Nine months later she delivered a beautiful baby girl. Two days after that she gave her for adoption, the most difficult thing she ever had to do during her short life.
Her existence since that moment became meaningless, to say the least. Without the support from her parents, without the help from her friends, without the love from a man, she stayed most of the following days on her dorm crying several hours in a row. She was all alone in a world that doesn't tolerate weakness.
Cameron's pain only got eased several months later, when she met a man that was a fellow student at the college she chose to pursue a career as a doctor.
This man knew her reputation as an easy girl, but he never cared about that. He was so much in love with her that one time he had to punch a guy that was making an abrupt move on her, an act of passion that became the dean's basis to suspend him for a period of two weeks.
That situation marked the turning point in Allison Cameron's life. She fell for her protector after that event, marrying him almost two weeks later; she was in the right path to recover her willing to live, she could finally feel some happiness again.
But the marriage wasn't going to last very long…
Even though he told Cameron that he had an incurable disease that was overriding his body, she didn't backed out from her original intentions. If the man she loved was going to die in less than a year, then she would make sure that he would have a memorable time.
Cameron wasn't going to let him die alone in a room hospital.
She never looked at another man after his funeral; his memory was still present in her life. That changed after she met him, Dr. Gregory House, a man that was so devastated by his past that she could feel his sadness around her, making her fall in love again.
"Are you waiting for a bus or something? You've been standing there for almost ten minutes," said House with an empty expression on his face.
"I was just looking at you, wondering what you were thinking," said Cameron with a gloomy smile.
"Bad move, Cameron, not even God wants to know what I'm thinking; my thoughts scare him."
Cameron grabbed a sheet from the bed to cover her naked body, walking slowly to the sofa where Gregory House was to sit next to him.
"You don't need to punish yourself every time we make love, House, you haven't committed any crime."
She fought her instinct to put one of her hands on his shoulder; he didn't like human contact very much.
"Actually you are wrong, Cameron, I have to do this, I feel like I've just abused a little child."
"I'm no child, House, I'm a grown up that knows exactly what she's doing."
House didn't look at her beautiful face. He was fascinated by the rain that was knocking heavily on the living room window.
"You don't know what you are doing, Cameron, you are just living in a fantasy, a fable created by your brain to convince you that this is the ideal life for you," mumbled House with remorse.