Chapter 2 –
After 30 seconds of her being out she regained consciousness and when she opened her eyes, she saw house looking at her and seemed almost... concerned? It can't be. House is not like that.
"slow down" he said to her as she straightened.
"what happened?" she asked.
"you fainted but I'm not sure yet." He said.
"I'm so sorry I must've fell asleep" she said in a shaky voice.
"no, you didn't. you were unresponsive. Some say it happens when you faint." He said in a sarcastic way to make things a little less tense.
"I'm just dehydrated" she said trying to avoid the situation.
"well, you should drink and eat something to avoid you falling into someone else's arms in the middle of the conversation which by the way, rude" he said in a very house like tone.
"well, I'm going to the cafeteria" she said.
"great, I'm hungry. I'm coming with" he said.
And with that they went to the cafeteria. She took a kind bar and a bottle of water and ate it while he was scanning her every whim and move.
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A few days later they had a patient that had a tumor on her left kidney, so house sent Camron to consult with Wilson. As she walked her way to his office, she felt lightheaded and her legs were shaking, she opened the office door as Wilson noticed something is off.
"hey Doctor Camron, what are you doing here?" he said while scanning her top to bottom as he noticed her legs and a look of concern surrounded his face.
"house sent me. We have a patient with a tumor on her left kidney and it could be cancerous, so we wanted to consult with you" she said as a wave of dizziness and nausea had swing by for a visit.
"are you ok? Your legs are shaking, and you look a bit pale" he said with concern and worry for the young doctor.
"don't worry I'm ok, can we focus on the patient?" she said with her voice sounding weak and softer than it ever was.
"yeah... whoa" he said as she grabbed the chair next to her for support and leaned forward while putting two fingers on her temple and rubbing it. He stood up fast to help her straighten.
"I'm fine Wilson. Let's go back to the patient" she said annoyed.
"you are certainly not fine. Sit down I'm going to check your vitals."
without even being able to resist he put her finger into the pulse oximetry, his jaw dropped when he saw that she had a pulse of 44 and bp of 46/89.
"how... why..." he said stuttering.
"it doesn't make sense" she said shocked.
"I think we should go to run some tests on you."
"no! I mean it won't be necessary." She said as she pulled her finger out of the equipment and headed for the door, but then the world become blurry, and she fainted.
"Doctor Camron? Doctor Camron!" he opened the door and yelled.
"I need a crash cart in here stat!" he shouted with a look of a mouse looking at a car coming toward him. Since the diagnostics department was a few feet away the men that worked with her went outside to see what was going on and saw Camron on the floor.
"what is going on?" foreman said on his way to Wilson's office.
"I have no idea" Wilson said still shocked from the incident.
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As she regained consciousness, she noticed house sitting there next to her. She realized she was in a hospital bed and she tried to get up as fast as she could.
"easy easy, you don't want to make your little spinning head spin." House said.
"what am I doing here?" she asked.
"you have bradycardia, low blood pressure, you're hypoglycemic and oh you fainted and scared the shit out of Wilson" he said while squinting his eyes at her.
"just give me Fludrocortisone, atropine and I'll eat some Oreos" she said.
"yeah yeah yeah now I need to take your blood" he said with a serious face.
"why?" she asked, knowing she was safe since she takes vitamins and nutritional supplements.
"just testing" he said.
"okay" and he took her blood and sent it to the lab.
The results came back normal, so he had no clue what was going on.
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31, 32, 33, 34, 34, 35, 36, 3... there was a knock on the door when Alison was doing her pushups. It was a familiar knock, wood tapping on wood. It was house. What does he want now? As she opened the door, she was surprised that not only house was there but Wilson as well.
"hey, what are you two doing here? Its Sunday" she asked, confusion on her face.
"just here to check by, we have some roasted chicken and potatoes would you care to join us?" Wilson asked.
"I'm a bit under the weather today, I was just heading to take a nap" she said knowing they wouldn't suspect anything. I mean, everyone gets a bit under the weather from time to time right?
"oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to bring you some chicken soup later?" Wilson said with his puppy eyes.
"no, it's ok, a friend of mine is bringing me some later" she said.
"you sure you don't want?" he asked again.
"yes, but thank you" she said calmly and added a little cough to make it seem realistic.
"let me check you" house said.
"why?" she was confused.
"because... I'm a doctor you know, it's what I do" he said sarcastically.
"well, I'm a doctor as well and I think I only have a case of the rhinovirus. How thrilling and exciting is that?" she said in a cheery voice.
"ok then, should I be expecting you tomorrow?" he asked.
"maybe, but thanks for the visit" she greeted them and closed the door with relive. That was stressful. And she continued her workout.
As house and Wilson had walked to their car they were confused. How come she gets sick so often? Why does she act like it's not a big deal and why is she trying to hide it?
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The next day came and Camron didn't feel so good. Her body was tired, her eyes had dark circles under them, and she felt like the weight of the world was on her body. So, since she already made it quite clear she was sick she called in sick and took the day off.
It was 5pm and she finally had woken up from her beauty sleep and she decided since she wasn't feeling so great, she should eat something, she opened her fridge and took a parfait from a few days ago. She ate it but then started going again and again and again for more. 10 minutes later she came back to life to see she ate 6 muffins, a Krispy crème donut, a full packet of m&m's, half a loaf of bread and a ben & jerry's cookie dough ice cream. She felt her stomach and it felt pregnant, she felt nauseous and guilty and disgusting and absolutely mortified. It was like a blackout and like time did not occur at those moments. But she was exhausted. She knew it would be good for her to leave the food in her stomach, but she was too nauseous. She had to relief her guilt and nausea. She went to the bathroom; 4 fingers were sticked down her throat. She vomited half of what she ate because deep down she knew she needed it. It was ugly, her eyes were puffy, her throat throbbed, her fingers with vomit and nostrils with vomit and pieces of corn from the night before. She sat there for about 30 minutes before she went to clean up the mess. She finished cleaning before she heard a knock on the door.
