Cameron woke up with a dry mouth and a headache. This was unusual. Even more unusual however was the fact that she was on the floor of her bedroom; not where she had eventually fallen asleep. She vaguely remembered the odd night she had had, but was still uncertain as to whether it had been a bad dream. She groaned as she got up from the floor, and realised that blood had soaked through the trouser leg and had dried to her skin. Great. If that part had actually happened then oh God…. That was all she needed- to show her boss that she was emotionally incompetent, as well as just damaged.
As she walked out of her room and into the main living area of her tiny apartment she was aware of its emptiness. House wasn't there. Probably ran away. Just as well I guess…Looking up at the clock on the wall she was aware that she should be in work in around ten minutes. Just as well she didn't live too far from the hospital; she could be there in twenty….