Chapter 5-
"what is that?" House pointed at her hips.
"it's from the fall" she immediately lowered her shirt.
"no, its not" he said firmly.
"yes, it is" she replied.
"the wound was on the left hip; this is the right hip." He indicated.
"yeah, but the glass also cut my right hip" she answered.
"I don't believe you." He said glaring into her dark green eyes.
"well, it's the truth."
"no, you're lying" House scanned her for a tell.
"I'm not. Stop making such a big deal" she said wanting to run.
"I want you in my office now." He commanded.
"no" she said with a shaky voice.
"its either that or you're fired" he said and headed to his office.
Cameron knew she couldn't escape this. She had to prepare herself for that talk. She knew he would figure it out eventually, she just didn't want this happening now. She knew he would be very unsupportive and not caring. She had to go to his office, because sooner or later he would be onto what she had been doing. She headed to his office, while millions of thoughts running through her head. Sweaty hands now becoming drowned with sweat, unsteady breathing making it hard to make a sound and her shaky body making it hard to function. She had arrived to his office and she knew she was doomed.
"Cameron, my beloved duckling." He started.
"you had been a very bad duckling, of course not to anyone else but to yourself. Why is that?" he said in a metaphorical way.
"I haven't—"
"yes, you did, now where do you do it? Is it the arms? Maybe the thighs? Or neither?" he put it to a question.
"I don't" she tried saying but failing with house cutting her off.
"oh drop the act! I know, would you stop acting like an idiot?!" he started shouting.
"I'm sorry" she apologized.
"what are you sorry for?.." he tried sucking the answer out of her.
"I don't know" she was disoriented.
"you do know, you just won't admit it" he stated.
"I don't" she said knowing.
"just admit it or lift up your shirt" he insisted.
"I- I- "she didn't know what to say.
"lift up your shirt or I will" he ordered.
"no" she said.
He began walking to her direction and as he was face to face with her, he lifted her shirt and was shocked. 98,99,100 scars? Maybe more he thought. He saw layers and layers of scars and was frightened almost.
"how... how many?" he asked her.
"I don't know" she answered.
"why would you do that? You're not an idiot obviously" he almost whispered.
She couldn't speak.
"say something for god's sake! Not there is a god" he stopped for a moment to think about his next sentence.
"you have got nothing that will explain this. For god's sake you have everything! You have a job, you're pretty, a family even a social life. You have everything and this is what you're doing. I hired a brat" he said minimizing her pain and suffering he didn't know she had.
She knew he was an anti-social person, but his words burned her insides. She had to get out of there. She stood there for a few seconds digesting his words, and with tears filling her eyes she fled.
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"god Cameron is an idiot" House barged into Wilson's office.
"what did she do?" Wilson asked curiously.
"and she can't even admit that" House continued.
"she can't admit what?" he asked him again.
"she has scars all over her hips, layers of them" House explained.
"she's cutting herself?" he asked him again.
"obviously, such an idiot" he said mockingly.
"where is she?" Wilson now concerned.
"I don't know, she fled before she said anything" he said.
"are you an idiot?" Wilson said grabbing his nose bridge.
"no" house answered to this absurd question.
"apparently you are, you just found out that Cameron is self-destructive and has a past of self-harm and you just called her an idiot?" Wilson was angry.
"yes, because she is" House explained.
"she's not! She is hurting! Would you stop being the sociopath that you are and show her a little humanity? Maybe sympathy?" Wilson raised his voice.
"having humanity is your job, my job is to make sure people are not being idiots" house claimed.
"no, your job is to make people better and especially your team. One of your fellows are probably alone, suffering and even suicidal. Did you think of that or you got busy sticking your head up your ass!?" Wilson now furious.
"she's not gonna off herself" House was trying to convince himself and Wilson.
"maybe she already did! What the hell were you thinking? She's going to just be ok with you invalidating her?" Wilson said and rubbing his temples.
"shit" House almost whispered.
"you and I are going to make sure she has a pulse. and get your shit together! This is not about you!" Wilson demand.
They left the room and headed to Cameron's apartment.
Meanwhile Cameron wasn't even near the apartment. She was running and running and running. She had been running for about 10 minutes without stopping, she didn't even stop for a brief second. She was running as fast as she could, she could feel her legs turning to jelly, it was hard to breath and her heart almost jumping off her chest. But she didn't stop. Even though she was in pain, she was finding it better. that way, she didn't need to think about what happened. The words that house said weren't echoing in her head and when she heard them even for a bit she just ran faster. And there was another good thing to it, she could burn calories, and no one would find her. at least she thought.
