*Warning: Graphic violence and assault mentioned

Also, I studied up on how police conduct real interviews wit assault victims. I tried to mimic it the best I could. Please be kind.

"That Cameron's?" Foreman asked as House picked up a silver bracelet from the table.

"No," House attempted to slide it on, but it didn't fit. "I'm channeling a new look."

Foreman just laughed.

"She must have left it." House said and bid farewell to both Chase and Foreman. He headed to the women's locker room, hoping Cameron would be there. "Cameron, you left your bracelet." He called. "I'll give it back, but only if you let me wear it for a day." He joked, strolling the room. "Cam-" He started, stopping when he saw the bruised and disheveled form laying on the ground. He threw his cane aside and bent down immediately. "Dr. Cameron?!" She didn't respond.

"I need back up!" House yelled out the door, paging nurses and the emergency team.

The brunette blinked a couple of times. She didn't know where she was. Nothing was familiar, but House. "H-House?"

He went to her side. "We're getting you to a room. Just breathe, try to be calm." He didn't believe the idiotic words that came out of his mouth.

Everything was a rush. She was lifted to a gurney and rolled off the the ER. She tried calling out, "House!"

Despite the pain, House was keeping up with the ER team. He wasn't going to let Cameron be alone.

"The father-" Cameron started, memories slowly coming back to her. "It was him."

"We'll figure it out later, okay?" House insisted. "Right now let's make sure you are okay."

Cameron nodded.

House sat outside the waiting room, wondering what happened to his youngest duckling. He waited for a while before he was allowed in."How are you feeling?" He approached her bedside.

"My head hurts." Cameron said. There was a purple-black bruise about three inches wide on her temple.

"I'll get you some ice."

"No, wait," Allison stopped him. "Please stay with me."

House didn't expect that, but he agreed. "Of course, Allison."

Cameron had fallen asleep, she was exhausted. She hadn't had a good sleep in nearly 24 hours.

House watched her. She was breathing softly, stomach moving up at down. He was there when she woke up, startled. When her breathing rate increased, House stood up. "It's okay, you're safe here." He grabbed her hand. When she had calmed down a considerable bit, he asked, "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

She thought she could feign loss of memory. It would spare her the pain of reliving the experience. However, she knew it would make everything worse. Her attacker would go free. Cameron closed her eyes before speaking up. "I- I was just in the locker room. I thought it was you who came in. But it was him.. Mr.- Dorane. He was yelling, mad that I accused him of abusing Eric." She took a breath before continuing, "He... grabbed me. Then he pushed me down. I must have blacked out because I don't remember what happened before-" It was as if she forgot what she was talking about. "When I woke up, he was- he was on top of me." Her eyes squinted shut and a couple tears fell down her cheeks. "He hit me a couple of times and I- I blacked out again." Cameron felt the tears come harder now. "I don't know if he- if he- did anything else or not." She could hardly say the words.

If he wasn't a doctor, he could feel fine letting her stop there. House didn't want to make her remember. Oh god, no. But, it wasn't a matter of comfort. If Dr. Cameron had been sexually assaulted, there needed to be tests done. "Cameron," He squeezed her hand. "I need you to talk to Dr. Reyes."

Cameron nodded. "I know."

House went to get the other doctor. She would conduct the rape kit and examination. He stepped out as Dr. Reyes stepped in. He couldn't stand Cameron being so helpless and hurt. He wanted to take away all the pain.

Dr. Reyes asked Cameron all of the questions, trying her best to provide her with comfort but professionalization. "Thank you, Dr. Cameron. There are many services at this hospital that can help you. Please reach out to any of the support programs, therapy groups, ..."

The immunologist's mind wandered. She could no longer pay attention to anything. She kept reliving the incident in her mind.

After the examination was complete, House came in per Cameron's request.

She felt so violated. So hurt. It didn't matter if she didn't remember anything, it was the idea of it all. She felt unclean. "Can I take a shower?" She asked quietly.

"Yes," He answered. "Do you want help?"

