Take It All Away
Characters are not mine. Based off the event's of Hunting… I'll be nice and update rather than leave all you nice reviewers on that cliffie
Chapter 6:
The next thing Chase knew he was experiencing the other side of the medical system. Being poked and prodded and all he wanted to do was fall back asleep.
Eventually, after a hefty dose of painkillers, they finally left him alone in the plain white hospital room.
Unbeknownst to him, Cameron sat by his side.
It was several hours later when he awoke, still rather out of it due to the vast amount of Vicodin in his system that he finally began to piece together the reason he was starring at a plaster cast on his leg.
"Damn." He covered his eyes with his arm, leaning back into the hospital bed. He attempted to move his other hand and found it immobile. For a second he thought it was paralyzed, until he saw Cameron, leaning against the side of the bed, her head rested on his arm.
He gently shook her awake. "Wake up, sleepy head." He said.
"You're awake," she jumped.
Chase nodded. "Will you talk to me now?"
She shrugged. "You aren't gonna give up, are you?"
"Not a chance." He replied.
She rolled her eyes. "I didn't think so…"
"Spill it. Why did you run away from me?" he asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Cameron sighed. "I told you that when I was in college I was married, right?" she asked, knowing she had.
He nodded for her to continue. "Thyroid cancer."
"Yeah." She reluctantly continued. "I was pregnant when he died. Three months." She admitted.
He raised an eyebrow. "What happened?" he asked.
She shrugged, wiping a tear from her eye. She'd never told anyone before. "When he died I cried so much, didn't take care of myself. I miscarried. The doctors said I might not be able to carry to term if I did get pregnant again. I was scared when Foreman told me. Scared f what you'd think. How you'd react. Especially if I were to lose the baby" Cameron explained.
He reached over and hugged her. "I wasn't going anywhere." He whispered.
"I know. I was just terrified. It all kinda hit me at once and I escaped everything by running away." She added.
Chase sighed. "Will you come back with me? When they let me outta here. I don't like being on this end of the medical system…" he complained. "And they need to up the morphine."
She laughed. "You look like you need it. You're really pale." She noted.
The EKG machines steady beep had grown less spaced apart, beeping rather consistently now. Tachycardia. "Are you okay?" she asked, he was in pain, she could tell. She reached out to him, her hand on his stomach. "What's wrong?"
He flinched when she touched him, his stomach felt like it was on fire, and the pressure she was putting on it wasn't helping, even if it was only her hand. "Something's wrong." He said through the pain.
And again… I shall be insanely evil and stop there… Mwahaha! Review!