this piece…of music, I like this piece of music."
Cameron nodded "Me too. 'Ludovico Einaudi I Gorni'" She smiled at the shocked expression on his face. "My father used to play it to me as a child. He would send me to sleep by playing it, like a lullaby."
This time he wished it would do the opposite and wake her up.
"Your father plays piano?"
"No, he had a record of it."
"Oh." They had fallen back into silence and simply swayed softly to the music, Cameron had twirled her fingers in the little bit of her hair that was down the back of his neck, while House had tried not to concentrate on the feel of her soft skin beneath her silky dress. Then Cameron had looked up into his eyes as the music started to build.
"House, you didn't miss your chance."
He closed his eyes as he played, he didn't understand this girl, why did she care for him, desire him so much, ultimately he would end up hurting her.
"Yes I did Alison, the ship has sailed, and I didn't board."
"House, I'm offering you another chance, stop being a jerk and making innuendos, and take it." She had gazed intently into his eyes, showing him that she meant every word.
"I couldn't give you what you wanted, I couldn't splash around with you in the sea like Chase can, and I can't run with you in a race, I can't twirl you in my arms when we dance. Alison that isn't what you want."
"You don't even know what I want. And you wont give me chance to tell you!"
She had pulled away from him and strutted off, he had considered leaving her, letting her cry and get over it, but a part of him made him follow her.
He continued playing and regretted the conversation, it was one of the most honest conversations he had had in his entire life. He remembered what had followed, the heat, the passion, the hunger. He continued playing all his emotions flowing through his fingers; only the piano could hear his truth. He played well on into the night, at one point he thought that he was the only soul awake in the hospital, but he didn't stop, he had to wake her up.
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Cameron lay in the bed, she could hear soft piano music, it reminded her of her father, and bedtime as a child. It reminded her of her awful prom where she had come home in tears and her father had hugged her and let this music play. It reminded her of that first night with House, that night where everything had changed.
Suddenly she remembered the past day and the thins she had experienced, she could feel a tube in her arm and her head was tender, she turned it gently and tried to lift her heavy eye lids open.
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House continued playing, he glanced at the clock outside, half three in the morning he had been playing for five and a half hours straight, this same tune, repeated over and over. He sighed, and stopped playing. "This isn't working, she won't wake up Greg, stop trying to save her, you're failing." He said mournfully as he rested his head on the piano.
He suddenly heard muffled noises coming from the bed, as if a child was waking from a dream. Looking up he grabbed his cane and made his way to the bed, he got to her side just as she opened her eyes and their eyes locked one more, like the first time theyever did. "House?" He nodded and touched her forehead lightly, a wave of relief sweeping over him.
Authors Note
Ok what did you guys think? I'm sure lots of you hate me now cause she lost the baby but im sorry its the way it has to go for the story to continue.
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