Cameron realized that she didn't have a clean set of her own clothes. Her previous ones had been taken by Dr. Reyes for examination. Her current clothes were an extra pair of scrubs that were about two sizes too large. "I want different clothes." She murmured.

House relieved himself from the room to Cuddy's office. He knew where Cuddy had an extra pair of clothes, she kept some in her cabinet. House got in and grabbed the clothes- a simple T-shirt and sweatpants. They were there in case she had to spend the entire night at the hospital, a frequent occasion when the team worked on a case that she was in on.

"Here-" He handed the outfit to Cameron. "They're Cuddy's, she won't mind."

The brunette reached out for the clothes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." House nodded. "I'll be here when you get back."

Cameron let the hot water drip down her back. She turned it to the hottest setting, nearly scalding. She grabbed some soap and scrubbed her body. The more she did, the more inclined she felt to get the dirt off. Harder and harder, she rubbed the soap against her bruises. She didn't realize how forceful she was being. Her skin was tomato red, wounds reopened as she scratched at them. She just wanted the filth of him off of her. It didn't matter if she was washing herself with bleach, she could still felt her attacker's breath on her body. Cameron just kept scratching, falling to the floor of the shower, huddled over in tears. Eventually, she stood up, gathering her composure a little. She turned off the water and examined the damage. There was blood flowing down her arms, legs, stomach, and back. Her skin was so red- it would probably blister. She felt so disgusted.

The towel around her turned red with her own blood. The cuts were stinging. She sat down, wrapped in the towel, time passing without her awareness.

Back in the other room, House called Cuddy and told her to come up to the hospital. He knew that it would be vital that a woman complete any following examinations. Cameron would feel more comfortable with that. She agreed to come up immediately.

Dr. House hoped that Cameron was okay. She had been gone for over an hour. He went to check on her. He was careful with his movements, not wanting to scare her. He knocked lightly on the outside door. "Cameron, you okay?" He called.

She didn't hear his call.

He knocked again, waited a couple of minutes, then opened the door. "Dr. Cameron?" He saw part of her brunette hair from the side of the room.

Cameron jumped. She had been zoned out for a long time and House's entrance was the first sound she heard.

"I'm sorry- uh- I was worried about you." He noticed her red towel. "Oh god!" His voice was way more surprised than he had wanted it to sound. He cursed internally. "Is that blood?"

Her eyes were glistening, the pain worse now that she had seen House's reaction to it. "I'm s- I'm sorry. I just wanted it off me. It wouldn't come off." She began sobbing again. Her body began shaking. "I'm sorry, House."

How could she be apologizing to him? There was nothing for her to feel sorry about. "This isn't your fault. Allison, did you do this to yourself, the scratches?"

She nodded.

"Let's get you cleaned up. Cuddy can help you, if you want her to."

Nodding, Cameron tightened the towel around her.

"Cameron-" Dr. Lisa Cuddy stood in the doorway.

"She's going to need her wounds disinfected and bandaged. Why don't you do help her?"

Cuddy nodded. "Of course. Come with me, Allison." The pair walked to a private examination room. She walked her through the process. Even though she knew Cameron had dealt with deep skin wounds, she wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she was doing. Unwrapping the towel, it took everything in her to not gasp. The lesions were deep. She cleaned the wounds. Cameron winced. "I'm sorry."

The worst thing Cuddy had to do was clean the wound on Cameron's inner thigh. It was the deepest. There was no way Cameron had done that to herself; it looked like it was created with a sharp object. Sharper than nails or a scrubbing brush could do. When Cuddy cleaned that particular spot, Cameron instinctively jerked away.

"I'm sorry," She was embarrassed. "I didn't mean-"

"It's alright, Allison," Cuddy ensured. "I can't imagine what you went through. Don't apologize, there's nothing for you to be sorry about, okay? I'm almost done. I just need to wrap them up."

"Mmmk."

Cuddy wrapped all of Cameron's injuries. She gave her the clothes.

When Cameron was dressed, she aided her back to the hallway. They stood in silence for a while, before Cameron said something. "I wanna go home."

