Disclaimer: Ok let's face it- that whole Cuddy/Wilson thing was screwed up, so just forget about it. I may revise the first chapter, but only if I've got enough energy. However, I had a stroke of brilliance and have decided to make Cuddy a big part of the story…oops, I've said too much! So, on with the show. PS- Thanks for all of the reviews- you guys are wicked awesome! (snaps) And, ok, I've never really undergone Physical Therapy before, but some people I know have, so please be forgiving.

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P.Klutz- what kind of person would I be without a lil House/Cam? Huh? Physical Therapy Chapter 2 Cameron sat on the exam room bed, dangling her feet. She looked around the room, realizing she had scarcely been on the sixth floor, and therefore never been in this particular room. The walls were faded blue and white; there was a desk in the corner and children's books in a wicker basket, along with a baby doll with three or four hairs and blue lips, obviously the attempt at lipstick by a five-year-old. Just then the clicked open, and there stood Dr. Arnold.

He was 5'6", hazel eyes, and oak-tree bark colored hair. Perfect.

"He looks like Wilson!" Cameron thought suddenly, and reeled back in disgust.

Dr. Arnold gave her a funny look. "What was that?"

"Oh," Cameron said, realizing what she must have looked like. "Pain in my ankle."

Arnold (as I am going to call him) sat down at the desk and began scribbling something on an important-looking paper. "About you're ankle," he said, not looking up. "How is it?"

"Oh, it hurts."

He gave a small snort. "That's normal, seeing as you've sprained it."

"Right."

"Where is the pain located?"

Cameron pointed. "Around my Achilles, an the ankle bone."

Arnold stopped writing for a second and looked at her, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

" Pretty much all over," she clarified.

"Right." He snapped back to All-Important doctor mode

"Weird." She thought.

"What's the diagnois, doc?" She smiled a bit. Arnold got up and looked closely at her ankle.

"Funny," he said in his voice. His sexy voice.

"Shit!" Cameron thought. "I cannot be attracted to him!"

Carefully, Arnold undid the bandages. Her ankle was red and puffy, with a big purple splotch over the fleshy place between her heel and protruding anklebone. It looked gross.

"Yep, some physical's gonna do you good." He said, examining her ankle like it was a piece of Atlantis someone had dug up.

"When do I start?"

"When the swelling goes down. Or when the bruise goes away. Whatever comes first." He smiled; she giggled. "Shit!" She thought again.

"Can you prescribe any medicine?"

For the second time in three minutes, Dr. Arnold looked utterly confused for a millisecond. Then, "I don't think anything other than Advil. It can make the swelling go down."

Cameron was drooling too much to say, 'duh.'

"So, I guess I can give you this," he said, going to the closet and getting a pair of crutches out. "Instead of this." He took her cane away.

"How do they feel?" He asked, helping her up and into them. They fit perfectly.

"Great!"

"Have you ever used crutches before?"

Cameron wanted desperately to say, "No…teach me!" But she didn't.

"Yeah, a few years ago, I… Never mind." She turned her head away and bit her lip, thinking, "He must think I'm completely incompetent!"

Arnold smiled a toothy smile of bleached- white teeth. "Good. So, you can go."

Cameron didn't want to go, but she took her crutches and left graciously. He stopped her midway through the door by a firm hand on her arm.

"Um…Ms. Cameron?"

"Call me Allison."

"Okay, Allison. I was wondering, if you don't think I'm too much of a creep…would you mind seeing a movie with me sometime?"

Cameron stopped to look into his eyes, hoping for a spark. There was no spark; she didn't fall into his eyes. She wish she could, but there wasn't anything to get lost in…they were hollow.

"Sure, Dr. Arnold."

"Call me Taylor."

"Taylor Arnold. Okay, Taylor. How about…two weeks from Saturday. Maybe my stupid ankle will be better."

"Okay. Sure. Sounds good."

She crutched away. "Later!" She called over her shoulder.

Back in his office, Ryan Enkelmann, aka 'Taylor Arnold', made a phone call as he smirked to himself.

Wow! That added a nifty new twist, didn't it? REVIEW OR DIE! Thanks..