Learning to Fall
Chapter 9-Allison
Authors Notes: Due to the large amount of private messages I got after the hallucination, I won't leave you guys hanging too long. ( I know I may need to take a little break for some stuff coming up, but I may be able to sneak to a computer.
Anyway- I have twenty minutes until the American Idol finale...(Go Blake!)..So I'm gonna type this in a little bit of a hurry..Here we go..
Cameron twisted in her bed, the alarm clocks green glow illuminating her skin. She hadn't been able to sleep lately. Things were so restless. She pulled the sheets over her. It was too hot for a blanket. She rolled over, facing away from the alarm clock and pressed her eyes shut. She squeezed them desperately, trying to find sleep. The only thing she seemed to find was worry. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Foreman fell against the chair, struggling to catch his breath. House had been so violent they'd had to sedate him. Foreman's hand brushed the sweat off of his face. This yellow fever could quite possibly kill House. It had already started messing with his brain. Hallucinations, impaired motor skills, some memory loss. House couldn't possibly have much time left.
Foreman rubbed his temples, swallowing hard. He wasn't sure if he could take losing House. Granted they had a cat and mouse relationship, he'd be a little bit lost without House. He cracked his fingers, peering between two at the sedated House. He debated with himself over calling Cameron, deciding against it.
Cuddy frowned from the door, her arms crossed. She watched as the nurses hurriedly cleaned the wounds on his neck. She bit her bottom lip, nibbling slightly before glancing to the floor. There was a small shine from a bottom wheel of the bed. Her eyes shot back to House's neck, before glancing down again. She stifled a gasp. Had he torn off the necklace in the fit? Her eyes froze on the sleeping House, as the nurses left.
She walked hesitantly to the bed, glancing at Foreman. Her eyes wandered over him, before shifting back to House. "I'm gonna take a break," Foreman said finally, struggling to lift himself from the chair before leaving. He paused a moment, turning at the door, "You okay?" he asked.
Cuddy nodded, not letting him see the moistness in her eyes. Hearing his footsteps echo, she bent down, grasping the necklace between her fingers. She squeezed it in her palm, before sliding it into her jacket pocket. She cocked her head, leaning to House. His breath was slightly shallow from being sedated. Perhaps House was going to need more than a lucky necklace to make it out of this one.
"Cameron?" a whisper came from her doorway. She flung her body back to face the doorway, "Yeah?" her voice choked out, that strange tone like when someone just wakes up croaking out. "I got a call from Cuddy, something happened to House," Fox whispered.
Camerons body shot up, a dizziness coming over her head from the rush of blood. "Lemme grab my keys and we'll go," she croaked again, stumbling across the floor in search of her shoes. Her feet stumbled slightly, as she let her butt hit the floor.
She crammed her feet into the slip on shoes she'd found. Leaning back, she snatched her keys off of the bedside table. Her hands pressed against the floor, pushing herself up. Her hair swayed lightly, as she caught her balance.
She turned, following Fox right out of the apartment.
House's breath faltered as he strained his eyes. "What happened?" he asked. Wilson sat next to him, glancing up from his magazine. "You finally lost it," Wilson replied.
House grumbled a moment. He didn't remember. He glanced at Wilson, looking him up and down. "My throat hurts," he said suddenly. Wilson nodded, "Thats expected," he continued to stare. House's arm felt around his neck. He felt a sting from the touch of his fingertips, jerking his hand away.
Suddenly there was a clamor in the hallway, Cameron appearing in the doorway, leaning slightly and breathing heavily. She glanced back at House, her gaze stopping on his neck. Her eyes shot to Wilson. Wilson's eyes met Cameron's and he turned back to House, "I guess the dead person House was talking to didn't appreciate something House did," he said.
Cameron shook her head slowly, "Are you okay?" she asked House. House was silent.
Fox appeared behind Cameron, her eyes over the top of Cameron's head. She was a good deal taller than the brunette. Feeling her presence Cameron stepped forward, allowing her into the room to check House's stats.
House sat still and quiet, letting her check him. His mind was racing.
Fox sighed, pulling the stethoscope from her ears, "Everything seems to be fine," she frowned.
"Do you remember anything before you were sedated?" Cameron asked gently.
House frowned, before shaking his head. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out. Even moving his head hurt.
"Foreman said he was talking to someone who was dead, and then tried to strangle himself, or, the 'dead person' tried to strangle him. We're not really sure," he said.
Fox nodded, "Well, hallucinations aren't this uncommon with severe Yellow Fever," she said. "I think I'm gonna make a few phone calls though, if he remembers anything page me," she said, looking over her shoulder.
Cameron nodded, taking a spot next to House as Fox left. House's eyes were focused on the floor, "Why are your shoes on the wrong feet?" he asked. Cameron blushed, glancing down at her feet. She rubbed one with the other. "I was in a hurry," she mumbled. She slipped her shoes off using her feet and exchanged them.
Wilson got up slowly, slapping Cameron's back lightly with the magazine he had been reading. "I'm gonna go get some coffee? Anybody want some?" he asked.
Cameron shook her head, while House opened his mouth. "It's too bad you can only drink clear fluids," Wilson said smiling before walking out.
House sighed and grumbled a moment.
"Charles, it's bad. It's got to be the most severe case I've seen," she whispered. She listened a bit, "That's absurd! Do you know how dangerous that is? I won't do it." She frowned, twirling her fingers around the phone card, "And what do you suppose that's going to help?" she asked. Suddenly she scoffed, "I'll get right on that. You know I don't believe in that stuff!" She sighed, lowering herself into the chair, "It's out of the question, I'm sorry." She hung the phone up suddenly.
"Are you sure you don't remember anything?" Cameron asked pleadingly. House shook his head, biting his tongue. The air was silent. Finally, as what seemed to be a last resort, Cameron turned from the bed, ready to leave the room.
House struggled with his thoughts a moment, before he suddenly opened his mouth, "Allison?" he asked. Cameron turned to him a strange look in her eyes. House glanced around. The voice hadn't sounded like his, but he knew it was his. "What did you just call me?" she asked softly.
"Allison," House said again more confidently. Cameron's entire body turned to face him now. This was quite possibly the most confusing event of her life. "What?" she asked, her voice soft again.
House thought a moment, "Can you stay here for a little bit?" he asked finally. Cameron's eyes softened, and she nodded, approaching him. She took a seat next to him, her eyes starting to flood.
House scoffed, opening his arms, "Just get it over with," he said finally,with a small smile and opening his arms. Cameron threw herself into them, her tears falling quietly. She'd never been more worried in her life.
House frowned, as he absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair assuringly. He hated lying to her, but if he told her what he really saw, how could she not think he was crazy.