"I'm not so sure if-" Cuddy stated, but House took over.

"I think that's fine."

"House-" Cuddy didn't think it was appropriate for someone who was just physically assaulted to go home alone just yet.

House glared at her. "She can go home if she wants to."

Cuddy nodded in defeat. "Whatever you think is best." Normally, she would have pressed more for her opinion, but now wasn't the time.

"I'll drive you." House offered. "If you want me to- or Cuddy?"

"You." She looked at him. "Please."

Cuddy smiled and left, her cue to leave the two alone.

Once they packed Cameron's things, they headed out. "Don't I need to be discharged?"

"Took care of it."

Before they got out the door, they were approached by a police officer. "Dr. Allison Cameron?"

She turned to face him. "Yes?" She tried to sound confident, unbroken.

"I'm Officer Tran, I need to ask you a couple of questions. It will only take a few minutes."

Cameron looked at House and then back at the officer. "Okay."

"Just come with me, ma'am."

House popped a couple Vicodin as soon as Cameron was out of his sight.

Cameron sat in the office, in a chair that felt as cold as ice. She looked down at her feet.

"I want to start off by saying that I am sorry that this happened to you. I want you to tell me everything you can so we can catch the idiot who hurt you. Just know, the more you say, the more we have to go off of. It's also important that you share as much as you want. I know that it may be hard. But, take your time, Dr. I'm only here to help you. Everything you say is confidential. You are safe here, no one can hurt you."

Cameron simply nodded in agreement.

"Tell me, if you can, what happened."

Cameron told the officer exactly what she had told House.

"Do you have any family members or close friends that you want us to contact for you?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, just Dr. House."

"Would you like any water to drink, Dr. Cameron?"

She just shook her head again, "No, thank you."

"Is it okay if I call you Dr. Cameron?"

"That's fine."

"We can take a break if you want. I am not in a rush here."

"I'm fine."

The officer asked some subsequent questions. He ended by giving Cameron a pamphlet of the resources at her disposal. "If you have any questions, you can contact me. Do you have any questions or can I help you in any way?"

Cameron whispered, "No." She wanted to leave, bad.

"We're done. You did really good, Dr. Cameron." He got up, held the door open for her, and they left the room.

The process took more than just a few minutes. Cameron had been in there for half an hour. She basically fell onto House when she left the room. She clung to him.

"You told her it was gonna be a few minutes." House stated angrily when the two came out. Cameron looked worse now then she had before.

"I'm sorry, Dr. House. I needed to get information so we can catch whoever did this to her."

Cameron wiped away at the fresh tears that fell upon her cheeks.

"If you get any new information or have any questions, either of you feel free to contact me." The officer nodded and left.

"I wanna go home." Cameron repeated.

House helped her to the car. The drive to her house was silent. Cameron stared out the window. They finally approached her apartment and House walked her to the door.

"Don't leave me, please." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I won't." House promised.

Cameron went to the kitchen. "I'm gonna make a sandwich, I'm starving. Do you want one?" It was probably the closest thing to normal that she could do.

House couldn't believe that she was offering to make him a sandwich. "I'll make it, you need to get some rest."

"No, it's fine. I want to do it." Cameron insisted. It was good for her to do something for herself.

House knew Allison. She wasn't lying.

She grabbed the pickle jar out of the pantry, but struggled a bit with the lid. She kept trying to open it, but the pain in her wrists and arms stopped her from making much progress. It slipped from her grip and crashed against the floor, glass breaking immediately. "Damn it!" Allison yelled.

House came quickly to her aid, helping her away from the broken glass. "Careful, this way."

"I can't even open a stupid jar of pickles." She felt so small and weak. Her hands were trembling.

House looked at her wrists, blood was soaking through the bandages. She must have been straining really hard. "Come on." He ushered her to the couch. "Where do you keep your bandages?"

"In- in the cabinet in the bathroom." She pointed down the hall.

