WOW! I don't own House- HUGE surprise. I don't own any characters, CRAZY, right?
TW: Eating disorders, car crashes, near death, self-harm
Rating: M
Chasteen, or Thirchase, I don't know. Oh and of course a little Cameron jealousy.
Thirteen's eyes slowly fluttered open as she began to regain consciousness. The first thing she felt was a loud, throbbing, pain in the back of her head, which she immediately started responding to in the form of screams of pain. Cameron was outside her ICU room after checking up on her and quickly ran inside. She saw Remy clutching the back of her head and increasing her morphine and removing her tube. It took a little while, but Thirteen calmed down before wiping the tears from her eyes and looking at Cameron.
"Why the hell am I in an ICU bed?"
After taking a deep breath, she replied, "You were in a car crash. Your car was squished between a truck and a pillar inside a tunnel. They had to use the jaws of life to get you out of there. Follow the flashlight for me." She then pulled out a flashlight from her pocket and waved it at Thirteen's eyes.
Thirteen pushed the light away and said "I don't have neurological disabilities! She proceeded to sit up on her bed, only to come dizzying down.
"Okay, calm down. Have some water." Remy pushed the water away and began sitting up, breathing heavily. "Okay, I'm fine, you can go back to your ER now." She said coldly. Cameron looked a little hurt since she cared for Remy, although they didn't talk much. "Remy-", Cameron began, before being cut off by Thirteen. "No. You don't get to call me that," she replied emotionless. "Thirteen- look, I'm sorry, but, I have to be here. You're on a psych hold." Cameron said in an apologetic voice. Thirteen's eyes widened. "What? Do they think I crashed the car on purpose? Do they think that I'm a crazy idiotic dying doctor who has nothing better in life left so smashes her car into a concrete pillar?" She screamed. "No, Re- Thirteen, no. We weighed you, and you were underweight. By 10 pounds. You're on a psych hold for an eating disorder."
Now that was just about the stupidest thing Thirteen had ever heard. An eating disorder? Sure, she was eating a little less, and sure she was exercising more, and sure she was trying not to eat as much as she could stand it, but that's called dieting, right?
"Morning Chase" Foreman greeted. "Morning." Chase smiled back. "Uh- where's Thirteen?" he asked. "I have no idea. She's never late, so I'm a little concerned." Their pagers went off. Images of their co-worker, their friend, in a horrible car crash, dying, instantly flashed through their mind. It took a millisecond for them to glance at one another before bursting out the door, slamming it just as House was about to enter. "Where are you guys off to? We have to sort out my porn and keep the lesbian ones!" He yelled after them, receiving strange glances from everyone else in the hallway. "Thirteen was in a car crash." Foreman turned around and yelled, "Thirteen was in a car crash!", and it took not another word for House to drop the case file, his porn magazines, and his tennis ball, and rush after them to the ICU.
Sorry for the short introductory chapter, I just want to see who would like a second chapter. Let me know in the reviews, and I will write one this week.
-M