Chapter N°6
You thought that he could have been giving you a wide breath…not a chance in hell.
After the rather humorous way he tried to raise your spirit up, you thought that, maybe, he would let you off the hook and foregone the hospital polity for a chance. After all, he does it all the time.
So it had been a kick in the gut when, upon entering the staff room for the differential, you were confronted with a stone faced House and an even colder reply to your subdued 'good morning'
"Get out of there."
It could have been you imagination but still you stopped dead in your track
"What?!"
Your two turncoat aren't even looking at your face and it seems that House is clamming up right after you
"You've heard me. And you know the rules; no need to appear so surprised…or did you though that you could be a 'special case'?"
That's exactly what you have been thinking since yesterday but you're not going to tell him so
"Since when do you care about the protocol? You broke a rule every five minutes or so!!!"
"I do. And that's because I know that whatever shit I pull Cuddy won't fire me. I, on the other end, am going to reduce your record to a bloody mess if you even think to approach this case"
The two idiots have made themselves scarce and you don't think that his eyes should be so hard and so understanding at the same time
"But…"
"No. It's better if you strip off that tag and the coat and go to your daddy's room to play 'grieving family'. You should be a pro at it by now."
It's a low blow if you ever saw one. And you don't care that he is right. Nor that secretly you'd relish the time spent with your father if these are really his last hours. You can only care about the way his eyes avert form you, as in shame, and he gives you his back.
You nod, even if he can't see you, and you turn to make your way to the girl's bathroom: you can't cry, but sure as hell it's going to be good to smash the bin against the wall.
"Cameron?"
You don't stop to listen, but all the same his words ring true in your ears
"I'll come by later to give you some news, ok? Just try to not squeal in girlish delight when you'll see me at your apartment"
You really don't know what to think. Or maybe yes: your mother is at your apartment right now; let's see how he is going to deal with her.
You almost pity him. Almost.