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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Earlier that evening just before 8:00pm, Chase and Foreman met Wilson outside Cameron's room. She was sitting on the bed and appeared to still be 'out of it.' Chase looked at her but then looked away quickly, afraid she'd see him look at her, for some strange reason.

"Okay, all the paperwork is signed and she's agreed to stay with me tonight. Remember, we'll meet at House's place at nine. Depending on how Cameron feels, she might or might not be with us. But I know what's hers from House's. And I've already got a rental van so that's covered. It should only take us a few hours. And I'll order a pizza when we're done. Gotta feed you two growing boys."

Both men nodded their heads and walked off but Chase caught one more look at her before they turned a corner. She was looking at him this time and it broke his heart. He could see the pain and hurt in her eyes, and the hurt wasn't from taking the meth. It had always been easy for him to read her easily, and this moment was no exception. Chase decided right then and there to do something about it.

Wilson walked into Cameron's room pushing a wheelchair and approached her, grabbing a bag with a few of her things.

"I don't need that," she grumbled as she gave him a dirty look.

"Well, I need my exercise." She reluctantly stood and sat down in it, getting a firm grip on the sides of it. "Are you still dizzy?"

She quietly nodded her head. "A little."

"Well, don't worry. I don't have a date tonight, so it looks like you're it," he teased her as he wheeled her out of the room and down the hall to the elevators.

The two were quiet the whole time he helped her in his car, returned the wheelchair and drove her to his apartment. He had no trouble holding her under his arm as he led her into his place and headed straight for his bedroom.

"Wils…I'm not sleeping with you," she muttered and tried to stop.

"No, no. I'm sleeping on the couch. I'm used to it, anyway. Don't worry, the sheets are clean," he said, trying to be funny but it seemed to fly right over her head.

She grunted as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him and said, "Wilson, thanks."

"Hey, no problem," he answered with a smile. "Now lay down and get some sleep."

He stood watching over her for a few minutes until her breathing was relaxed and she was sleeping peacefully, which surprised him. To Wilson, Cameron seemed to have filled the space in him that longed for a sister, and he liked it. The few times they talked it felt good to be so upfront with someone that didn't make a snarkey comment or scoff at him or made him feel stupid. Yeah, he liked Cameron.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

A few minutes after three in the morning House started coming back around off his Scotch drunk. He was aware of the silence in his room but hadn't yet opened his eyes, he was afraid to. He didn't quite remember what happened hours earlier, but for some reason Angelina came into mind, well, she always did.

He rolled over on his side and only then did he risk opening his eyes. When he did he thought he was in a casket, with linen surrounding him on one side. 'Great, I really did it this time, didn't I. Well, at least it's nice linen,' he thought to himself. Then when his mind cleared (as much as possible with half a bottle of Scotch still in his system) he smiled to himself when he realized he was on the floor and looking at the side of the bed. It was the bed sheet he stared at.

The smile quickly disappeared as he rolled over on his back and tried to sit up. When he did, it felt like his body suddenly stopped but his head kept going. 'Bed spins, God I hate those.'

He remembered making a phone call but couldn't remember who it was. 'Man, I'm thirsty…ugh, and I need to brush my teeth,' he thought to himself. He slowly stood with the aid of the bed and limped to the bathroom, not even turning on the light. He opened the medicine cabinet mirror and reached for the toothbrush and paste, dabbed some on the brush then started to brush his teeth.

The taste in his mouth seemed to overpower him unexpectedly and he grew nauseous, threw the toothbrush in the sink and knelt in front of the toilet. Nothing came out but the fizzly contents of the paste and that only made him sicker. He heaved and belched but only a little liquid came out; he figured he must have gotten rid of some of it earlier.

He put his weight against the toilet and pushed himself up, turning toward the cabinet to rinse out his mouth.

BAAAAMM!

"DAMNIT!" he cursed out loud, rubbing the outside of the right cheek as the corner of the cabinet dug into his cheeks as he stood. He closed his eyes and flicked on the bathroom light, only opening his eyes slowly so they could adjust to the light. He looked in the mirror and already saw a small trickle of blood appear. 'Great,' he thought to himself.

He walked back to the bed, threw the covers back on the bed, laid down and within seconds he was fast asleep again, except this time with a minty fresh mouth.

What he hadn't seen was Laura peering around the corner of the bedroom, watching his every move. She wasn't stalking him, she just wanted to make sure he was still in one piece, which, she was glad to note, he was - or would be eventually.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

It was 7:30 in the morning and Cameron had been up the past few hours, sitting on the bed just thinking; thinking about what a fool she'd been about everything that had happened the past week.

She heard a noise in the kitchen and smelled coffee, and knew she'd have to get up to help the guys move her stuff. Well, her mind was willing but her body didn't seem to be. She stood, a little too quickly but got dizzy, forcing her to sit back down. After a few minutes she composed herself and was able to shuffle into the living room toward the kitchen. She stopped at the doorway and watched Wilson move around in the kitchen, totally oblivious to her.

"Hey, can I have a double cappuccino espresso latte, skim milk, please?" she said with a smile.

He turned around and smiled back at her. "Of course. Come sit down. How are you feeling?"

She slowly walked to the table and sat down heavily. "I'm not sure yet."

He poured her a cup of coffee and set it on the table in front of her then he sat down beside her. "Are you hungry?"

She looked up at him like he was insane. "Heck, no."

"It should only take us a few hours to move your stuff to your apartment, you can stay here and rest," Wilson offered but Cameron objected.

"No, of course not. I did this to myself and I knew I had to move today. I'll come."

"You sure?" Wilson asked concerned.

She nodded her head and sipped her coffee, relishing in the taste of the warmth and caffeine that entered her body.

"After you're done with that we'll leave." Wilson said, and Cameron nodded her head.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

Laura woke up on House's couch at 7:30, bright and cheery. But she'd always woken up that way, except for the nights she was up until 4am loading up the band equipment and headed home when she was with the group. She turned on the t.v. and watched the cartoons, an old past time favorite of hers, which wasn't really the same as watching Scooby Doo originals or Jabber Jaw.

She planned on making breakfast for House when, IF, he woke up. The best thing someone can do after drinking as much as he did was sleep. A little before nine she decided to take a shower and took her duffle bag she'd packed with a few things into the bathroom.

The shower was too short for her but she didn't want to take a long one. She had to keep her ears open to listen for House waking up. She stepped out, rinsed herself off then heard the doorbell chime go off. She grumbled, wrapped a towel around her and headed for the front door.

She peaked through the peep hole and said, "Yes?"

The men and woman standing there looked shocked at first, then the cute blonde one said, with no accent, "Uh, we're here to move some stuff out." She was confused for a minute until the blonde cutie said, "I'm Wilson, this is Chase, Cameron and Foreman. House knows us, I hope."

She smiled at that and opened the door. "Sorry, I just got out of the shower."

The other blonde guy's eyes popped out of his head, the black one elbowed his side and the woman sent death rays at Laura. They quietly walked in and Laura excused herself back to the bathroom.

The group walked to House's room, albeit hesitantly, considering the strange woman was practically naked, and stood aghast. They saw House lying in bed, the sheets in a massive tangle around his body, in nothing but his jockey shorts.