-1CHAPTER TEN
Cameron just came around a few minutes after Chase and Foreman left. She remembered hearing their voices but couldn't exactly remember what all they said. All she knew was her head hurt. And her heart hurt. 'Why can't love be easy?'
She slowly opened her eyes and they felt like there was sand in them. She rubbed them, a little too hard as little white dots flittered around in her eyes. She looked down on herself and noticed she was still wearing her work clothes, so it must not have been serious. She felt a prick in her arm and saw the bag of fluid hanging from the I.V. stand.
She sighed heavily and closed her eyes again, her head felt as if it were going to melt into the pillow. She heard feet shuffling in the room that headed for her so she opened her eyes again and saw Wilson standing by the bed, a pretend smile on his face.
"Wow, do I look that bad?" she asked.
"Uh, no, it's just…never mind."
"Wilson, what is it?"
"Nothing serious."
"Come on, I know you well enough to know when something has happened."
He relayed the story of the fight between Chase and Foreman. "You have GOT to be kidding me," was all she said.
Wilson nodded his head. They're in the cafeteria right now."
Cameron hesitated a moment and asked, quietly, "Where's House?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know."
"I've got to move tomorrow and all my stuff is still at House's and…"
"We'll take care of it. I'll speak to Chase and Foreman about helping with your move."
"No, no, I can't ask you guys to do that," she protested.
"Just calm down. I'll talk to the guys and we'll set it up. By the time we are done talking you should be good to get out of here."
"Wilson, I really don't want to be alone tonight." she said with a tone of nervousness.
He nodded his head. "But you know, what you did has still got to be addressed."
She sighed heavily and turned her head toward the window.
"I'll be back, okay? Don't worry about anything," Wilson said with a wink and left her alone.
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Chase and Foreman sat in the cafeteria but neither of them got anything to eat. Chase got coffee to calm his nerves and Foreman got a soda.
"Chase, I think you really should talk to Cameron about how you feel. There's no way she would have 'attacked you' like she did if there wasn't something there."
"Now isn't the best time, not after just leaving House," Foreman stated.
Chase hesitated a moment after he thought about it.
"And you know she can't be alone tonight. Someone will have to watch after her, Foreman continued."
Just then Wilson walked up to the table and took a seat. "Hey, you two got anything planned this weekend?"
"I've got a date," Foreman said quickly, a little too quickly.
"Me, too," Chase chimed in.
Wilson examined them both very closely and ascertained they were both lying. "Chase, meet me in Cameron's room at 8pm. She'll be ready to check out then. Foreman, meet us at House's at 9am tomorrow morning."
Chase frowned at hearing Cameron's name and shuttered inwardly. 'No, I can't. I can't see her tonight. No way.' he thought to himself.
"Great! Then it's all set," Wilson said.
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A half hour later after House got off the phone with Fifi he still lay on his bed when the front door bell chimed. "Commmminnnn," he said, but more to the mattress than he did to the front door. Then there was a loud, persistent banging on the door, with intermittent bell chimes.
"COMMMMINNNN," he repeated.
"Greg! It's Laura! I'm coming in!"
'Good! Finally!' he thought to himself as he rolled over on his side, but ended up flopping onto his back.
He heard her come through the living room and enter his bedroom. "Hiiiii, FeeeeFeeee!" he stuttered, making her stop in mid step and look at him in disgust, but then a smile spread over her face and she approached the bed.
"Greg, have you not learned?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Noppers! Never half, neve' will." He tried to sit up but got dizzy. "…gotta peeeee," he mumbled, looking at Laura unashamed.
"Hey, you're on your own there, buddy! I can't help you there," she shot.
"Then can't you bringgg the toilet here?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, too heavy. But I can get you a bucket."
"oooohooohhhh, gonna beeee…..oohhhhh." And at that House shot up from the bed and ran to the bathroom; without his cane he wobbled, but the pain didn't seem to affect him.
Laura followed him with her eyes and tried not to laugh, remembering all the other times she'd seen him run to the bathroom. She heard a ralphing sound come from the bathroom and she walked in and stood in the doorway.
After a few minutes she grabbed a washcloth, ran it under cold water, approached him then handed it to him. It took him a second to realize it was there. He wiped his lips, chin and sat back, facing the toilet.
"You ready to go back?" she asked.
"eeehhh uuhhhhhnoooo"
"Tough. You can't stay there on the floor. You need to get back to bed to sleep that alcohol off," she said as she approached him, reached down for his hand to grab it. "I won't hurt you. I've picked you up off the floor more than once," she said with a small laugh.
After a few minutes she got him standing, put his arm over her shoulder and walked him to the bed. He flopped down on it hard and fast, making Laura laugh.
"Ok, you gotta undress me, now," he said teasingly.
"Uh, you're the one that's drunk, AND delusional. I'll sleep on the couch. Got a pillow?" But by the time she got the word 'pillow' out he eyes were shut, his right hand curled under his chin and he looked so…so…adorable.
She smiled, grabbed a pillow and walked to the living room, shutting off all the lights on her way. She got settled on the couch and closed her eyes, smiling to herself.
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Ok---next chapter: Where does Cameron stay the night?
And will Fifi be gone in the morning when the gang gets there to move out Camerons' things?