Having excused herself from the room Cameron started towards the lab leaving Wilson to comfort Mrs Braith. She had given the patient no false hope; she had stated the survival statistics and the ideal treatment leaving Wilson to more fully explain the cancer treatment. She had done what people always encouraged her to do, distance herself from the patient; so why had Wilson looked at her that way as she excused herself. She had smiled and encouraged the patient, being calm and sensible. But you didn't care whether she lived or died…
She shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts that circled her mind like shadows in a drain. Standing by the centrifuge she noticed that it was perfectly calibrated. Someone had been here before her and she clenched her fists, panicked at what she should do next. She had nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. No other way to escape. She stepped up, unclenched and set about recalibrating the calibrated. Funny how things turn out.
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He stood in the shadows watching. Waiting. In order to solve a puzzle you have to see it. Picture it. He cocked his head deep in thought. Allison Cameron was the biggest anomaly he had ever come across; he thought he had her all worked out
"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect. That's why you married a man who was dying of cancer. You don't love, you need. And now that your husband is dead, you're looking for your new charity case. That's why you're going out with me. I'm twice your age, I'm not great looking, I'm not charming, I'm not even nice. What I am is what you need. I'm damaged."
He was so sure, so confident that he had solved the puzzle. All the pieces fitted together flawlessly. I thought I was the only one who lived in shadows. House watched her shake her head and clenche her fists. He knew she would come here and he had made sure that he took away her source of comfort. The Allison Cameron he knew didn't waste her time on pointless tasks; instead she would seek out some thing useful and helpful to do. He had failed once again, she stood there and started the recalibration and he watched on, knowing that once again he had to watch. Wait.
The puzzle will be solved.
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Wilson left the room of his newest patient concerned; she had taken it well enough, Cameron had given her all the facts that she needed in one go- clear, concise and very un-Cameron like. Not that that surprised him anymore. He walked on, not knowing exactly where he was going, just walking, walking, walking.
He stopped at a crossroads in the corridor and stood in the middle of the pathway just looking, listening. The day to day commotion of the hospital continued around him, and nobody noticed the doctor standing looking lost in the place he knew better than his own home. I guess it doesn't always work that way. He continued on his aimless journey coming to a stop some distance behind the man who lay in shadow. Funny how in an artificially lit, sterile clean environment he manages to find the shadows.
He stood and watched House, deep in thought staring into the lab. Wilson could guess what had caught his attention, the puzzle with the pieces missing.
The watcher watches the watcher watches the watched.