Disclaimer: Still not mine, even though I'm currently not tormenting them.

Author's Note: Okay, last chapter I made a bit of a boo-boo. I forgot to actually -name- the sedative used on Cameron. I was looking up stuff online for it, trying to think of the name of one used, but my brain farted on me and gagged me a while. Though, I got at least one laugh out of it. . Thanks, Theta. But uh, yeah. I was supposed to name it before I posted the chapter, but forgot to. -shrugs- It worked out alright, though. Now! On to Chapter 8!

When Cameron woke up from her drug-induced sleep, she was incredibly groggy. When she tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes, she found she couldn't, that she was strapped down.

"Wh-what's going on?" she stutters out as she pulls against the padded straps holding her wrists and ankles to the bed.

"Calm down, Cam. You uh, had a little episode and punched one of the nurses," comes House's voice from the door. Even at just his presence she calms down, but not enough for him to be happy with. "Hang on," he says gently, totally out of character for him, as he starts to undo the straps.

"I punched one of the nurses? When?"

"Uh, yesterday evening. It's almost noon. They gave you a sedative to calm you down. Said you were screaming and freaking out pretty badly. Cuddy called for a psych evaluation, and while I don't think you need one, I think you do need to talk to someone."

Cameron's quite as he speaks, and for several moments afterwards.

"I punched someone and freaked out. Then it was all a dream. It didn't happen again. I'm in the hospital and House wouldn't let anyone hurt me in here." she tells herself, her eyes watering up as she curls up on her side, but stops and straightens back out.

"You uh, ripped a lot of your stitches out. Allie, I wish I could take it all back. Make it so you'd never been attacked, but I can't," he whispers, looking up at her and resting his chin on his hand, which is resting on the side of the bed. "Do you want me to go get someone to talk to you?"

"Why can't I talk to you? I don't want to have to tell to someone else about how those men defiled me. It's bad enough everyone I work with every single day knows, but for the rest of the hospital to know what I went through, plus having to tell some stranger every detail of what they did, how one of them used his semen to lubricate my ass so the other could fuck me there is too much, House!" she screams, tears streaming down her face.

"Whoa, hey, I'm not the enemy here! I'm just trying to help you, Cameron!" he defends, but looks a bit paler thanks to her words.

"Then don't help me!" she screams even louder before sobbing into her hands. House sighs and rubs her back gently.

"I'm not trained on how to help you through this sort of thing, Cameron. If anyone knows that it's you. Let me get someone to help you through this. Please. I can't stand to see you suffering like this," he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead, which makes her sigh and turn into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, to which he responds by wrapping his left arm around her torso and holding her tightly, but not tight enough to hurt her.

"Okay. I'll talk to someone. On one condition," she whispers as she pulls back, looking him in the eyes. "You have to stay with me. And you have to help me find a new apartment."

House purses his lips, but then smiles a bit and nods. "That I can do. But you might as well just give Jack to me. She's become incredibly good friends with Steve. When I went home last night, she was in his cage with him."

"You're joking!"

"Nope. They were curled up asleep in the cage. It's almost sickening how sweet they are to one another. Hmm. Since our pets are getting along so well, and since I have a spare room that's doing nothing but collecting dust as a supposed study, why don't you move in with me? We could split the rent, food, utilities. All that stuff," he suggests. True, he'd never really liked the idea of anyone living with him, except Stacy, and everyone knew how that had ended. Then Wilson was living with him at one point and he'd driven Greg -crazy- with his noisy toenails and hair, but Allison seemed like she'd be someone good to live with. And they were already sort of dating, so why not?

"I…well, I guess that's okay. Not that I think you'd be bad to live with, I just don't know if it's such a good idea. I like to use the treadmill every morning, then I shower. I know how you reacted to Wilson's noisy toenails and his hairdryer. How are you going to react to my treadmill and me showering? Plus what if we get into a fight? Or what if we don't work out? There's---"

"I know, so many things that could go wrong. You're right. But I'd feel better if you stayed with me a while. If things don't work out, well, then I'll help you find a new place. I'll even pay for your furniture to be put into storage until then. You know, the stuff you won't be using while you're staying with me. Come on, you know you wanna!" he says, poking her side where he knows no stitches are holding the skin and muscle together. She sighs and finally nods her head.

"Okay. We'll give it a shot. I just hope neither of us ends up regretting this," she says with a smile. "And I guess I can talk to someone about all the stuff that's happened. It has to be a woman, though. I just…apart from you, Wilson and Chase and Foreman, I don't think I could be in a room with a guy for any expanded length of time. Not right now anyway."

House nods and smiles as he stands up. "That's fine. And Cuddy's given you six weeks of time off, plus a few for me, so we can get the male ducklings and Wilson to help move stuff around in my place, then move your stuff into my place, and put the rest in storage. Because, knowing your treating doctor like I do, after you talk to the head-doctor and make a few more appointments, I'm pretty sure you'll be ready to get out of here. You go on and get some more rest while I go set up a meeting with one of the doctors on the fifth floor, 'kay?" he asks, running his fingers through her auburn hair, making her smile and nod.

"Okay. And House…thanks. For everything."

"Any time. But only for you," he admits, then kisses her lips softly, to which she responds by pressing her lips back against his, one of her hands tangling in his hair to keep him close for a few moments before they both pull back to breathe. "Wow."

"I'll say."