-1CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well, fine, he doesn't need to be awake for us to move stuff. Oh, and guys, make as much noise as you can," Wilson said with a laugh. He turned to look at Cameron who had turned ashen.
"Cameron, you don't have to be here," Wilson told her as he saw the confusion, hurt and hatred in her eyes as she stared at House. "You can sit…"
"No, I'm fine," Cameron snapped then turned to grab a box and headed to the kitchen.
Chase and Foreman hadn't yet started to pack anything, as they really didn't know what to pack up yet. Wilson shrugged his shoulders and headed for the kitchen.
"The guys need you to tell them what you need packed." She looked at him, dropped the box and reentered the living room. Just as she did so Laura walked out from the hallway, fully dressed.
"Sorry about that. I'm Laura Walton, an old friend," she said as she extended her hand to each of the new arrivals, all but Cameron, of course.
"But I didn't think House had any fr…," Chase started to say but again Foreman elbowed him because he thought the woman was a hooker.
Laura laughed, as she caught on to their little act. "Yeah, you're right. Friend is a little presumptuous, let's just say we're close acquaintances."
Cameron's eyebrow rose over one eye as she scrutinized Laura. "Well, I'm sure you've done your duty for him, so maybe you should leave now?" Cameron said snottily as she started throwing some books and knick knacks into a box. Laura just stared at her dumbfounded.
"I'm sorry if I've…uh, well, you all are here. I should get going." Laura said as she turned, grabbed her duffle bag and headed to the door.
She reached out for the door and heard from behind her, "You're just gonna kiss and run? Guess I don't have to pay you," House said coyly from the bedroom door, which he was leaning against to keep his balance, as his head was still spinning.
Laura turned around and said, "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm clearly not wanted here."
She turned the doorknob then heard, "Stay, Laura. It's not you that's not welcome," House said as he shot a glance at Cameron, and the look sent shivers down her spine.
"House, we're only helping to move a few thing…," Wilson started to say, while Chase and Foreman remained quietly observing the scene unfold before them.
"Cameron, leave," House said.
She stood her ground and told him, "I'm not leaving until my things are packed. Who knows what you'll keep for yourself."
"Oh, honey," he said insolently, "your pink lace undies don't fit me, anyway. But the red bra, that fits."
Laura tried her best to sneak out of the apartment but House stopped her. He limped slowly toward her, keeping the palm of his hand on his thigh and closed the door. He turned back around and faced the group.
"This is Fifi LaRoo, Cameron, you remember her? The case that nurse wanted me to take? The case you tried to get me to take? She and I, as shocking as it may be to all of you, have been friends a long time, and NO, Cameron, she is not a hooker!"
Immediately Cameron felt her cheeks burn and knew she was beginning to blush, even though she was pale as a ghost.
"Greg, I don't know what the hell is going on here but I'm not too sure I like it," Laura said.
"Oh, well, here's the scoop," House said as he walked to a side table, grabbed his bottle of Vicodin, popped two and replaced it on the table, swallowing two down. "Cammie and I broke up earlier this week and the little girl is all heartbroken and jealous now that I've already found me another woman, a real woman."
"Shut up, House," Cameron spat at him.
"House, this isn't the time or the place for this," Wilson fussed at him.
"Oh, but Jimmie, I've just gotten started!"