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Dealing
The week had flew by for both Cameron and House. They hadn't spoken to each other since that night and Cameron had every intention of keeping it that way. Friday morning had came, the day she would go in to collect her belongings from the office. She had already told Cuddy that she was leaving, Cuddy insisted that she at least give two weeks notice, but Cameron told her that she wouldn't be able to stick around that long because of personal reason, and that she really didn't want to go into details. Cuddy reluctantly agreed, saying her fair wells. Cameron new that she would miss working there, but she had to move on from House and the only way to do that would be to get as far away from him as fate would allow. And apparently fate was in Seattle, Cameron had a friend from med school who worked at a prestigious Hospital in Seattle with a job opening and it was hers if she wanted it. The pay was even a little more. She was all set, just finding a place to live would be her last worry, beside saying good bye to her colleagues.
"What?" Foreman and Chase said in unison. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Cameron quitting, what had brought this? They knew something was up when she hadn't shown for a couple of days, but they thought she might have been sick. Nothing would have ever lead them to think that she was leaving.
"It's a decision that I have made...to better myself" she said, not giving them anything of what had happened between her and House. "I'll miss you two the most" she said, giving them both individual hugs.
"I doubt that, I think House is the one you'll miss the most" Foreman said elbowing Chase in the rib to imply the crush that She had on House that the whole hospital knew about. Raising his eyebrows up and down for effect.
"Um...No" she said coldly and left it at that. She had already put her belongings into two cardboard boxes and they sat on her soon to be old desk. She turned and took a last look at House's office it was vacant. She hadn't even seen a glimpse of him anywhere in the hospital as she went around saying good byes. She even bid fair well to Stacy, who seemed a little to happy to hear that Cameron was leaving. But Cameron instinctively knew why.
Maybe it was for the best that she didn't see House on her last day she told her self that she was going to avoid him anyway for her healing process. It just felt weird being in the hospital office and not having him there with his usual sarcasm.
"We'll miss you Cameron" Chase said giving her one last hug as she walked toward the door. Foreman was behind her, hands filled with her two boxes. He had volunteered to take them to her car. As they walked they talked about their good memories, all of which Cameron couldn't help but noticed involved Gregory House. Was she doing the right thing? Leaving? Of course she was just because her memories of this hospital all involved him doesn't mean she won't be able to make new ones with out him in her new environment in Seattle. Reaching her car she opened the back door so that foreman could sild the boxes in. She then gave him one last hug and entering the drivers seat. Foreman told her to keep in touch and she promised that she would. Then drove off making her way to her apartment to finish her packing.
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House had decided not to come into work that Friday. He really didn't want to see Cameron, after all this time of her chasing him he now wanted her more than ever. And the pain was unbearable. This was even worse than when Stacy had left him, he never knew that a pain could be worse than that. He sat at home with his usual vicodin and bottle of vodka, taking the two together. If he died right then he wouldn't care. He knew right then when he sat there that Cameron was at the hospital gathering the last of her things and that killed him. Every inch of him was in pain, he didn't even notice the usual pain in his leg. He was hoping the vicodin would help, but unfortunately vicodin doesn't cure a broken heart.
"Dammit, Greg" he scolded him self. He really didn't know why his mind told him to do certain things. He wished that he would have just followed his heart when it came to Cameron, but he was just too stubborn. The pain he felt almost brought him to tears, but he wouldn't even cry in front of himself. Show no emotion, so that you won't get hurt, that's what his mind had always told him. Except for the fact that he was hurting right now.
All House could think about was the passionate night that he had spent with Cameron, just a week ago. He looked in the direction of his bedroom, just remembering how she felt between him and his bed. He was in heaven that night, only to be awakened by his mind. A mind that would never grant him happiness. He was now in hell, a painful hell that he would never be free of. Unless he was able to go back to heaven, in Cameron's arms. He looked at the clock and thought about going to the hospital just to have one last look at her, one last good bye. But of course his mind got the better of him and instead he laid on his couch, vodka in hand and dozed off...
Upon awakening House immediate look at the clock, it was five pm. He had slept through the day, and he had an urge to see Cameron and his mind was not going to stop him. He moved off of the couch as fast as he could. He was already fully dressed just incase he had decided to go to the hospital that day. To his surprised Cuddy hadn't called him, and he didn't want to jinx it by thinking about it. He headed out of his house and got into his car. As he drove he had realized that she was probably no longer at the hospital but at her apartment. What was to come of him after he was there he had no clue.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Cameron Lay around her apartment just thinking of the job that awaited her in Seattle. She knew she should have been packing but she still had to days yet to get that done. As of right know she just wanted to relax and try her hardest not to think about House, which was not working so well. How was she ever going to get over him if he was always on her mind? She never knew that dealing with pain could be so hard.
The door bell rang, She was expecting that Wilson would be stopping by because they really didn't get a proper goodbye since he was running off to a patient in need. As she fixed her hair and turned the door handle the last person who she expected to see was behind the door.
"House?"
to be continued...