Chapter Ten

Robert was being examined for the post traumatic agitation. Once again, Allison had taken time off work to support her to be spouse. She was still, however, in Princeton Plainsboro's hallway, sitting on a bench, her head bowed, and her fingers to her mouth as she silently gnawed at her finger nails. Robert had been more resistant about the examination than she had originally thought. She sat through dinner hearing him relentlessly insist he was fine, that he did not feel any different than he did before the accident.

But Allison knew Robert better than that. Robert had been acting different the past week, and it was nothing short of obvious. Robert had been rough and dominant in bed. He cooked dinner. He stayed up later than she did. He seemed to be lacking in his usually abundant sense of humor. He was more serious, and suddenly --- the man of the house. Not like the more child like Robbie she had known for four years. It sent a weird tension in their home. Had he had some sort of revelation? Allison thought.

Finally, afraid she would end up chewing off her whole finger nail before this was through, Alli decided to chew on something edible instead. She got up, stared momentarily at the door in which Robbie was being examined, and headed over to the cafeteria.

The aroma of fresh breakfast being served was momentarily comforting to Allison. She could smell the syrup that people were using to blanket their pancakes. The eggs that were being scrambled and stirred. She jumped and felt her heart stop. Gregory House was sitting in the corner, sipping at his mug of coffee. She thought as to whether or not approach him, and a funny feeling in the pity of her stomach seemed to frown upon the idea. Instead she went in line to pick out her food, Waffles topped with strawberry syrup (and real strawberries), two links of sausage, a small bit of cottage cheese, and a carton of chocolate milk. She paid for her food and sat at a booth she was hoping Gregory would not see her in, kept her head bowed down low, and wolfed down her food. Despite Robert's theory that good food can always quell a nervous stomach, food had never been a comforting factor to her, but this morning she felt it gave her a quite pleasant feeling. After more than half her 6 dollar meal had been eaten, her blue eyes peeked over to the other half of the cafeteria to check on Gregory. He was gone. Allison felt even more relieved. A sudden noise surprised her ears and she squealed a bit, turning to see what it was.

"Not spying on someone now are you?"

It was James Wilson.

"Oh gosh you scared me," Allison muttered before saying more promptly, "Oh no, I just thought I saw someone I knew that's all."

"Right," James nodded and he sat in front of Allison before taking a bite out of the apple he had had in his hand, "How's Chase doing with his recovery?"

"Oh.." Allison said before pausing as though she had randomly drifted off. She looked up at James finally, smiled and said, "He's doing okay."

"Dr. Reeves said he was scheduled to be tested for post traumatic aggression today. From what he tells me the brain damage is pretty bad."

"Well, isn't Dr. Reeves quite the gossiper." Allison had a rather cold look in her eye as she said this. Then again, Allison always seemed to think her stare was a lot more intimidating than it actually was. James did not feel intimidated, but rather he felt rather sorry for Allison. Everyone at Princeton knew perfectly well that Allison was only with Robert as a second choice in comparison to Gregory, but if she and Robert's relationship would ever fail to work, then Allison would lose altogether. Then again, James reminded himself, Allison seemed to have a thing for damaged men. Maybe Robert's brain damage was a good thing.

"I'm sure Chase will be okay," James said, trying to lend a comforting word, "Chase is one of the least aggressive people I've met in my life, its incredibly hard to imagine, for me anyway, Chase being --- "

"Angry? Yeah, I know," Allison stood up from her chair, "That's what I keep telling myself."

Allison walked out, leaving her half eaten meal, and James to sit there and think.

She knocked uncertainly on the door of the room to which her fiancée was being evaluated, and was actually rather surprised when it actually opened.

"Ms. Cameron, come in." Dr. Reeves ushered her inside with a rather plastered smile, "The session has just ended, and unfortunately, we found that your fiancée appears to be suffering from a bit of post traumatic aggression."

"Oh…" Was about all Allison could bring herself up to say. She looked over at Robert who was sitting with his head bowed a bit low, his eyes cast downward. He looked embarrassed. Allison pouted and although she was unsure whether he was in the right state for human touch, she ran two of her finger through his blond locks. Robert did not react.

"We're going to put him on some anticonvulsants to start off with, as the aggression seems minor. If it gets any worse, please give me a call, and we will try antipsychotic meds to go with them. PTA rarely gets to the point where one would call it dangerous, but I urge you both, to watch out for one another."