Don't Forget To Remember Me
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
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"Do I know you?" asked a very confused Cameron.
"Yes."
"Who are you? Are you my doctor?"
House thought Cameron might have been joking but judging by the tone of her voice she was very serious.
"I'm House, your boss. You know the one you were previously in love with."
"No, I don't remember you. In fact, I don't remember anything. Why am I in the hospital?"
"I'll be right back." House said quickly exiting the room.
"Doctor, Allison Cameron is awake but she doesn't remember anything, at all."
"Ok, let me go see her. It might just be temporary."
"Hi, Allison. How are you feeling?"
"Allison, that's a nice name. Is it mine?" Cameron said obviously confused.
"Yes."
"Doctor, why am I in the hospital?"
"You were in a car accident four days ago."
Cameron suddenly got a very distant look in her eyes.
FLASHBACK:
"Aahh!" Cameron screamed as her car skidded on black ice. She saw the headlights coming towards her. She saw the car collide with hers.
END FLASHBACK
"No, Don't hit me! AAHH!"
"What's happening, Doctor?"
"She is probably having a flashback of the accident. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder can cause vivid flashbacks of the traumatic event."
"What should we do?"
"Try to comfort her. Tell her "it's all over" and "it's okay" things like that."
Without hesitation, House walked over, sat down in the chair, and threw his arms around Cameron whispering reassuring things into her ear. She slowly calmed down. (A/N: OOC. I know but I he is scared. Scared people don't always act like themselves.)
"Now that she is calm, I will go see another patient"
Neither of them moved but both said "Okay."
"I don't know why, but being here, in your arms, feels perfect and ideal." Cameron whispered into House's ear.
"House?"
"Yeah."
"Can you tell me about me?"
"Absolutely. I'll tell you everything I know."
For the next thirty minutes, House told Cameron everything he knew about her and her life. He told stories about work. He even told her about their failed date. He conveniently forgot to tell her she had a dead husband but he didn't want her to get upset. He would tell her if she asked.
"Was I ever married?" She asked.
"Oh no, the question I was dreading." House thought.
"Yes, your husband passed away though. He had cancer."
"Oh, that was probably the man telling me to come to heaven when I was in a coma. I must have loved him a lot. Did I?"
"I didn't know you back then, but probably."
"Do I still love you?"
"I'm not sure, but I love you," was what House wanted to say instead he said "Not sure." He couldn't tell Cameron he loved her. Part of him didn't want her to know.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes!" House's heart screamed. It was now or never.
"Yes, I do. Very much."
"I get this feeling when you're around. It's like butterflies in my stomach. That must be love. So I guess I do love you."
They pulled into a loving embrace. Cameron was now crying tears of joy.
"House, I can't deny these feelings, but how do I know you're the one I love and want to be with if I can't remember you?"
"How do you know I'm not the one if you can't remember me?" (A/N: I paraphrased these last two lines from Days of Our Lives. You will get extra points in my book if you can tell me who said them.)
"I don't know. I also don't know if I'll ever remember. You've told me stories and nothing rings any bells."
"There's something else I can do." House said kissing her softly.
"I remember something."
"What?"
"I remember parts of our date and parts of when we went to see the monster trucks. I also remember kissing some blonde guy."
House knew these were genuine memories because he never told her about the monster trucks or Chase.
"Oh, that was Chase. Funny story." He said starting to tell the story of Cameron's misadventures with Crystal Meth.
"Wow. That was really stupid of me."
"Yeah, it was."
"Is that all you remember?"
"Yeah."
"You have to start somewhere."
"Yeah."
"I have an idea. How about when you get out of here we give our relationship a second chance?"
"I would love that."
A/N: Sorry, this chapter is kind oflong but I couldn't split it anywhere.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is a real disease. I read about it on wikipedia. This story isn't going to be real medical based because I am not good at writing medical stories. Sorry!
Some of the dialogue in this and later chapters is OOC but I have two reasons why:
Cameron waking up from a coma just might be the event that causes House to become happier. He would be extremely relieved and possibly not be his usual sarcastic rude self.
It's very hard to write House like House. I am new to writing fan-fics and I just don't have the right sense of humor to make up funny House-isms.