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Thinking
House stood in the elevator. The door had opened, he had entered, and then he just stood not bothering to punch the buttons. He thought of Cameron, Cuddy, the Idiot Patient, and of Chase, replaying the morning in his head. He had surprised himself at the relief he felt when he realized Cameron was going to be okay. Concussions and cuts could heal; bruises would fade away, but Cameron's overwhelming need to help people would never change. Her need to be nice could have had an outcome which House did not want to consider.
Standing, staring blankly into a void, House could feel his elation of having Cameron safely away from the Idiot Patient slowly being replaced…. he realized he was angry. Angry at Chase for hiding in the exam room, angry at the Idiot for attacking Cameron, and to his horror, he was angry at Cameron for putting herself in a position where harm could come to her. She knows drug addiction he told himself, after all she had been secretly seeing him for the last two and a half months and as much as he would have liked to deny it, he knew he was an addict. She knew she should have asked someone else to join her in the room when she realized the kid was several brick shy of a full load. She's just too damn trusting, he thought to himself.
Closing his eyes he tried to remember the scent of her hair and the feel of her skin. Her body pressed hard against his, as she quietly moaned in his ear as his mouth and hands explored her. It was less than two hours since they were making out in the examining room and already he could feel his body ache for a connection to hers. If he thought hard enough, he could feel her touch as she would do something as simple as reach for his arm to gather his attention.
House shut his eyes tighter, willing images and feelings of Cameron to himself. He didn't care which ones they were, erotic moments they had share, Cameron performing simple domestic task such as washing the dishes, or her sleeping quietly. Even an image of Cameron screaming at him in anger was better than the one which would just not escape his mind. The bruised and bloodied Cameron kept knocking all the others away. The Cameron whose hair hung limply, and who walked as if she were a zombie with furious, glazed eyes was screaming in his heart, mind, and soul. The more it screamed, the more he could not push it away, and the angrier he was becoming.
How long he stood there, he really wasn't certain. In fact, it surprised him to discover other people had entered the elevator and the man next to him asking for the second time, 'What floor buddy?' After his mumbled reply, the man had smiled knowingly at him. 'Hospitals are a bitch, aren't they,' he said sadly to House.
House looked at the man for a moment, finally focusing in on his face. 'Yep, they are.'
The doors of the elevator opened, and with a nod to his companion, House stepped onto the floor and headed towards his office.