Hello! Sorry I didn't update sooner... I am at my parents' house for the weekend, where I have an internetconnection, so i'll be posting some chapters today and tomorrow. :-)
Thank you all for your comments and reviews! It is my first story ever, so I was really glad to see that you like it.
Sooo, this is chapter 8 and I jope you like it
Chapter 8: Preparing for the inevitable
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The alarm startled Cameron out of her sleep. It was already time to wake up, not that she had managed to sleep at all… The thoughts of him made her stay awake most of the time.
Rubbing her eyes she made her way to the bathroom.
Relax Allison… What's the worst thing that can happen?
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House woke up by a throbbing pain in his right thigh. Squinting he looked at his alarm clock. Way to early to be up! he thought and he reached for his Vicodin bottle.
Popping two pills in his mouth he tried to fall asleep again but the pain was too insistent. So he decided to get up and go to the hospital. More pills there
He was cursing under his breath all the way to the bathroom, the pain in his leg too much to bear. You see, staying up all night thinking about a certain brunette and pacing the apartment is not a good combination…
Way to go Greg! Let's see what else will happen today…
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Cameron was in her shower the hot water cascading all over her body. It seemed to sooth her a little, calm her nerves down. Since she was a little kid she loved the water. Then it seemed that it could wash everything away. So simple…
But life isn't simple…
And she knew perfectly well that it couldn't take everything away and it couldn't make her forget…
So instead of thinking of her new and increased responsibilities her mind drifted back to him.
I really should stop thinking about him… she thought
She turned of the shower and started making her way to her bedroom in order to get dressed.
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House was in his shower the hot water cascading all over his body. He was trying to relief the pain in his right thigh but it was taking more time than he thought. The water seemed to sooth him a little but it didn't seem to take his thoughts away too.
Looking at his disfigured thigh he couldn't stop the feeling that something was missing. He tried to remember the last time he felt whole.
Bad idea…
His mind raced to his night with her. She wasn't appalled by his thigh… instead she slowly massaged his scar and placed a tender kiss on it making him understand that she wanted him the way he was…
I really should stop thinking about her… he thought
He turned of the shower and started limping towards his bedroom in order to get dressed.
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She was sitting in her leaving room, a cup of coffee on the small table in the middle of the room and a medical journal in her hands.
In this issue of the JAMA there was one of her articles. It was the main article. No one had to sign them first now so her articles were sent on time.
She was really good at this. Writing articles about her studies on autoimmune diseases and interesting cases was one of her new interests. She had seen many of her articles being printed in various medical journals and she felt that she was becoming a better doctor. She was kind of proud of herself.
Would he be proud if he knew? She thought as she took a ship from her coffee
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He was sitting on his leather couch, a cup of coffee in one hand and the remote control in the other. He was currently enjoying an episode of Sponge Bob Square pants.
On his coffee table laid several medical journals, every one of them with dogged pages. But they weren't any medical journals.
He placed his coffee on the table and grabbed the current issue of the JAMA and flipped the pages to the main article. He read the title and the writers name for the hundredth time. He thought that he knew the article by heart by now.
Professionally she is doing great… he thought but he didn't continue the sentence. Not even in his mind…
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Cameron was standing in front of her mirror making a few adjustments to her outfit before she would make her way to the hospital for her first day as the head of the Immunology Department.
It was a great offer and as much as she liked working at Arizona she couldn't say no to Cuddy's offer.
So, there she was, ready to head her own department, lead her own team.
She wasn't afraid about that… The only thing she was afraid of was House's reaction when he would see her back at the hospital.
And with that thought she made her way to the door, to her car and back to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital…
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House was standing in front of his mirror making a mess through the drawers of his dresser. He couldn't find the bottle of the Vicodin he kept there and he was starting to get really frustrated.
It wasn't going to be a good day he knew it… His leg had woken him up that morning, he couldn't find his Vicodin, he knew that Wilson would make a fuss when he reached the hospital and plus, Cuddy Had told him that the Heads of all departments would have a meeting. They had to meet the new heads of the Cardiology and the Immunology department… Great! More people to mess with…
And with that thought House made his way to the door, to his bike and to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital…
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