Chapter 34 - Why Always Me?

House sat there, thinking about what she'd just said. He placed a hand to her lower back and rubbed slowly in circles. "I don't think you're deluded Allison." He sighed as he felt her tense at his words. "The fact you believe what I've been saying proves that." Her body was still clenched so he slid his hand up under her shirt in order to touch her skin soothingly.

"I'm sorry..." She spoke, her hands still covering her face. "I've always known you were right; I just couldn't get myself to," She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "admit to it." He continued to rub her back, his fingers stroking up and down her spine. "So i'm sorry; for misleading you. I thought you'd drop it and move on, but I guess you couldn't." Her hands were now in her lap but she'd leant forward to rest her forehead on the back of the sofa. "I'm sorry I did this to you."

House frowned and cursed his bad leg. If it wasn't aching so badly he'd try to pull himself up onto the sofa next to her. "Ducky..." He whispered, trying to get her to turn around to face him. "It's not that I want you to apologize to me, I just wanted you to know that you're not the only one going through this. Yes, it's your life and your pain; but you're in my life, so your pain is mine as well." This got her to sit up and slowly turn around. "I want to be there to help you, but you have to realize that this shit is affecting me too. I just need some reassurance from you every once in a while."

Cameron studied his face through her blurry eyes. "I'm sorry." It seemed to be all she could think of to say anymore.

House furrowed his brows and placed his hand now on her knee. "You know, I'm going to start charging you every time you say that." This got her to laugh and slowly a smile spread across her face.

"Only you could make me laugh over something as serious as this." This caused him to grin naughtily at her. She hadn't expected that expression and felt her eyes growing wide. He stuck his tongue at her, causing her to laugh again and slap him playfully on the shoulder. "Seriously, Greg. You get me to confess something really painful and tell me how I've been ignoring you, and then you look at me like that?"

"I don't do mushy make up scenes." She rolled her eyes and suddenly squealed as he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her off the sofa and on top of him. She'd managed to not land on his leg, which meant she was now sitting on his chest while he lay pinned to the carpet below.

"Brilliant idea. Now what are you going to do, old man?" She pulled herself off his chest but before he could sit up she straddled his waist and held him down. He grinned up at her and placed his hands on her hips once more, this time he pushed her to the right in order to roll on top of her. Only he had forgotten about the coffee table next to them and as she fell sidewise, the leg caught her in the side of the head. There was a moment when he lay there, holding his breath, waiting for her to say something or move.

Cameron hadn't expected hitting the table either and lay on the carpet, stunned. It had hurt, but not as bad as if she'd hit the corner of the table instead. "Why am I always the one getting injured?" She spoke, causing him to release the breath he'd been holding into a laugh. She started to laugh with him and shifted so she wasn't so close to the table anymore. Her head ached but she didn't care, she was more interested in finishing what he had started.

House shook his head in amusement and allowed her to roll him on top of her. He could feel himself growing aroused as his body pressed against hers. "Generally, that's the role of the masochist." Her eyes grew wide again as she gaped at him. The two looked at each other for a second or two before she burst out laughing. He watched her curiously and then decided to quiet her with a kiss. Only, as he brought his face down to hers, his eyes drifted to the carpet where a red stain was slowly growing. "Oh shit." Before she could ask, he had gripped her shoulders and pulled her up into a sitting position. This meant he had to roll off her in order to keep her upright. "You're bleeding."

"What?" She placed her hand behind her head and winced as she touched the spot she'd hit. "Oh shit." She repeated, knowing the feel of blood on her hand all too well. She withdrew it and held it up between them. There wasn't a lot, but enough to cause them to react. He groaned as he made his way to the sofa and sat down on it, turning her back towards him. His hands traveled through her hair until he found the small laceration.

"It's not bad, but might need a stitch or two." He sighed, all excitement having left him as he looked at his injured girlfriend. "At least it's not your nose this time." He grinned as she pulled herself to her feet and glared at him.

"Very funny." She couldn't hide the smirk on her own face as she headed into the bathroom. He could hear the water running for a few minutes then stop. She soon reappeared with a medical kit and a pair of scissors and a towel around her shoulders. He took both the items in her hands and spread his legs so she could fit between them when she sat back on the floor. "Don't cut out too much." She warned.

House wondered how exactly she planned on stopping him if he'd wanted to. "I like your hair." He reassured as he parted it again, finding the wound. It had stopped actively bleeding but looked like it could start again with the slightest jar. He grabbed the base of the hairs around the cut and as gently as he could, snipped them off with the scissors. He had to repeat this a few times before he managed to clear the area completely. "There's only alcohol in here." He frowned as he rummaged through the kit.

"Well, isn't pain also part of being a masochist?" She snorted as she felt him swabbing her scalp. Her body tensed as she heard him sterilizing the suture equipment. It was generally frowned on for doctors to perform these sort of procedures outside of the hospital, but then again, who was really going to stop him? "Nnnnnn" She whimpered as he began to sew up the cut. Luckily, three stitches were enough, and when she heard him place the tools on the table she relaxed.

"Sorry." He apologized again as he re-swabbed the area and placed a piece of gauze on the incision. "Can't tape this though." She placed a hand over it and awkwardly pulled herself to her feet once again. With her other hand she grabbed the metal instruments and brought them into kitchen and tossed them into the garbage. It was hardly following biohazard precautions but it wasn't as if she'd had any other options and it was her own blood.

House watched as she then opened up a cabinet and pulled out a container of coffee. Before she could get any ideas, he was up and limping his way towards her. "What the?" She protested as he pulled the container from her hand. He popped the lid open and handed it back to her.

"Just trying to save an innocent container." He motioned to the hand on her head. "Last time you tried making coffee with one hand, well..." He smirked as she pushed past him towards the machine. "I'm just saying..." He walked up behind her and placed a hand around her torso as she put the coffee maker together. It wasn't quite the end to their conversation he had been expecting, but then again, it could have been a lot worse.