Anonymousow: Glad you liked the shower scene. Teehee.
Ilessthreethanyou: Sanity is completely overrated tho!
Nameless: Yeah...I wish this story would never end either. I was crying when I finished writing it. Baha. -ispathetic- They're not really...putting me down. And -epicblush- Thaaanks.
Plethora: Don't die!!! Gosh...I already killed so many ppl in this fic...don't need to be killing ppl outside of it too! Haha. I'd have to add you to my bodycount...which ended up pretty high by the last chapter. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Bigblusky: Well...the accident wasn't /really/ her fault. The other car slid thru the redlight.
Wesley: Ah! There you are! -hugs- That sucks that you were sick. I hope you feel all better! -sends Remy & Cam to fix you up!- Oxygen is overrated anyway. I vote we all breathe helium! Thanks for reviewing, Love.
Ina: Things are about to go even more downhill too.
FocusFire: Now I'm picturing you reading this and making faces that look like that. Lol.
Amazon Life: They'll just have to learn to keep themselves from fighting. Heh. Glad you liked the morning part. Baha. I was afraid it'd sound as awkward as it felt while writing it. xD
Colorbars11: What can I say...I'm a sadistic writer. Bahahaha. -evillaughter- Yay cruel cliffhangers!
So...We keep taking all these breaks between video games. So I thought I'd use my freetime to hit y'all with another update. I'm actually very anxious to get this fic over with so I can focus on a new one I'm doing...(also a Cadley fic).
So...anyway. Here ya go! Review, please! One more chapter after this. I say 'so' too much. x-X
Thirteen had hit her head off the side window and briefly blacked out. She woke up upside down, the car's hood crushed in so it was almost touching her head. She was oblivious to the outside world as she overcame the shock of the crash. It was the sound of Cameron's crying that brought her back to reality. It wasn't even crying. Cameron was practically yelling. She was sobbing Thirteen's name, gasping loudly for air. Turning her head painfully to the side, she cringed upon noticing Cameron was upside down too. Thirteen unbuckled her own seatbelt and fell to an awkward position on the roof of the car. She struggled to sit up then attempted to push the button on Cameron's seatbelt also. It wouldn't budge. "Fuck."
"Cameron. Hey." Thirteen twisted around. "Allison, look at me. Ally, I'm right here." Cameron stared forward with a glassy expression, seeming to look right through her. "Fuck!" Thirteen repeated. She turned and kicked out her window then slid out onto the snow. A cold breeze stung her skin and she left a trail of red across the white ground. She barely noticed she was bleeding.
"Are you okay?!" A man rushed through the broken guardrail and half ran, half slid down the hill their car had tumbled down. "Are you hurt?"
Thirteen ignored him. She didn't have time to deal with the guy who'd hit them just yet. When she did have time, he'd be the one that was hurt. She rounded the car to Cameron's side and grabbed the door handle. Placing her foot on the side of the car, she gave one good pull and it flew open. She was sent tumbling back onto the snow.
"I've had a year in med-school." The man rushed to them and got down on his knees, looking in at Cameron. "Shit."
Thirteen crawled to him and pushed him away. "Keep your year of med-school away from my girlfriend," she spat protectively, "If you want to make yourself useful, call nine-one-one." She knelt by Cameron and placed a hand on the side of her face. "Can you hear me?" She fought off panic when there was no response.
"What's wrong with her?" The man asked with two of the three numbers dialed in his cell phone.
"She's in shock, you idiot," Thirteen answered. "Call the ambulance." She took a few deep breaths then focused her attention back on Cameron. She knew the worst thing you could do was move a person before the EMTs arrived, but she couldn't leave her like that. "I'm right here," Thirteen assured her, trying to calm her down.
Cameron stopped crying out her name, but didn't seem to notice her presence. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead though she looked unfocused. She had a tight grip on her seatbelt, holding it away from her chest as she painfully struggled to get oxygen into her lungs. Her sobs slowly began to reduce to whimpers.
"They said there's a back up and that they're trying to get here as fast as possible," The man said. "A snowplow hit a tree and the road is blocked from one direction. Is there anything I can do?"
Thirteen felt around for her phone and dug it out of her pocket and threw it at him. "Find Gregory House and call him. If he doesn't answer, find Lisa Cuddy." She took her jacket off and put it on the ground beside the car so she wasn't on top of glass then lay down on her stomach to be closer to Cameron. "Allison," she said firmly. "I need something sharp to cut your seatbelt with. Do you have a pocketknife or scissors in your car?" No response.
"Thirteen?" House's voice went through speaker phone.
"Thank God," Thirteen mumbled. This was the first time she was ever so relieved to hear House's voice. "House," she breathed out, her own panic easing.
