"Alright Allison, I want you to push against my hand with the heel of your foot, okay?" Cameron nodded at the kind nurse, resisting the urge to push against her face with the heel of her godforsaken foot. Concealing a grin, Wilson turned to face the wall as Cameron groaned in pain.
The physical therapy she'd been enduring the last several weeks was helping, but not without cost: the pain alone was almost unbearable and that pain was hardly counter-acted by the lugubrious progress she was making. Having regained almost complete function of only her left arm and leg, Cameron was slowly adapting to the idea of being permanently handicapped. A cruel idea entertained by a deep, masochistic part of her brain, but something to hang onto nonetheless.
"Maybe when you get out, we can be cane buddies!" House had chirped, his voice sickly sweet. Frowning, Wilson had uncharacteristically slapped the back of House's head, the gesture accompanying a horribly obvious eye roll. "Sheesh, I was just trying to help," House whined with mock hurt.
"Yeah, well, do us a favor, and stop," Wilson had responded, crossing his arms across his chest. Furrowing his brow, House had hobbled out of the room, mumbling incoherently.
"You're in a good mood," Cameron said, cocking an eyebrow. Shaking his head, Wilson had avoided eye contact and stared out the window.
"Well, we're done for today. I'll see you tomorrow at the same time?" the nurse asked, as if her patient was going anywhere. Smiling shortly, Cameron tugged the covers back up over her legs and waited for the nurse to leave the room before flopping back and issuing an exasperated sigh.
"She's just trying to help."
"Fuck her." Wilson's mouth dropped open.
"Begpardon?" he slurred, sitting down, still unbelieving that Cameron, his sweet, little Cameron had uttered such a word.
"You heard me, James."
"I know, I just thought that maybe I needed to reconsider otosclerosis in my family's history." Cameron's lip twitched into a smile as she turned her head to face Wilson.
"You should go home, you look terrible."
"Gee, than... you're right. I'll be back in an hour, okay?" he asked as he stood and pulled his coat on. Cameron continued to grin as Wilson placed a soft kiss on her lips and left the room. Switching the TV on, Cameron was soon interrupted by an innocuous rapping on her window. Looking up, she rolled her eyes at House as he clasped his hands together in a begging fashion. Nodding annoyedly, Cameron raised her left hand and ushered him in.
"Oh, thank God," he said, slipping in and snatching the remote from Cameron immediately.
"You're welcome," she reacted sarcastically, leaning back against her pillows.
"I said 'God', not 'Kali'. How was Physical Therapy?" House asked as he tuned the TV to ABC, still five minutes away from General Hospital.
"It was lovely. I'll be running the Boston Marathon next week."
"Doubt it. The Boston Marathon is in April."
"Well, now I have nothing to work towards." House smirked, rolling his head to the side.
"You don't wanna get better for dear ole' Jimmy?" Cameron blushed furiously, averting her gaze.
"Of course I do, it's just..."
"I've been where you are before. View sucks, but at least pithos is on tap."
"I hate sports metaphors," Cameron groaned, staring at the ceiling.
"How are things with the Good Doctor, anyway?" Cameron did her best to control her breathing as House twiddled his thumbs.
"Fine."
"Interesting parallel really. The man accused of attacking you in the first place ends up as your lover. I just..." House trailed off when another nurse pushed open the door. Cameron smiled at the man, Davidé, as he picked up the dead flowers from her bedside and set a new vase down.
"Thanks," she murmured, staring at her hands. Davidé nodded graciously, before regarding House and leaving again.
"Well, he freaks me out," House stated after a long minute. Cameron pursed her lips as she fiddled with a loose string on the quilt draped over the arm of her bed.
"He's a nice enough guy: doesn't say much, which is a nice departure from you, if I do say so."
"So, are you and Wilson gonna get hitched?" Cameron choked back a tiny gasp as she made great strides in the field of quilt unraveling.
"No... what makes you say that?"
"Well, I mean, all of the signs are there. You're heading down the aisle, I just know it! Oh, my little girl is growing u..."
"Shut up, House. Wilson and I aren't getting married."
"Why not?"
"Because, neither one of us is at that point in our lives."
"Oh sure, the old 'we're not ready' excuse."
"House..."
"Is he bad in bed? I mean, not that you know, but I'm sure there's any number of women who could..."
"I'm not in love with Wilson! James," Cameron shouted, correcting herself at the last minute.
"Okay," House stated plainly. Cameron mouthed wordlessly for a long moment.
"That's it?"
"Sh, General Hospital is on."
It was a good thing too, because the next words out of Cameron's mouth would've been "I'm actually in love with you".