"Be right back." House reappeared with some gauze. He discarded the old bandage. "Now, sit here. I'm gonna make you a sandwich." House rummaged through the fridge for something good. He wanted Cameron to enjoy this meal. All he saw were health foods and vegetables. "Do you have any bacon in here?"

"There might be some in the fresh drawer." She called back.

All House found was some turkey bacon. "This isn't bacon!"

Cameron laughed, he must have found it. "It is! It's just healthy."

"Then it's not bacon!" House was happy to hear Cameron laugh. "I'm making it for you anyway."

Cameron realized that this was the first positive emotion she had in the last 24 hours. Who knew House making bacon for her was so amusing.

"Eat up." House handed her a plate.

"You didn't get anything?" Of course Cameron would be the one to worry about him.

"Not hungry. I had a big lunch."

She smirked. "You just don't want my food."

"Not true." He laughed.

"So true." She said before taking a bite of sandwich. "Thank you, by the way." When she started eating, she couldn't stop. She hadn't eaten in a while, she had skipped lunch that day to work on Eric's case. She stopped when she realized House was staring at her. "What?"

"Nothing," He just smiled. "I'm just glad to see you feeling better."

Later on that night, House turned on the TV. He thought it was a decent distraction from the day's events. It didn't take long for Cameron to fall asleep. She looked peaceful, but House thought it would be better if she rested on her own bed. It was comfier than the couch. He picked her up, ignoring his bad leg. He gently placed her down and brought the covers up over her body. She looked content. He left her to sleep and decided he should rest himself.

It was approximately 4:00 A.M when House heard Cameron's screams from the bedroom. He thought that might happen and he had wanted to stop it before it even occurred. He rushed over to her. "Cameron, it's okay. You're having a nightmare."

Cameron grabbed for House. He rubbed her back, soothingly. "Shhh." He whispered.

"It felt so real."

"I know, Allison. I know. You're safe here, okay? I'm not leaving." He felt inclined to wipe her tears away. "I'm not leaving." He repeated.

House sat at the end of Cameron's bed until she calmed down. He waited for her to fall back asleep before going back to the couch.

The second half of the night went a lot better than the first. The next time Cameron woke up, it was light outside and she could smell something cooking. It was delightful. Although she had eaten the previous evening, she didn't have nearly enough calories for an entire day. She stepped out of bed, realizing how sore she was. god, she hurt all over. She sauntered to the kitchen, where House was cooking breakfast.

"Mornin', sleepy head." House greeted. "Hungry?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, gracious that he was placing a plate of pancakes in front of her. She didn't wait a second before diving in, shoving forkfuls of pancake into her mouth. It had been a while since Cameron had eaten actual food. She maintained a pretty strict diet of leafy greens, protein, and good fats. She didn't indulge like this very often.

"There's more where that came from." House placed a pile of home-fried potatoes and eggs in front of the other plate. "Eat up."

One couldn't tell from her small figure that she could pack away that much food. "Thanks, House." Allison said, mouth still full of pancake.

"No problem," He sat down across from her. She had gone through three pancakes, two eggs, and a plate of potatoes. "You might wanna slow down."

Cameron looked up at him, almost daring him. "I'm hungry, what can I say?"

When they were done, House cleaned up the dishes.

Sudden dread filled Cameron's stomach when she realized that he would have to the hospital, leaving her there alone. "I'm going back to work today." She stated.

"Like hell you will," House replied. "You're staying her and taking it easy." Any other occasion and House would have mocked her facade of strength. But, he understood that Cameron just wanted to get a sense of control.

"I want to go." She insisted. "You're going..."

"I wasn't just attacked!" House internally took back the accidental reminder. "I'm sorry, Cameron. But, I don't think you should go back to work yet. Why don't we see what Dr. Reyes and Cuddy think."

Cameron sighed. "You didn't care what they thought yesterday when you let me come home."

Her point was valid.

"Can I at least come with you? I don't want to be alone." She looked at House with her puppy dog eyes, and he knew he lost the battle.

"Okay, fine. You can come. Just, take it easy, alright?"

She nodded.