Chapter 50
House was in his office, lying down on the floor with closed eyes, 'Honky Tonk Women' in his ears, Vicodin near his right hand, still filled with 10 pills...but not for long. The red ball near his left hand, his shirt under his head as a pillow. If there was an award for idleness, he'd be the winner. Cameron entered his office smiling and leaned against his desk.
She stared at him. House opened his eyes when the song ended and saw her, smiling.
"We have a patient?".
"No".
"Cuddy is looking for me?".
"No".
"Chase and Foreman are fighting for me?".
"I don't think so" she chuckled amused.
"The Stones have finally decided to do a real tournè?".
"I don't know".
"Are you here to rip off my shirt with your teeth and have sex?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe later..." she winked.
"So?".
"How are you?".
"Starving, but we know that it's your fault".
"Your leg?".
"Attached to the rest" House took some lollipops from his pocket, all red but one yellow. She noted it.
"You must feel really bad" she said amused.
"For this? Naa, this is for you" he offered her the lollipop and she took it smiling.
"Thank you".
"Don't get used. It's a rare event".
"Are you trying to bribe me?".
"No, I know my limits. I know that I'd be totally naked to do it" he smirked.
"You're changing the roles here" she answered smartly.
"Noooo, I'd never dare to piss off my doctor. Even If the thong on you is the best thing that I've ever seen in my life".
Cameron smiled amused "How can I talk with someone who is lying down?" she shook her head.
House put away the CDs near him and she looked at him confused.
"I'm not going to lie down with you".
"What? Are you afraid of not being able to resist me?".
Cameron laid near him, who smiled satisfied. They stayed there in silence, staring at the ceiling and eating their lollipops.
"Can I do something for you?".
"If you're rethinking of you ripping off my shirt with your teeth...".
Cameron shook her head, smiling. He leaned on his elbows and looked at her seriously "It's not enough for me. You have to increase the dosage".
"You don't know it, it's been just 10 hours since I've written your prescription. Have you finished them yet?".
"No, but they're not enough. It hurts".
"Have you tried to think about something else?".
"I can't. I think about all my organs in turn. You know, so they won't be lonely".
"Thank God the leg is a limb".
"I need more, just for the beginning. Then you can decrease it again. But for now, I need more" he begged her.
"If you start with a lower dosage, you'll be able to detox and control your need for Vicodin sooner" she reasoned.
"What kind of therapy is this?".
"I'm the doctor, I do the prescriptions. If you can't stand this situation, you can go downstairs and take your pills".
"You know very well that I can't. Give me those damn pills!" he started to get nervous.
"Don't yell at me! I'm doing this for you, I can't stand to see you in this condition".
"The problem can be easily solved: you've your home" he yelled.
Cameron glared at him and started to get up when he stopped her.
"Sorry...I'm sorry" he muttered, shaking his head.
"Then tell me what you wanted to say with those words! You mean that If we have no sex it's better that I go home? I thought that we'd passed that point now!" she yelled back.
"I didn't say it! It's not about sex...Why are you doing it?" he turned serious again.
"I told you yet! What do you want to hear from me? That I'm doing it because I pity you? So you'll have a good excuse for getting away from me when your leg will be too much? Do you want it?".
"Yes!" he yelled.
"Well, I don't want to disappoint you, but like you made me note a lot of previous times, I'm not a good liar. I won't let you get away from me" Cameron went to the door and House hit the floor with his fist.
"You can't understand how it's hard...and how it hurts..." the last part of his sentence was like a whisper but she heard it. She turned back, hands in pockets while he kept staring at the ceiling.
"Are we talking about the Vicodin or your problem of not being able to trust people? Not trusting me...?".
There was no answer, he kept staring at the ceiling. She sighed and turned to the door.
"How can I trust you when you're the first that don't trust me...?".
"I trust you! The problem is that you want to do this thing by yourself as ever!" she said desperately.
"It's MY leg, it's MY pain. The last people who made decisions on these two things in my place gave me huge disappointments!" he shouted frustrated.
"I don't want to make decisions in your place. I don't want it. I'm telling you that you're not forced to do it by yourself".
"I don't want your pity" he muttered, lowering his head.
"I'm not pitying you. I'm offering you the chance to have me around when you'll need it, but it seems that you don't understand the difference between the two things" Cameron left the office. House still on the floor rubbing his leg, thoughtfully.
TBC...
