Chapter 1
"The moment he pulled the trigger, was the moment I thought that I would die."
The pain on my side was unbearable, the pain in the neck was stinging. I couldn't remember anything that happened, but the a familiar warming scent was sitting beside me and I urged myself to wake. Then I suddenly realised that if I woke, then the moment could be ruined. I feigned sleep.
For the next 2 days I continued feigning sleep, sometimes actually sleeping. The figure never left my side for over an hour, and for that I was grateful. Suddenly I felt the figure get up and I could hear whispering.
"How is he?" someone inquired.
"The same as he was a few days ago," the voice was sweet and then it struck him, it was Cameron's – no Allison's he mentally corrected himself.
His curiousity won and he opened his eyes. Everything was bright and blurry so he quickly shut them again.
"Did he just open his eyes?" a voice said, and then he remembered it as Wilson's. He felt Allison's figure and scent lean over him so he tried opening his eyes again. The stinging made his eyes water, but the sight of who it was made him leave his eyes on her. Her gaze was sweet and caring.
"Thank god your awake!" Cameron commented delightly. Everything about her was intoxicating, he just wanted to lean forward and kissed her. He tried to speak but all he could do was grunt.
"The bullet pierced your stomach, nicked your bowel and lodged into the posterior rib. The second one went straight through your neck damaging your jugular" She explained. Wilson handed him a cup of water and he tried to pick it up, but his hand wasn't reacting. Cameron took the cup from Wilson and slowly poured water down House's throat. They must have put something in it, because he fell into a peaceful slumber a moment later.
(Waking up, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling he tried to get up. Straight away pain shot through his side and he cringed. Someone comforted him and he opened his eyes. It was Cameron. He was so caught up in the moment of her intoxicating scent, her sweet eyes, her tender lips that he let it slip.
"Allison, I love you," he whispered softly that only she could see. Suddenly she backed away and he slumped back into the bed painfully. His heart stung as he heard those words.
"You evil bastard, I told you I was over you and I want nothing to do with you!" She screamed at him, and with that he ran towards him and slapped him, pain seared through his neck as he turned it from the force of the slap. She ran out and if you were watching the scene very slowly, you could pinpoint the exact time his already broken heart shattered into a million pieces.)