"It Doesn't Hurt To Love"
Chapter Eight- Never Letting Go
Her arms draped over his body. Clinging onto him for dear life. The sun was about to rise over the horizon. House had to get to work. He gave her a peck on thelips, waking her up. Yawning, she rolled over.
"Alright, I'll call Cuddy." He picked up the phone on the nightstand and pretended to dial. "Hello Dr.Cuddy. We can't come into work today. Long night. Full Nudity. Mind-Blowing Sex. Allison is puckered out..."
"I'm up. I'm up" She stretched her arms towards the ceiling "That was outstanding"
"I know. Thats why I am up for ditching work. Oh Please!"
"You would leave Chase and Foreman alone?"
"Hell No. I guess we'll have to finish up later. God, its been so long"
"How long?" she smiled
"Long, lets put it that way."
"Same. I haven't since, I guess Brian. I am not really the sleeping around type. Oh God, its quarter-to-six"
"I get the shower first"
"No you don't. But you can join me. Despite my small apartment, the shower is pretty big"
His eyes lit up. They were both still naked, hidden under the covers. Cameron walked off to the shower. Of course, he stared at her ass. Like a little eager puppy he followed. She smiled as he opened the curtain andclimbed in the shower. He supported his weight against the wall as she washed his hair.In return,House soaped her body giving special attention to her breasts. Laughing she gently pulled him close. They shared a lustful kiss both their hands roaming the others body.
She gave him a ride to work. The couple was actually on time for work. He checked her in, she got his mail.The usual kiss in the elevator. Then they walked in their separate directions. Cameron walked off to find her friend for their usual mourning gossip. Dr.Cuddy was already waiting by Cameron's office.
"How was it?" Cuddy said smiling
"Good. We had a nice time" Cameron unlocked her door, letting them both in.
"What did you do?"
"We had a nice dinner and talked a bit. Remind me never to take his cane again.House gets all defensive. He flipped me over the couch"
"By your happy expression today,I can tellyour not telling the whole story"
Cameron said nothing but smiled
"You slept with him!"
Cameron laughed a bit "It was exhilarating. First we fooled around in the living room.."
Cuddy held out her hand "No details please. I don't want images of House naked haunting me throughout the day"
They both laughed. Looking at the time, they had to get back to treating people. Back to being Doctors.
"Why are you stalking me" House said to Wilson who was close behind.
"How was last night?"
"Great. Why do you care?"
"Greg, all of a sudden you have a social life. Not only am I interested, I demand ever detail."
"I'd rather I leave you in suspense"
"Come on. Greg, what did you do?"
House walked in his office, leaving Wilson outside the door.
"I know what you are wondering. Yes, I did get in her pants" Smiling using that one of a kind House charm, he slammed the Wilson's stunned face.
Turning the corner Cameron was almost knocked down by the rush of doctors frantically rushing a female patient through the halls. Chase grabbed her by the arm dragging her into the medical drama.
"An African American Male. Having Severe Seizures"
"Medical History?"
"Nothing.. we have no records on him. A John Doe"
"Shit. Give him phenobarbital for the seizures.Tell the Nurse Give his fluids when the seizures stop. Monitor him. I'll have to look if they have anything on him."
Cameron spent about twenty minutes haggling with the information desk to look for anything on this guy. A name. His age. Where he lives. The only thing that they could identify him was a scar above his forehead. The nurses came up with nothing. Her search was over when Foreman came into the room.
"Cameron his temperature is rising. He has a high fever. he seizures has stopped but he isn't conscious"
"Meningitis. Lets run some tests to see if it is bacterial or viral"
"No time. The test will take a couple of days, we have hours. Your the immunologist. We need to start treatment."
"I need a second opinion. I'll page House"
House, Cameron, Foreman and Chase all met in the meeting room. It was agreed that it was Meningitis. Bacterial or Viral. He would be cured over time no matter what he had. It was all about diagnosing him.Giving wrong treatment, wouldn't kill him. He would already be dead because of lack of treatment.
"Well Viral is more abundant this time of year" said House
"Yes, but it is easier to treat and progresses a lot slower" said Chase
"If we treat him for the viral, and we are wrong, he will die. If we treat for the bacterial and we are wrong, we still have time" Cameron stated.
"Cameron, no pressure, but you the immunologist. Use your gut feeling" House said looking into her eyes
"I think it is Viral, but if we are wrong, he'll die. Treating for the bacterial will buy us time" said Cameron
"He can die either way if you are wrong. He will have side effects if we are wrong." House was twirling his cane
"Bacterial is the best call" said Foreman
"Then Its decided" Chase said. They all looked to House, who looked to Cameron.
"Start him on the antibiotics" Cameron made her way out the door
Sometimes you just wish you can turn back time. They were wrong. He had Viral. The good news was in was it wasn't progressing fast. Cameron was in the lab looking over some of his results as her beeper beeped. 'Code Blue' By the time she got to the exam room Foreman was already there recording the time of death.
"Antibiotic resistance. It was too much for his body to handle. You did the best you could. We were wrong"
"I was wrong"
"We all were"
"Well I am the only immunologist here. I should of went with my gut"
"It happens Allison. I'll finish up here, your shift is over. Get some rest"
Chase was in the doorway, holding some more of his test results. She grabbed them from his hand. Reading them realizing the dosagewas right. Her diagnosis wasn't.
"Look Cameron. He is a John Doe. No identification" Chase tried to comfort her.
"That doesn't matter! He still had family and friends. A purpose in life" She looked like she was going to cry as she left the room for her office. Grabbing her things she ran off.
"Cuddy, where is Cameron?"
"I don't know. We are looking for her. Chase and Foreman said she ran off. She was really upset because of the patient"
House looked worried as can be "She can be so immature so times. Shit Happens"
"Her car is in the parking lot" Chase said - gasping for air.
"Chase check the 3rd a 4th floor. Foreman please check the Lobby and the 2nd Floor. I'll Check everywhere in between. House..."
"I'll Check the roof, I'll get there before she jumps, hopefully" House couldn't believe the woman he loves is missing and he is cracking jokes. How shallow could he be?
Cameron was huddled up in a small ball. Staring out at the city, cars flying below on the busy streets. The wind blowing past her ear as she held back tears. Everything was on her, she choked. She killed someone. Yes, it has happened before, but it was never entirely her fault. Whistling filled the air. Turning around slowly she saw House's face. The whistling stopped. His expression not happy, not sad. Just blank. He walked over to her, and hoisted himself down. A familiar arm patted her back. Cameron opened her mouth. Words didn't come out. Instead she dove her face into his chest and cried her eyes out. House didn't say anything, he didn't need too. For a good hour, they sat there in total silence. She found comfort in his presence. He carefully helped her up and down back to planet earth. Down the stairs she clung on to him, never wanting to let go.