Chapter 7

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A few hours after all her tests were completed, Allison lay comfortably in a unit bed. House had pulled some strings (actually threatened some nurses) and had her moved to a bed in their department. She started at the ceiling, realizing how boring it actually was to be a patient in one of these beds. She glanced over at the dripping IV and decided that morphine was her new best friend even though it was making her very dopey.

She started to drift off when there was a knock at the door. House came in holding a file and a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "Hey. Did someone call for a gigolo with a bum leg?" He paused before continuing, eyeing her thoughtfully, "I must say, that is quite a fetish, but I'm not arguing. My rate is $200 for the first hour and $300 for every subsequent hour."

Cameron stared at him, not sure if the morphine was making her hallucinate this strange conversation with her boss. "House? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Whoops, wrong room. Sorry. BUT," he drawled, "Since I'm here..." He looked down at the file in his hand, "It says here that a certain female immunologist is due for her tetanus shot this year and I think this is a perfect opportunity don't you?"

"Uh, okay. Sure." Cameron said suspiciously, half expecting him to disappear in a cloud of smoke. She giggled at the thought.

"So, I see the morphine is kicking in," House smiled, "prescription medication is so much fun isn't it?" He popped a vicodin for to further prove his point. "I'm glad you are hopped up on morphine because your CT scan shows a non-displaced fracture of the left cheek but no concussion. You also have four broken ribs, a fractured wrist and fractured left index finger." He checked the monitor beside her and nodded approvingly, "Your pulse ox is coming back up. The oxygen is working. Do you feel better?"

Cameron nodded, "Very much so. Thanks."

"Good, because this might hurt a little." House jabbed the syringe into her arm before she even knew it was coming.

"OW! Fuck you House!" Cameron rubbed her arm roughly. "That hurt!"

"Wow! Such powerful words coming from such an innocent mouth." House was amused by this new unfettered Cameron. He had spoken with the police officer in the ER who said this was a very violent and traumatic robbery and was wondering how Cameron was holding up. House decided it would be best to keep her calm and "stoned" so she could rest before having to deal with the trauma. He had the nurse give her a large dose of morphine mixed with Ativan to keep the daemons and pain at bay for at least a few hours. He was now considering how he could keep her on these drugs for the long term. He could get used to working with a cursing Cameron, it could really keep him entertained.

"Ha! You have no idea what I've done with this mouth!" Cameron laughed and swatted at the fairy that was flying around her head.

"Okaaay then..." House decided this was his cue to leave. "I'll see you in the morning Cameron." He knew that she would be asleep very soon from the drugs and the fact it was nearly four AM.

"What! You're leaving? The party should just be getting started! Where is everyone by the way?" Cameron was looking around for the little elves that were supposed to be bringing food for the pot-luck.

House followed her eyes around the room, "Um. Who is everyone Cameron?"

"The seven dwarves. Or elves, I don't know." Cameron shook her head in frustration, "Shit. I can't remember." She yawned, "Well I'm tired. Goodnight House." She closed her eyes and was asleep with a few seconds.

House scoffed, wishing he could get the kids in the clinic to fall asleep that fast when he had to pull something foreign out of an orifice. He double checked the IV, making sure she wasn't getting too much of the drugs and turned off the light. On his way back to his office, House stopped at the nurse's station making sure they paged him if anything changed.

The first thing that came to her mind before she even opened her eyes was pain. White, hot pain that smothered her whole body like a blanket. "Owwwwwwww," she moaned and opened her eyes a slit. The light from the window felt like knives driving into her head and she wished someone could shut the bloody blinds.

"Good morning sunshine," she heard a familiar voice say. "You look like crap."

"Foreman could you please shut the blinds and shut up a little?" Cameron licked her dry, cracked lips. "What time is is?"

Pulling the blinds closed Foreman smiled. House told him she would probably be cranky this morning, he was right. "Its just past ten o'clock. I'd say you slept in if you hadn't gotten to sleep before four in the morning." He poured her a glass of ice water and held it up to her lips.

Cameron took an appreciative sip and wiped her mouth. "Thanks." She looked up at him, confused. "Isn't it Saturday? What are you doing here?"

Foreman chuckled, "Well, your mental clarity is good. That is the main reason I'm here." He sat down in the chair beside her bed. "House called me this morning and told me what happened. He wanted me to come in and do a neuro exam, make sure his smartest duckling wasn't brain damaged or anything."

Cameron scoffed, "He didn't say that."

"Well, not in so many words, but he was concerned. Last night you were rambling about elves and I think seeing you like this threw him for a loop." Foreman became serious, "You do look terrible and I mean that as your friend. Can you tell me what happened?" He wanted to get her side of the story before the police came in a took a statement.

She sighed, "It all happened so fast. This guy came in, I didn't see him at first, but he shot the storekeeper. He cornered me and was trying to feel me up..." she trailed off, tears welling in her eyes. "But I fought back and broke his nose. He then tried to strangle me but Jake hit him in the head."

She bolted up in bed, momentarily forgetting about her broken ribs. "Jake! Is he okay?" Tears started pouring down her face from the pain and the image of the little boy lying half dead in her arms.

Foreman pushed her gently back on the bed and rubbed her arm soothingly, "He is going to be fine, so is his mom. They are both in recovery." He wiped the tears from her face and pressed the button on the IV machine, increasing her morphine slightly.

"Thank god. He saved my life." Cameron felt the drug entering her system and her eyes suddenly got heavy again. Blinking to clear them she looked at Foreman, "Thank you for coming to see me. Everyone has been so nice." She knew that several staff members had heard about the incident and they had stopped by throughout the morning. She was too drugged to carry any conversation and she kept slipping in and out of slumber, but she appreciated the kindness.

"You're welcome. You know you are well liked here." Foreman smiled at her, "I also just sent House home for a few hours of sleep, he looked almost as bad as you."

Cameron opened her eyes in surprise. "He was here all night? I figured he would have gone home after he got my tests back." She was touched that House had actually come back in when Cuddy called him and took care of her in the clinic.

"Yeah, he slept in the office. I think he was really worried." Foreman realized that Cameron was falling asleep again so he got up to leave. "Just rest now and we will talk later. You seem to be fine mentally."

"Thanks doc..." Cameron trailed off as she wandered off the dreamland.

T.B.C...