13: Oh, hush. It's your fault I'm too distracted by chatting to write updates. xP j/k Isn't ironic is has /bears/ on the bottle? Baha.
Ilessthree: You'll find out next chapt about Batman. Keep in mind, he's a superhero, right?
Chase: Pritty Hairs. xP We don't need a high dog running around. I'm sure we all have our hands full enough with you! And LOL. I'd know who you were no matter what name you use if you type "braindeadz" at the end.
Bleedlikeme: Thanks. Wilson is...interesting to write after how many chapts of the same two POVs.
Miralinda: Wilson /would/ take good care of 'em. Teehee.
Floating: I RP w/ several Wilsons and they always have that guardian angel complex. It's fun including that in my fic.
Bigblusky: Haha. I plan on next chapt being Wilson's POV again so we can get some Wilson/Vet humor.
8Bonnie: Thank you!
Esuedros: Wow. Must have taken you forever to reread the entire thing. o.o It takes me forever when I just skim over it just to make sure I'm not making huge mistakes. And I'm feeling slightly better, thanks!
Mm: Wilson is equal to amazing.
Jungle: Wilson is a superhero too. He can be Batman's sidekick.
Esuedros (again xD): Your questions will be answered in this chapt and in the next one.
YDPP: K. I'll just go with it. xD Glad you liked Wilson's POV. It'll be his POV next chapter too so we can deal w/ Batman and the vet. I'm purposely ignoring your end note. xP
Shan: Who says Thirteen is going to freak out? Haha.
Charmed: I'm feeling a bit better, thanks.
Shelby: Thank you!
W.S.C.: Thank you!
Loves: Thanks so much!
Cameron's POV:
The loud roar of the vacuum cleaner keeps you tossing and turning on the bed. Eyelids drooping, you flop over onto your back and drape your arm across your face as your other arm rests over your stomach. Thoughts of moving bounce around in your head, but you're too exhausted to really focus on them. Every time you try to focus on something, your mind wanders and ends up blank. Sighing, you pull your legs up so your knees are slightly bent and your feet are flat on the bed then sprawl your arms out beside you. Tilting your head to face the door, you wait for the noise in the living room to stop.
After what feels like an hour, but in reality is probably only fifteen minutes, you push yourself up on your elbows. It can't take that long to suck up some glass and crushed pills. You lift one hand to rub your face then push yourself the rest of the way up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed.
"Remy, are you done with the vacuum?" You can't get your voice loud enough to a point where you think she might hear you. Heaving an exhausted sigh, you get to your feet and use the nightstand to steady yourself until a wave of dizziness passes. With your head starting to pound from the noise interrupting your sleep, you slide your arms around yourself and slowly pad toward the living room.
The vacuum is lying unattended on its back in the middle of the room. After a moment of staring, your gaze shifts to the chair where Remy is sitting hunched over with her face hidden against one hand as her casted hand tries to hold a paper towel against her foot. Pursing your lips together to form a straight line, you watch as her shoulders almost vibrate. You lean down and pull the vacuum's plug out of the wall. She stops crying as if on cue.
"You're just trying to cut off all your limbs now, aren't you?" you murmur, trying to calm her now as you kneel in front of her. "At least you're making sure I don't forget how to work in the ER."
"I really fucked it all up," she chokes, letting your hand replace hers in holding the paper towel against the cut. "I fucked everything up."
"You made a mistake," you whisper, wiping the dried blood off her fingers with a corner of the paper towel. "We're both overwhelmed." The part of your mind reminding you how extreme her mistake was gets blocked out for now. Wilson would support you in your decision to try to trust her again. He was the one who encouraged you to try. "You're human; it happens." Pulling the paper towel back, you make sure she's not bleeding anymore then toss it on the stand beside the shard of glass at fault for the cut.
You get to your feet and walk out to the kitchen, digging through the medicine cabinet until you find a bottle of the Aleve. You dump out four pills onto the counter then recap the bottle and place it back where it belongs. Half afraid you're going to break more glass, you grab a plastic cup from the cupboard and fill it with water. Willing yourself not to feel sick again, you use half of it to wash down two of the pills then carry the cup and other two pills into the living room.
"You're never going to forget what I did to you," she whispers. She lowers her hand from her face and wipes at her nose with the back of it. "Making you try to kill your baby, cheating on you…" Her voice trails off and she takes the pills from you then uses the rest of the water to wash them down before placing the cup on the stand.
"Probably not," you agree, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. You walk over to the couch, pulling the blanket off the back of it. "But with everything else you're doing for me, I know you'd never mean to hurt me, so I can forgive you." You drape the blanket over your arms then walk back over to the chair. "Forgive me for breaking your lamp?" you ask, crawling up onto the chair beside her.
"I don't care about the lamp," she answers, taking the blanket and spreading it out. "It was five dollars at a yard sale nearly two years ago. Even if it was fifty dollars, I'd still forgive you." She sighs and leans her head back against the chair, looking up at the ceiling. "If I were you, I would have broken more than a lamp. The entire apartment would probably be in shambles right now."
Reaching over the arm of the chair, you fumble along the side of it for a moment before pulling the lever and reclining the back. "It doesn't matter." You stare up at the ceiling too, counting all the tiles in silence. "Can…can I ask you something?" you ask after a bit, hesitatingly glancing at her. "Something important?"
"Yeah." She nods and turns her head to face you, her cheek resting against your forehead. "Of course."
"Wilson said we can move in with him for awhile." It's not really a question, but you weren't sure how else to present it. "I…I really want to."
Letting out a long breath, she pinches the bridge of her nose. "After what I did, I don't want to stay here either," she admits. "Why not your apartment, Allie? We'll have more privacy. It'll be more-"
"I feel safer with you and Wilson," you cut her off, wrapping your arms around yourself. "You'll be able to have time to yourself and I won't have to be all alone or find someone to stay with. It really felt like he wouldn't mind if we stayed with him." Your eyes are beginning to droop again and your roll on your side, trying to ignore the discomfort caused by the amount of bare skin you're pressed up against as you inch closer to her. "Please…"
"I can't make that decision like this," she answers. "Not when I'm this exhausted. I need to sleep on it; I need to think about it."
"We can think about it when we wake up," you answer. If it turns out to be a huge discussion, you're not up for that at the moment anyway. Closing your eyes, you press your face against her collarbone and slowly pull her arm around you.
She sniffles then lets out a slow breath. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did," she whispers. "I…I love you, Allison."
"I know," you mumble in response, beginning to drift off. "I love you too."
She tucks her face against your hair and plays with the hem of your shirt. "Maybe I can learn to love the baby too."
"I hope so," you murmur, voice slurred with sleep. "The baby will love you, Remy. I'm sure it already does."