Alice sat reading a book about infectious diseases that she had found in the differential diagnosis conference room, glancing over at her husband ever so often. Chase had been asleep for around half an hour. It had been four days since the bombing, which, she had found out, was the result of a botched assassination attempt on a senator. Apparently the bomber had gotten the wrong hotel, ruining many lives in his error.
There was a quiet tap on the door, the woman standing there careful not to wake Chase. Alice put down her book and put her glasses back on, the blurry blonde figure taking shape. She walked over to the door, opening it only slightly. "Yes?"
"Is he alright?" Cameron asked, looking at the hospital bed.
"He'll heal. Why are you here?" Alice crossed her arms. "Sorry to be brash, but he's my husband now. We've - he's just been through a lot."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here. But I was flying in for the conference, and when I heard-"
"Allison? What are you doing here?" Chase asked, yawning. "Oh, Alice, babe, it hurts to even yawn."
"She's just leaving. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll be there in a minute." Alice stepped out of the room, Cameron already in the hallway. "He's hurt, and he needs me. He doesn't need failed relationships dragged up again, especially now."
"I'm sorry. I should go."
"Go, and be happy. Please, just don't come back. You deserve to move on. Goodbye, Allison."
Cameron nodded. "I'm going to grab a cup of coffee in the cafeteria before I go, if you want to talk. If not, I totally understand. Goodbye, Alice. I hope you're happy."
Alice watched her walk off, going back into the room when Cameron had gotten into the elevator, the doors sliding closed as Alice smiled at her husband. "Was that... Allison?" Chase asked sleepily.
"No, it's just a dream, honey. Close your eyes and get some more sleep."
"Mmh. How long before they have to check me again?"
"About an hour. I'm going to head down to the cafeteria for a few minutes and grab a snack. Do you want anything?"
"No. I think I'm gonna go back to sleep." Chase was asleep before he could fully get the last word out.
Alice grabbed a cup of coffee and dropped into the seat across from Cameron in one of the cafeteria's booths. Both were silent for a few minutes before Alice asked, "What's his name?"
Cameron looked at her wedding band, smiling. "Rodney. We have a daughter, too. Her name's Emma."
"So I take it you like Chicago?" Alice took a sip of her coffee.
"I'm head of the emergency department. It's great. Hectic beyond belief, but great. Working with House really helped prepare me for it. What about you? Do you like it here?"
"Like you said, it's crazy and a lot of stress. But we have a great team now. We built it back up from when you left, from when we had another doctor leave… Foreman's on his way up to Cuddy's spot at the end of the month, so we'll shrink a bit, but it's great."
"You guys don't have kids yet, do you?" Cameron asked. "Sorry, just curious."
"Uh, no. I... I had a miscarriage, and, well, maybe one day."
"I'm sorry. You deserve a great life. You're smart, and pretty, and an amazing person. I'm glad Chase has you."
"I'm sorry if I rushed you out of the room," Alice told her. "It's just... He's gone through a lot, and he doesn't need to relive some of it. He needs to get better. But, if, after all of this, you and Rodney want to get together with us, grab some dinner or something, that would be okay with me."
"Sure, thanks." Cameron stood, Alice walking out with her. They stopped at the door to the hospital. "It's good seeing you again."
"You too. Bye, Cameron."
"Bye, Ellie." She gave her a hug before heading outside. Alice watched her walk away, and then got in the elevator to return to Chase's side.