Chapter 12: Survival of the Fittest
Synopsis: in order to get House to finally attend a hospital team-building event, Cuddy arranges for them to go camping!
Characters: Cuddy, House, Cameron, Chase, Foreman, Thirteen, Wilson, Taub, and Amber
Ships: Huddy, Chameron, Amber/Wilson, and Thirteen/Foreman.
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Chapter Twelve: Poison, part one
Six a.m. and Thirteen was wide awake. At camp she was usually up at seven or eight, the later the better most of the time. But she couldn't sleep, there was too much to do and too many people to wow.
The fire had to be built, if she got a jump on that they would eat quicker. If she started to prep the food she would be considered a hero once it cooked. And cleaning never killed anyone.
She heard a rustling in the bed across from her. Cameron rolling over and probably waking up. Oh, Thirteen hoped she was waking up! Silence was a killer, it would put her back to sleep.
Cameron sat up, her golden curls tied and knotted in a big mess on her pillow. She started to get out of her sleeping bag, until she felt the cold chill of the air on her flushed cheeks. Cameron let out a heavy sigh and a shiver, her breath visible trailing in front of her. She sank back down and let her hair fall back into her face.
"Well SOMEONE didn't get enough sleep." Thirteen teased, seeing Cameron slide back along the fleece insides of her red sleeping bag.
"Blame Chase." Cameron grumbled and turned back over. "And damn it's cold!"
"You broke Cuddy's rules." Thirteen gasped, in mock-horror. Cameron rolled back to face Thirteen and nearly fell off the bunk.
"It wasn't like that." She pushed her hair from her eyes revealing a large pink-colored rash around her forehead.
"What's that?" Thirteen asked, pointing to the rash.
"What's what?" Cameron was clueless.
"The rash on your face."
"I don't have a-" She ran her finger over her forehead, making it itch and almost feel like it was burning. "Oh my god!"
"Where did you and Chase go?" Thirteen was about to go all medical on Cameron, jumping from her bunk swiftly and grabbing her coat.
"Um... by the lake." Cameron turned her face as Thirteen grabbed her cheeks. "He gave me a daisy chain, though." Oh, how thoughtful Chase was; Cameron thought to herself. She handed Thirteen the headband, she studied it skeptically.
"Did you look at it before putting it on?" Thirteen asked, not even picking it up to look at it. Just looking down at it.
"It was dark!"
"And this has poison ivy in it."