Cameron woke to the blaring sound of her bedside alarm. It was five-thirty AM and she had to get ready for work. Her migraine had simmered down to nothing, so that was a plus, however, she was feeling like the dead. She had virtually no sleep what-so-ever, and she hadn't eaten since the previous day's morning. 'The life of a doctor', she spoke softly to herself.

Heading to the bathroom ,she stripped her clothes from her body and turned on the shower tap. Surely a nice warm shower was what she needed. Stepping in, she spent the next few minutes, hoping the shower was going to wash away the sorrow she felt in her heart.

It was a useless effort. She still left horrible, however she knew it was purely her mental anguish was what causing her to feel this way. She got dressed and made herself a coffee. With her hair still wet, she allowed it to air dry and she sipped her warm coffee allowing her to feel the comfort caffeine had often given her.

It wasn't as satisfying as she wanted it to be either. Cameron was still feeling raw. Knowing the emotions she was feeling so strongly at that present time, wasn't going to go away anytime, she didn't know if she could bear seeing Dr. House today, or ever again.

Heading towards her couch, she caught the glimpse of light in the corner of her right eye. walking towards the light, she realized it was just her change from the taxi, however, the ticket she still possessed from their 'date', was right next to it.

Extending her arm, she gripped the ticket and ripped it to shreds, throwing it in the trash next to her. She wasn't going to get over it any time soon. Beside her, her laptop flickered on. 'Must be eight o'clock' she thought to herself. She was about to leave the room and grab her things to leave, when a sudden thought occurred to her. It would only take her a few minutes, and she had that paper with the letter head right next to it. Printer was on. Yes, a few minutes was all she needed, and she would still make it in time for their morning ritual meeting.

Pulling out the chair in front of her, she sat down, opened up the application she needed and proceeded to type away.

She watched as the printer printed her paper out as she grabbed for her bags and headed out of her apartment to hail a cab. She was feeling relieved already.