House
He had been doing the torture called clinic duty again when an old man walked into the clinic. His face glistening with sweat and his breathing labored and ragged, he also had almost purple skin.
"I'm sorry … (wheeze) if I'm wasting your time it's just my daughter… (Hacking cough)… was really worried and forced me to come… (wheeze)… and she is really interested in medicine… so I should take her advice," he wheezed and House started to have a look at him.
"Well you have a fairly smart daughter." He complimented with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You have Pneumonia so you will have to stay here a couple of days the nurse here will assist you," indicating the short blonde haired women behind him.
"Can I at least call my daughter to tell her that I won't be back at the hotel tonight?" the man asked his breathing shallow and labored.
"The nurse will do that. Next." House watched as the man was lead from the room. This was going to be a VERY long afternoon he thought.
He was walking down the corridor to check on the old man from that morning when someone bumped into him almost knocking him over. He looked down to see a beautiful young women of about twenty sprawled across the ground in front of him. She was fairly small with slightly wavy brunette hair, porcelain skin and crystal blue eyes and held out his hand to help her up and she took it gratefully.
Cameron
'Briiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiiing, Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!' the phone rang and Cameron raced over to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Nurse Claire from Princeton Placebo Teaching Hospitable. Is this Allison Cameron?"
"Yes. What happened? Is my father ok?"
"Yes, his fine now but he will have to stay here for observation for a few days. He has pneumonia."
"Would it be ok if I visited him now?"
"Yes, that would be fine."
"Thanks, bye!"
"Bye." Cameron hung up the phone a look of worry was plastered across her features and went outside to flag down a taxi.
When she finally got to the hospital she raced across to the front desk.
"May I help you?" the lady at the desk inquired.
"I have come to see my father." She said quickly.
"So your Allison, Claire said you might be visiting. He is on the second floor in room 34." The desk women stated.
"Thank you." She replied and raced down the corridor to see her father. She was almost there when a man stepped out of no where directly in front of her and she ran into him nearly knocking him over as well. She fell backwards and landed painfully on the marble floor. She looked up to ask where the hell he was going when he looked down at her. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, a clear icy blue making it difficult for her to look away again and she saw he was holding out his hand to help her up. She took his hand gratefully when a feeling almost like electricity passed through their hands. 'Ok, this is becoming way to much like a cheesy romance novel,' she thought as she stood up she stood up and dusted herself off.
"Sorry about that, my name is Allison Cameron and I've come to see my father." She said holding out her hand.
"So you are the famous Allison Cameron, Doctor Gregory House and I've come to check on your father," he replied shaking her hand and gesturing to the door said "shall we?" Cameron pushed open the doors and held them open for Greg.
"Cameron is that you?" her father asked.
"Pneumonia affects the brain so he may have a hard time remembering you," House whispered to her.
"I know, I read a book on lung diseases recently." She whispered back. "Yes it is me papa."
"We should talk about that later," he said to her and then said to her father "well you are definitely improving, Claire will check on you again in an hour and you should be free to go on Monday."
"Oh dear, but don't you work in the clinic on weekends?" Her father asked worriedly.
"Well I'm sure Chase can handle it but I will call later," she said sighing.
"Sounds like you aren't looking forward to that much" House observed.
"Well he is arrogant and conceited and after me!" Cameron said as she absently traced circles on the bedside table.
"Well I better get going these clinic can't get better by themselves or aren't willing to try." House joked and he looked over as he heard Cameron laugh and she watched as he left the room.
