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Chapter 45
House had been stumbling from the bathroom to the couch all afternoon, throwing up his soul. He had not considered this possibility when he took the Rymadil. He was feeling awful.
He was lying on the couch now, staring at the bathroom door, no, he had nothing left to throw up. He wanted to get up, or rather, he wanted to gather the strengths to get up, get to the bathroom, take off his clothes and take a shower, then eat Chinese dinner ordered ten minutes ago.
'Ok, let's get up...' he thought.
He clung to the back of the couch, appealing to his strength of will, and he stood up.
"Great, we're going great".
He picked up the cane from the coffee table in front of him and turned toward the bathroom.
"Let's go".
Maybe there were a few feet between he and the bathroom but it was like in the movies when the street in front of you never ends. Same feeling.
When he returned in the living room, he sat on the couch, his head began to spin and he rubbed his eyes. He turned the TV on when someone knocked at the door.
"Good, now I'll have something to throw up in half an hour" he stood up, directed to the door, he took the money from the wallet when they knocked at the door again.
"A moment! I'm a cripple!".
He went to the door and started to insult in Korean the delivery guy "-Korean language-" [= "I'm a cripple! Idiot asshole!"] he opened the door and realized that the delivery guy, besides not being Korean, was not even a guy...He was so similar to his immunologist.
He stared at her with his eyes clouded by migraine and fatigue "Your house is not this one, you know?".
"I have to tell you something".
"I don't have the strength to speak or listen..." and he tried to close the door but Cameron proved to be very combative, blocking it with her foot.
"But you have the strenght to say something in wathever absurd language was that" she said tiredly.
"It's Korean".
"Good, very good" she pushed him away with her arm and entered the apartment without difficulty. Since he had no forces to oppose, he looked at her incredulously.
"I would say that you also have the strength to listen, If can think in another language" she stopped in the living room, hands on hips.
He stared at her grimacing, walking very slowly to her.
"I came to give you these, from Cuddy, not me. I don't agree" she handed him the Vicodin but he didn't smile with satisfaction.
He just took them and put them in his pocket "Well, now that you've done your duty as a nurse, you can leave. You know the way out. Tell her I feel great and that my liver was missing it" House went to the bathroom.
"I'm not leaving, I have to tell you something!".
He turned nervously "Go away, ok! ? And don't yell, my head is killing me!" he said loudly.
"Next time why don't you try the drugs for primates? ! They should work in your case!".
"Perfect, now that you've said yours too clever joke, get out of my sight!" he opened the door, making a sign for her to leave, but she sat on the piano stool.
"No, I want to talk".
He shut the door loudly "I'm going to take a shower" and he went to the bathroom as quickly as possible.
She followed him "I have to talk and you are going to take a shower? !".
"Believe me, I need it" he went into the bathroom while she stopped at the door "You can't come in here, sorry. Stacy took about two months for having free access to all the aparment. I don't even have seen you naked yet. So, sorry" and he shut the door in her face.
"I'm not kidding, House! I have to talk to you!" and she heard him locking the door.
House turned on the water in the shower, taking off his t-shirt.
"House?".
"Oh Lord, you still there?" he took off his jeans and swallowed a Vicodin, savoring that feeling again.
"And I'll be here until you talk to me!" she yelled.
"Well, you can stay there and wait for hours. I'm very vain and demanding in skin care! While you are waiting, why don't you open the frontdoor and go back to wherever you came from or wherever you live! ?".
Silence.
He took off his boxers, grabbed the phial from the sink and went in the shower. He closed his eyes, feeling the Vicodin kicking in.
'God...Better than sex...' he thought.
He opened his eyes suddenly, not knowing why, or rather he knew perfectly well why. That thought had led automatically to another...
Cameron.
'Shit...'.
He had to think of how to get rid of her since his longest shower lasted fifteen minutes...Except for that time with Stacy...Of which he didn't remember for how long.
A smirk appeared on his face as he rinsed his hair and then frowned.
'No wait, it was not a shower...It was a tub...But not this one...'.
He twisted his mouth with his hands on the wall.
'Where the hell I was? Why I'm remembering Jimmy?...This thing is scary...'.
He turned off the water and soap himself, continuing to think but stopped for a few moments before turning on the water again.
'I was with Stacy, no doubt...I think...Why I'm thinking of Jimmy? !...Maybe I was in a hotel, or maybe it was...Hey? !'.
His stream of thoughts on something completely useless to remember was blocked because of a noise from the frontdoor...Shutting...
'Shit, she's gone? !'.
He turned off the water, still half soaped, grabbed the towel hanging out of the shower, because the robe was too far away, he took his cane from the sink, risking to break his neck because of the wet floor and forcefully he grabbed the door handle without remembering to have locked it before, because he never did that. Well, he'd not have minded If she had entered. It was a shame that she didn't know about the other door in the bedroom...Unlocking the door, he limped out of the bathroom and turned the corner going to the door...He was lucky to be able not to collide with her.
He hadn't had time to search for his slippers, indeed, very likely, he didn't even have a pair of slippers. He wasn't sure.
She turned to him the moment he was about to fall on her. They stood there like two idiots, staring at each other for a while, House leaned against the door as If it was the most normal thing in the world, regardless of the fact of being half-naked.
Cameron was totally disoriented, not knowing what to say or do "They kept knocking at the door" and she showed him a paper bag "I guess this is your dinner".
He nodded like an idiot, thinking of an excuse to justify his recent entrance like Risky Business but without the singing, the white shirt, sunglasses and socks...
She smirked "I thought you didn't mind If I went away...".
"I finished taking a shower and got out, that's all" he tried to justify.
"And do you always get out of the shower half-soaped?".
"Yes...".
'Great excuse? !' he thought.
'Why are you staring at him? ! Ok, count to three, say goodbye and go away: one, two and three' she thought.
She hesitated for a moment as House didn't move, his face expressionless.
"Well, it's late, we'll talk tomorrow. It was nothing important" she said.
"Ok...".
'Ok? ! What the fuck I'm saying? !'.
Cameron opened the door, turning back to him and handing him the bag "Sorry, your dinner".
He shook his head "Oh, thank you" he reached out to take the bag, meeting inevitably her hand.
Wet skin against warm skin, she closed her eyes as a reflex. Neither, in spite of this, was letting go the bag...
Well, what happened next had nothing to do with the rational reasoning of two adults.
TBC...
