Author's Note: This is a H/C story that picks up where the season finale left us. A few things: House is in the ICU, the guy who shot him wasn't caught and House never requested Ketamine. You may review if you wish but that doesn't matter to me as much as I just hope you enjoy the story!
Additional Note: This chapter is very short, I apologize. Next ones will be much longer but I need to go to bed now (nothing like getting a fanfics idea at 12:30 in the morning.)
Chapter 1
Cameron once overheard House telling Stacey that people sit as close as they can to the operating room because they feel the closer they are, the more they care. Another jibe against patients and their families, but at this moment in time, she can't get close enough to the room where her boss lays naked and bloodied and fighting for his very survival.
All the previous adrenaline coursing through her blood has dissipated, leaving her with a heavy and devastated weight resting on her shoulders. She knows that shock will come later; probably leaving her in a shuddering, tearful puddle, but now as she sits in this waiting room, all she feels is empty.
His blood stains her hands and lab coat but she knows she can't trust her weak legs to carry her to the bathroom; so there she sits with her arms wrapped around herself, the blood a constant reminder of the evil that lurked these halls only minutes ago.
"He'll be fine. You know House; he is too damn stubborn to give up. I bet you twenty dollars he will be torturing the nurses and all of us in a matter of hours." Foreman was pacing the floor of the surgical waiting room, trying to inject some normality and reassurance into the grim situation.
"Yeah, I'll take your bet and raise you forty that he will go through at least four nurses by lunch." Chase said, producing the bills from his pocket.
"Deal. Cameron, you want to raise the stakes?"
She glared at them, anger now raging in her eyes. "No! I can't believe you two would actually bet on a situation like this! It is mortifying!" Her rage quickly dried up the jelly in her legs and she stalked out of the room leaving the two doctors feeling guilty.
"I guess we should go apologize." Foreman said dejectedly, "I suppose that was rather callous."
"And you think House would do anything different if the roles were reversed for either you or me? Give her time to clear her head, she'll be back."
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