30 Days - Allison Cameron's Journal - Part 11
A/N: Sorry for the delay, work has kicked my ass the last 2 days! Hope you enjoy! Standard disclaimers apply: characters not mine. Reviews are always appreciated.
Day 21
Monday, August 1 - Princeton, NJ
9:45 PM. Long day. Had an interesting case come in this morning. Mr. Kaveny has a weird case of day glow orange spots. Very strange. I ran some tests, he is stable but I kept him for observation. I may need to hand him off to Diagnostics tomorrow if there is no progress.
Speaking of Diagnostics, I never saw Remy today. I'm disappointed she didn't at least pop her head in to say hi. I know she was in the hospital. When I got back to my office after lunch there was a vanilla latte from Gimme! Java on my desk with 'Remy' and a tiny smiley face written in the "O" in Allison. Cute and sweet. I wish I would have seen her though. It's been two days! I miss her sweet smile.
Had lunch in the cafeteria with Wilson today. He is one of my all time favorite people - a sincere, caring big brother type that always has time for a friend. Even if that friend is House. I swear that man only exists because Wilson keeps him grounded and balanced.
I asked James what he thought of Remy. I was surprised to find that he actually knows quite a bit about her. I learned so much: she is into yoga, meditation, skiing, snowboarding, rock climbing and she loves to travel. Mellow to adventurous. I am nothing short of amazed by the layers I keep uncovering in the mystery that is Dr. Remy Hadley. I didn't know about her nearly derailed Thailand trip. I agree, she truly may be the only match for House here at PPTH. Lord knows neither Robert or I ever were and as much as Foreman likes to think he is, he's WRONG! But the mysterious, beautiful, dying, bisexual girl with amazing eyes certainly seems to be. Huntington's. The conversation with Wilson got a little sad when he brought up Remy's disease. He's right, it is so unfair. She is such a vibrant, beautiful woman. But we're doctors and know better than most that disease like justice, is blind! Anyway, I enjoyed talking with Wilson and learning more about my "conquest" :) .
I think Wilson would be supportive of a relationship between Remy and I. He said as much as I walked away, "you would be good for each other Allison, consider it". In my mind, it's been considered and agreed to despite the Huntington's and the fact that I've already lost one spouse to a fatal disease. I want nothing more than to be with Remy Hadley for however long she'll have me.
I talked to Brad tonight. He knows nothing about the party but he can tell something is up with his "baby sister". I debated telling him about Remy and finally decided against it. After all, he coined the phrase the "Katie Experience" back in college. I did allude to the fact that I'm interested in someone. He was glad to hear it and gave me encouragement to make it happen, if it was right this time and I wasn't just settling to avoid being alone. I am not settling and I will make it happen big brother, I will. Sleep!
Day 22
Tuesday, August 2 - Princeton, NJ
9:30 PM. (Diagnostics) Mr. Kaveny ("Spot" - House's name for the patient) got worse overnight. He needed to be put on a respirator and his heart was failing. The case was turned over to Diagnostics. I had to brief the team. I had one hell of a time focusing on anything but Remy. We were 10 feet apart and I could smell her perfume - spicy and warm. Trying to spout medical jargon while fantasizing about nuzzling her long, creamy neck is damn near impossible.
The ER was slow, so Cuddy asked me to stay with the case until I was needed downstairs. She observed that when Mr. Kaveny was conscious, he seemed calmer with me around. I love my ER but Diagnostics is such a rush - the push and pull between the doctors, the brain power engaged in solving a case, even House's absurdity all combine to create an exhilarating thrill. I don't want to go back full-time but I love to play the game every now and then. It keeps my skills sharp.
Diagnostics all day working Mr. Kaveny's case meant spending all day with Remy. Could it get any better? Yeah, it could, I'm sitting here now looking at her while she's working on her laptop. She is so beautiful. She has such a serious look on her face. Wonder what she's working on? Maybe she's journaling like I am. I wonder if she's writing about me sitting here? She just looked up at me and winked. I love that wink it is so sexy. So what could be better right now? Easy - sitting curled up on a sofa with Remy sharing long, slow, wet kisses. ...sigh...
House was watching me closely while I was debriefing the team. He knows something is up. He assigned Remy and I to perform tests together all day under the guise of my keeping the patient calm. Who cares, I got to work with her. She is brilliant and thorough, an excellent doctor. Together, we made the "correct" diagnosis. "The lesbian couple wins the lottery". House, that butt-head, said our prize was administering the treatment and watching the patient all night. So here we are sitting in Diagnostics, charting, chatting, drinking coffee and now typing away. I'm in Heaven. If she is keeping a journal, I'd sure like to read the Allison Cameron entries.
Here she comes toward me. Amazing! The way her hips sway slightly as she walks and that easy smile - stunning! I wonder if she knows how magnificent she truly is?
10:45 PM (on-call room) That's it I'm officially falling in love with Dr. Remy Hadley! I couldn't sleep without recording what happened about an hour ago. When she reached me in Diagnostics, she asked what I was working on with my iPad. We got to talking about journaling and I found out she has been keeping a journal since she was 10. It was a coping mechanism recommended by the family counselor as her mom's disease worsened and ten year-old Remy got more resentful. Another layer.
I couldn't help myself, I was sitting and she was standing so near. I leaned forward and laid the side of my face against her stomach. I could hear her heartbeat, steady and strong and her breathing, slow and deep. When she ran her fingers through my hair, I sighed with pure bliss. We stayed that way for what must have been five minutes, her fingers gently running through my hair and me purring like a cat. "C'mon, Bella, let's go check on our patient and get you tucked in an on-call room". Silently, I looked up at her, she gently traced the planes of my face and whispered "beautiful" on a slightly ragged exhalation. Time stood still. Now more than ever, I don't know who's pursuing whom. It doesn't matter, does it? She's won. Sleep!
