The next day, at 5: 04 PM
Cameron paced to the East wall of her room, then turned 180 degrees, and then paced to the West. She repeated this, thinking, thinking, and thinking some more.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!" She felt like Henry Higgins, from My Fair Lady
Gregory House had gotten her into a moral dilemma. Choice number one, go back to the hospital and be mostly happy, knowing she could never be with him. Choice number two, don't go back to the hospital, transfer to Alaska and find a nice Inuit boy her own age she could get married, and then have lovely little Inuit children.
Somehow, she liked repenting and going back better.
But this was impossible! What the hell was the point of going back to the hospital if she wasn't going to be truly happy?
At least that way, she'd be a little happy. A little is better than not at all.
Cameron stopped pacing out of fear she was going to wear a hole right through her floor. She switched on the TV. The news was on, but today it had nothing to do with Princeton- Plainsboro. That depressed her for some reason.
Pros and Cons. Pros and Cons. The ex- doctor ran to her kitchen and grabbed piece of ugly personal stationary. On it, Cameron made a list.
PROS OF GOING BACK:
House.
Having a job she already knew she would like.
Foreman and Chase.
"That can't be all. Can it?" Cameron asked her self. When she had started, it seemed like there were a million reasons why going back was an awesome idea. But Cameron could think of few now.
Cameron tried to convince her self that it all broke down to the fact that she simply wanted her old job back. It wasn't about House at all!
Was it?
No!
It was to a certain extent it was, she thought. But this is much more of an 'Allison' thing.
I want to see Foreman and Chase. I miss Wilson and Cuddy.
Well, maybe not Cuddy. But she did miss Wilson.
I miss the coffee from the lounge.
But I do NOT miss House. He's a jerk.
Not true.
Yes, it is!
Cameron could not believe it. She was actually having an argument with herself! She was going crazy over a stupid job!
Well, that was it. She had had enough of herself. (If that made any sense at all.) Cameron was going to get her job back, and that was that.
She sprinted to her room, still wearing too- big blue plaid pajama bottoms (that said "CUTE" on the butt) and a light pink camisole. There was no time to put up her hair, take a shower, or anything like that. Cameron wanted her job back, and she wanted it back NOW!
House stared out the window at the clouds gathering overhead. Rain. He hated rain. It meant that the ground would be slick, and his cane would probably slip on his way out to his car. Perfect. It had not been a good week at all.
"Dr. House? Are you listening?"
House snapped back to attention. There was a blonde girl, standing before him, wearing a skimpy top and pants that looked more like denim- colored tights than actual jeans.
"No. But I am now." He said, tilting his head to look at her.
"Good, because I've got a problem." The girl said. She had short blonde hair and looked to be about 17 years old, but her papers stated she was a senior at Princeton. More of a woman than a girl.
"Lots of our patients have problems. That's why they come here." House said, not looking up from Redford, Vanessa's papers.
Vanessa ignored him. "Okay, when I got up this morning, and about, like, 40 seconds after I got dressed, I start to feel this tingling in my toes, and then my whole foot just, goes to sleep! Then, it happened to the other one. So, it's really hard to walk and I can't figure out what the problem is." She stuck out her foot. "My toes swelled up and I havta wear flip flops cuz they don't fit into my Pumas." It was true; her toes were slightly swollen and faintly blue and purple. It wasn't extremely noticeable, but you could tell something was amiss.
House started at the feet for a long time, racking his brain for the cause of this strange coloration. He asked her to roll up her pants, revealing her calves to be reddening and puffy looking.
"What the hell?" He said to himself.
"That's exactly what I said!" Vanessa exclaimed.
Finally, House gave up. He reached for the phone to call Dr. Wilson, but he heard a familiar voice behind him before he could pick up the reciver.
"Greg?" The voice was eerily calm. It was Cameron.
"You're name's Greg?" Vanessa asked, but her existence was irrelevant to House, as long as Cameron was there.
"Cameron." It wasn't a question. House knew who Cameron was.