"who is it?" she asked.
"it's foreman and chase" foreman said.
"we heard you're sick" chase added.
She opened her door and the look on their face was worry.
"have you been throwing up?" foreman asked.
"yes, how do you know?" she asked.
"your eyes are puffy and I'm pretty sure that's vomit on your shirt" he said.
"well, I have food poisoning" she replied.
"can we come in?" foreman asked.
"yeah, I guess" she said.
"is there anything we can do to help?" chase asked.
"I don't know" she said.
"we brought you some soup" chase said.
"thank you, you shouldn't have" she said while smiling.
"it's nothing. we heard you were sick, so we wanted to help" foreman added.
They sat there for twenty minutes until they left.
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The next day came and Camron had to go to work. She took antihistamine for the predicted dizzy spells and took with her Advil incase. She entered the diagnostics department and started going through the usual pile of mail that was now even more busy since her day off. An hour later house came in and started.
"hello there sick woman" he started.
"hello to you to house" she greeted him.
"how is your food poisoning?" he said it like he knew she was lying.
"chase told you huh" she claimed.
"yes... this wombat has a big mouth you know" he said sarcastically.
"well, I'm just fine for now" she said.
"great. Hopefully, you won't get sick anymore" he said.
"hopefully" she continued and with that the conversation ended.
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Camron was in the lab and Wilson came in and said from the door-
"hey, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm much better thank you" she responded.
"I'm going to eat lunch would you like to join me?" he asked politely.
"I'm still nauseous from the food poisoning so I'm not sure" she said knowing she couldn't let herself eat after the binge of yesterday, and especially not in front of someone. Eating with someone for her felt like singing naked in front of millions.
"well if you're still nauseous then you can get some soup."
"I think I'm going to eat later. I want to wait until the nausea is gone. But thanks for the offer" she told him.
"ok then. I'll see you around" and he left the room.
Once he was out of site, she let a big sigh and was relived, she was finished with the lab and headed toward the diagnostics department and sat in a chair.
"so... what's the results?" house asked her.
"he tested positive for bacterial meningitis" she stated.
"then go put him on ceftriaxone" he ordered.
"already did" she said.
"great. You look famished did you eat lunch?" he remarked.
"yes, did you?"
"obviously" and while he said that he left the room to Wilson's office and of course opened it as loudly as possible.
"what do you want house I've got a headache" Wilson said.
"how are your dying bald kids doing?" he tried to annoy him.
"still dying" he said while letting a big breath out.
"what's up with Camron?" Wilson asked.
"what happened?" house questioned him.
"she seemed off" Wilson responded.
"what do you mean by off?" house wondered.
"I don't know, something is off."
And with that house left the room.
What is going on with his little duckling? What was he missing? How could she hide something from him? He was considering the fact that she was self-destructive but didn't want to believe that. Camron can't be self-destructive, I mean she is so fuzzy, warm, kindhearted, caring, optimistic and just like a human teddy bear. She can't be hurting that badly, can't she?
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Camron was on her way home when she started remembering things from her past that helped her calm down and she needed that so badly since she was under so much stress, but she couldn't. she cannot destroy all those years of fighting to be clean. But she needed it so badly! and it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time would it? When she came home, she opened her bathroom drawer and picked up a tiny little box. She opened the box and took what she had kept for a special moment that she desperately needed it. It was a razor blade. A sharp flat razor blade. She washed it to make sure she wouldn't get an infection and lowered her skirt to her knees. Looked at the previous scars that were marked permanently on her skin and traced her finger on her marked memories, that were now printed on her like a piece of paper showing every event that was devastating for her. She got into her biggest scar, the one that had been marked when her husband died. It was an awful reminder that had now been going over and over her head. Once she started remembering she could not stop. She remembered all those times that house was talking about how stupid she was for getting married to a dying man with a death sentence and took the razor and started cutting and tearing her skin into half. "you knew he was going to die so why so stupidly did you merry him" words that house said were on repeat in her head and consumed her entirely. She started thinking, how could I be so stupid? I am such an idiot. I am such a fool. And with every single type of thought like that another scar was created. After finishing with her slip up she putted rubbing alcohol and bandages on her open wounds. With every single burn that she felt from the skin touching the bandage she became calm. The pain was her way to forget about everything.
As the next morning came Camron got up to get ready. The previous night was on her mind and she could not believe that she slipped. She wanted to take it back but what happened had happened.
As she was getting ready, she noticed a slight flinch she did when she walked because of the bandage touching her still opened wounds, which is completely normal to flinch when you're hurt since she is a human being but very odd for it to happen without any reason to begin with such as if someone who does not know about the recent event and especially house since he is like a human detector. But she already had her history around how to hide it, so she didn't totally freak out and her empty stomach gave her some comfort so she wasn't as stressed as she was supposed to be which was great, since being stressed can lead to more suspicion. She put on blue pants and a white t-shirt and headed to work.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter I know I did writing it.
After I read it, it is a bit messy but I tried to make things a bit more interesting and added self-harm into it since I know a lot of ppl struggle with it, and I hope I made a good example of that. I would really appreciate if you commented what you liked and what I can improve for the next chapter. Love you guys !