Wilson knocked three times on Cameron's door with no answer from the other side.
"hello? Are you there?" Wilson asked but had no answers received.
"hey Cameron! Come out of your hiding" House shouted to the void.
House started looking for Cameron's spare key and when he found it, he unlocked the door but there wasn't a single soul in that apartment.
"great, look at what you did. We have no idea where she is and she's not answering her phone" Wilson was very annoyed and worried.
"don't worry, she's a pussy she would come down from the tree" House teased.
"yeah, but maybe she has a fear of heights and need a firefighter to save her?" Wilson said.
"she will be fine" House tried to remain calm for his friend.
"how can you not care? She could be dead somewhere" Wilson now panicking.
"stop exaggerating."
"fine, but we are going to look for her" Wilson said, and they went to look for her.
Cameron was now feeling faint, and her lower limbs are getting numb. She noticed she recognized that neighborhood, it was her neighborhood. She looked at her watch and noticed she ran 10 miles in 53minutes. She started noticing that every 10 steps her knee would collapse, she was feeling heavy, and her head felt like it was floating. Suddenly she saw two-men, tall and one of them had a cane. Fuck. It was House and Wilson. But she was so weak and felt like she was about to collapse. Her legs started to shake, and she felt drained. And from that moment it was blackout.
House spotted in the corner of his eye a woman fainting on the ground, he immediately turned his head toward her direction, and she looked familiar. He paced to her and saw Cameron on the ground, unconscious.
"found her" House yelled to Wilson's direction.
Wilson looked at him and ran his way to her, he looked at house with a furrowed brow, but it was a concerned look. He checked her pulse, breathing and eyes with his flashlight. And then she started regaining consciousness.
"Cameron?" Wilson said as his way to ask if she was ok.
"where were you?" House asked her.
"I... I was running" Cameron responded still disoriented.
"from what?" House asked sarcastically.
"no one, just running" she was confused by his questions.
"are you ok?" Wilson rechecked.
"I think so" she answered.
"listen I know that it may be hard for you to talk about this, but I would like to offer you help." Wilson started.
"you told him?" Cameron was angry at House spreading her secret.
"yes" he answered directly.
"I can't believe you! Couldn't you just keep your mouth shut for once? God" she snapped.
"it's nothing to be ashamed of Cameron, there are programs, we can get you clean" Wilson was trying to make her feel safe and assured.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm perfectly fine" she insisted.
"we just found you passed out, that is the definition of not fine, you're sick! And stop acting like you don't know anything and you're fine. We're onto what you're doing so stop avoiding" House scolded.
"I still don't know what you're talking about" she remained in character trying desperately to keep her secret.
"come on! Drop the act. You're not fooling anyone" House started to get angry.
"I'm not acting, in fact I am very bad at acting" she claimed.
"ok, then what is that?" house said lifting her shirt revealing her scared skin.
"house!" Wilson yelled at him.
Cameron immediately pulled down her shirt.
"this is from a shattered glass that I fell on, you know the story" she said with her breathing being irregular.
"why are you so eager to keep lying?" House asked her.
"I'm not hiding anything" she said with a calm voice.
"Cameron, we can get you help" Wilson tried to help.
"I don't need help" she insisted.
"then why did we find you here unconscious?" House confronted her.
"I ran 10 miles without drinking" she told.
"why did you?" Wilson asked.
"house was all over me and I needed to run, for some people exercise makes them calm" she said, convincing Wilson with the excuse.
"why were you fricked out about what I said earlier?" house dared her.
"I don't like being asked too many questions" she lied.
"I don't believe you" he said walking away frustrated.
"I don't care if you do" she started running as fast as she could to her apartment.
She couldn't believe how stupid she was. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The words were running through her head. She locked the door leaving the men shocked and unable to enter, still banging on the door for her to open. But she started thinking again. I should have never gone to the cafeteria with him. She was anxious and angry. All she could think of was cutting. She had to do it, and now. She went to her bathroom and took her blade out of the drawer. She started to trace the incisions; she was angry. Without even noticing she was doing it fast and furious. Her cuts were now big and deep. The pain helped with the feeling but not for long. She had to do it again. And again. Once she was done, she noticed how deep the lacerations she cut were. Those will need stiches. She never needed stiches to her cuts. She grabbed her first aid and grabbed the sewing needle and was just about to sew her wounds, but she heard a squeak from her apartment door.
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