"Where are you?" House asked slowly. The tone of his voice let her know he could sense something was wrong and now wasn't the time to mess around. "What's that in the background?"
Thirteen knew he was referring to Cameron's whimpering. She looked over at her, pausing when she noticed Cameron's eyes had shifted in the direction of the phone. She was listening to House's voice. "There was an accident," she said quickly. "Cameron's hurt." She snatched the phone back and put it beside her.
"Dr. Hadley?" Cuddy's voice came through the phone next. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Thirteen answered. "Some asshole flipped our car." She didn't care what language she was using with her boss's boss. She had more important things to worry about. "Cameron's hurt and the EMT can't get here. I can't get her out of the car." She hesitated. "What do I do?"
"You sound calm. That's good," Cuddy said. Fortunately, being calm went along with being a doctor. "Tell me what's going on."
Thirteen focused on breathing. "Go check the glove department for a pocketknife or scissors or something," she told the guy before looking at the phone. "The car's upside down. Cameron's in shock and I can't get her seatbelt off. Possible concussion and injured ribs." She reached inside, gently pressing her fingers down her neck then easing her away from the seat as far as she could and feeling down her back. "I don't think she has any spine injuries."
There was commotion in the background and Thirteen could just make out the voices of Chase and Foreman asking if things were okay. "Cameron," House said her name sternly. "Talk to us so they can help you. What hurts?"
"Everything," Cameron choked out. She couldn't tell what parts of her felt worse than the others. "R-Remy," she started crying again.
"Right here, Ally," Thirteen reassured her. She sighed in relief as she watched the guy pull a pocketknife from the glove department.
"Allison, Sweetheart, relax," Cuddy spoke calmly into the phone though her tone was slightly uneasy. "You're going to be fine. Dr. Hadley will help."
"Right now," Thirteen said. She shifted into an awkward position to support her as the knife began sawing against the seatbelt. "Don't let her fall." The seatbelt snapped and the two of them caught her before she could drop, easing her out the door and into an upright position. Thirteen balanced her on her lap, being mindful of her injuries. "This is all my fault," she whispered. "I am so sorry." She carefully ran her fingers through Cameron's hair, brushing it away from her face. Stroking Cameron's cheek, Thirteen tried to get her to look in her direction.
Cameron leaned into her touch and grimaced slightly from the pain then glanced up at her. "Remy," she mumbled.
"Is she out?" Chase spoke into the phone. "Is everything okay?" The next voice was Kutner's. Then Foreman spoke and everyone was trying to talk at once.
Thirteen ignored them. "It's okay," she whispered as Cameron's arms wrapped around her waist and she clung with a death-grip to the back of Thirteen's shirt.
Noticing Cameron shivering, Thirteen wrapped her arms loosely around her, trying to keep her warm without hurting her. She glanced up as the man slipped off his jacket and offered it to them. "Thanks," she whispered. The concern and regret in his eyes made her feel bad for snapping. She had watched the whole thing happening and it hadn't really been his fault. She took the jacket and wrapped it loosely around Cameron. "I am so sorry," she whispered to Cameron.
"I'll give you all my information and pay all the hospital bills. I'm sorry." The man shifted from one foot to another, shaking his head.
Thirteen stared at him then glanced away. She sighed at the ambulance lights on top of the hill then buried her face against Cameron's hair, ignoring the stickiness of the blood.
Cameron's head felt like it was going to explode and each breath she took was more painful than the last. She sunk down against Thirteen, trying to fight off the sick feeling in her stomach. "I d-don't f-feel good," she managed and her entire body went rigid in pain as she gagged.
Before Thirteen had a chance to ease her into a different position, warm stomach acid was already seeping through the front of her shirt. She didn't even care. Her heart was shattering for Cameron. "It's okay. It's because of the concussion." She slowly readjusted Cameron in her arms when her stomach stopped heaving.
It took several moments for the realization that she'd just thrown up all over Thirteen to sink in. "I'm s-sorry." Cameron's shoulders shook harder and she clenched her teeth in pain. She started coughing and attempted to cover her mouth. Pain shot through her chest and she felt like she was choking on air as she tried to apologize again.
"Stop saying you're sorry," Thirteen replied softly. She placed one hand on the back of Cameron's head and gently grasped her hand. "If I don't care that you just threw up on me, I'm not going to care if you're coughing on me. Stop trying to move, Ally, okay?" She stroked her hand with her thumb, letting Cameron dig her nails into her skin. She sighed and watched a stretcher be brought down over the hill.
Cameron sunk against her once more, the pain overwhelming. Her vision went blurry and she whimpered, fighting to keep her eyes open.
"No. No, you need to stay awake." Thirteen patted Cameron's cheek lightly. "Keep your eyes open, Ally. Look at me."
Cameron let her head lull to the side and everything went black.