'You can go' Cameron said, everyone else had left to do their jobs but Wilson was still sitting by her bedside. She was now sitting up a little straighter and looked more alert than she had.
'I'm okay' he said 'besides… I want to talk to you'
'Yeah' Cameron said
'It's about…' he hesitated not wanting to cause her panic or something like that 'about Clark' he finished. There… there it was again, her muscles tensed and her eyes clouded over, she looked as if she were trying to block something out. He leaned a bit closer
'Stop me if I'm prying but… what happened between you two? And I know something happened'
'It… it's a… a long story' she stuttered as she tried to shake off the feeling of foreboding every time she thought of Clark.
'You don't have to' he said, Cameron met his eyes
'can it wait?' Wilson smiled slightly
'sure' he said and stood up 'you should rest' and he turned to leave. He had reached the door when she called him back
'Wilson,' he turned around with his hand on the doorknob, Cameron took a deep breath and began to speak. 'It was in tenth grade' Wilson shut the door and doubled back to his seat by her bed.
'Um… Clark was the… the new kid, everybody teased him because he, at the time, was quite um… peculiar. Wore black and lots of chains, that kind of guy, but he was brilliant, straight A student all the time and he was cool with himself. One day in Biology our teacher paired us for a project and we started hanging out. On a very regular basis, having lunch together always partnering together seeing movies, strictly as friends but um, things started to get weird.' She took a breath and glanced up to Wilson before continuing 'I noticed he would keep glancing at my chest and using every moment he could to touch me and it started to weird me out, then he asked me out on a date and I… well I turned him down. We stopped talking for a week or so, avoided one another in the halls, ate lunch with different people. Then our Social teacher assigned a project and he apologized to me for asking me out and for being weird and all the stuff he'd done over the past week and asked me to be his partner. I trusted him and did like him for a person so I agreed.
'Our school had three levels, kindergarten to grade six was downstairs, grades seven to twelve and the gym were on the main floor and above that was an enormous library and the old observatory that got turned into like a break room with tables and comfy chairs to eat lunch and hang out in free periods. So generally it was pretty quiet upstairs all the time.' Wilson could tell she was getting to the painful part because she was going off on a tangent with her story.
'Anyway, we went up the library to study for this project and um… this was after school and he started acting weird again and um… I said we should call it quits for that night and he uh… he…' she looked over to Wilson, her eyes were shinning now with desperately held back
'I get it' Wilson said, a look of relief swept her face
'Thank you' she said
'Did you ever tell anyone?' Cameron shook her head
'We were practically inseparable, no one would believe me'
'Your parents?' she shook her head and looked up again.
'I haven't told anyone but you' she whispered. There was a long silence in which Cameron tried to stifle her tears, she felt Wilson's hand fall across her shoulder and the sheets tighten as he sat on the edge of the bed.
'I don't know what to say but your safe' he said 'your safe here, he can't get you.' She raised her good arm and took his hand,
There was a moment of silence then Wilson leaned in and gently wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into a hug. She breathed in his scent and said
'Thank you'. She supposed it was the touch that was calming her down, the fact that even if she closed her eyes she could still feel someone there. He pulled back
'I haven't done anything' Wilson said with a small smile.
'You've done more than you know.'
Wilson exited the room a few minutes later and closed the door behind him. As soon as he turned around he was nearly tripped by a cane, House had come around the corner and stuck out his cane catching Wilson in the stomach. He rolled his eyes'What do you want House?' he said
'You know' he said stepping around in front of Wilson 'every woman has a very distinct smell. For instance Cuddy always smells like some sort of musky perfume and the nurses always smell like sterilizer and Cameron smells like vanilla, shampoo or something.'
'Is there a point to this?' Wilson said
'Well I'm pretty sure you wont smell like Vanilla anything so, why do you? Getting up close and personal?'
'I gave her a hug to make her feel better' Wilson replied pushing Houses cane out of his way and walking forwards.
'Now why would you have to do that?' He asked not letting Wilson leave
'Because she was upset!' Wilson said turning around
'Why?'
'Because she was just shot, House, what is the point of this interrogation?'
'She told you something that I might need to know, what was it?'
'You don't need to know' Wilson said dropping his head and crossing his arms
'Ah, so she did tell you something'
'Yeah and I'm not going to tell you.' He turned on his heel and began to stride
'But I wanna know!' House said in a very fake whiny voice
Wilson wheeled around 'Well I'm not going to betray her privacy and her trust because you're curious about her personal life,' he began to turn back around 'if you want to find out, ask her yourself.' And with that he turned and strode away.