Author Note: New chapter! Ok. This chapter will be rough! Iam warning you now! Poor Hannah will be put in a bad situation but just trust me and have an open mind! I am currently writing the second half of the chapter now ..
02 27 06 : updated come of the wording and fixed some errors with the story
Disclaimer: House MD and Fox do not belong to me
Chapter 20: A Mother's Terror Part 1: It Begins
Friday October 20, 2006
Hannah stood just outside the art gallery that was located at her high school. She ran her fingers through her long auburn hair and tugged impatiently on the loose waves. She was a bundle of nerves and her best friend wasn't helping matters. To top off all her worries, she had an ugly bruise on her cheek. True to Foreman's word no less.
"God! It's taking her forever!" Hannah whined too herself, "It's just two stupid paintings."
Hannah wasn't aware of the person sneaking up behind her. In a bold move, the person put his arm around her neck and pulled her to him. A strong scent of Curve flooded her senses and she knew exactly who it was.
"If you want to keep that arm, I would move it." Hannah said, to the only person who would have the guts to put his arm anywhere near her.
"Now, now Hannah be nice. I'm just coming to congratulate you on your paintings. They are perfect, just like you." Dylan replied smoothly to her, while not moving his arms.
"Why do I sense that you are lying through your teeth?" Hannah said while glaring at him.
Dylan took his hand from her and turned to face her with mock hurt on his face. "You wound me. Do you actually think I would do that to you?"
For a few minutes, he looked at her with his head slightly cocked to the side. He tentatively reached his hand out and slightly touched her cheek. An odd expression came across his face. "What happened to you?"
Hannah jerked her head away and looked up at him. "I had an argument with a shoulder. And for the answer to you're question, it's yes. I do think you would do that to me."
"Well, let me make it up to you. I'm having a party on Saturday. I already know that Lila is staying over at your house, why don't you and my sister come? We can even say it's a congratulations for winning the Art Competition." Dylan said, while putting his hands in front of him in a pleading manner. "You can even be my date."
All Hannah could do was stare at him in shock. "You, you actually think that would make it up to me? How would me going to a party with you actually make me feel better? I'm surprised that you even have the time to make room for me in your schedule." She was just about to again when she heard a high shrill voice cut through the clutter in front of the gallery.
"Dylan! Dylan! Oh, there you are." Called a tall blonde as she fluttered up to him and tried to loop her arm in his. "What's wrong Dylan? Is this person bothering you?" The blonde looked at her with a look of disgust while Dylan just stared at her.
"No, Darcy. I was just wasting my time." Dylan said, to the girl while looking at Hannah. The look he gave her wasn't the playful look that normally filled his eyes. It almost looked like she had hurt him.
Hannah watched him leave with his bimbo but couldn't shake the feeling of regret that she felt. 'Regret?' she thought to herself. She shook her head and turned to the art gallery. She looked at her shoes and sighed, Lila was taking a long time in there.
She smiled when a shadow came to stand in front of her. When she looked up, she smiled brightly, thinking it was Lila. She was shocked when she saw the tall form of a boy in front of her. He had dark brown hair that fell just right under his chin. His eyes were a light hazel color, which held a slight cold-ness to them.
"Hi." The boy greeted her with a slight wave of his hand.
"Um hello." Hannah replied back to him. In the back of her head she recognized this person. "Are you in one of my classes?"
"Yeah. We're in art together. I'm Michael by the way." He said, as he reached for her hand. "Look, I have to get to class but I was wondering if you were going to the party this weekend?"
"I wasn't planning on it." Hannah said, not looking at him. When she turned her head, she saw Dylan with some of his friends standing around him. "You know what, on second thought. I'll go with you. I will have a friend with me, will that be ok?"
"Sure, I can call you tonight and pick you and you're friend up." He said, as he reached in his pocket to get his phone.
"That sounds fine." Hannah said. She gave him her phone number and looked slightly passed him. Lila was walking up to her. "My friend is here now, but I will see you tomorrow. It was nice meeting you."
Hannah smiled brightly at him and waved goodbye.
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Hannah jogged up to Lila and took a long look at her friend. No smiling, no disgust, no nothing. Crest fallen, Hannah looked towards the gallery and sighed. Maybe it wouldn't win the competition anyways. She really wanted to show her mom and dad a winning painting. But mostly her mom, she did after all paint it for her. It was even named after her.
Lost in her gloomy thoughts, she didn't even notice Lila come to stand beside her with a thoughtful look on her face.
"I'm just wondering where you are going to put the trophy in that little apartment you have, since you will have to have room for the two paintings and two trophies."
Hannah looked towards her with a playful glare on her face. Slowly, she crossed her arms and turned towards her.
"What? Did you honestly think that you would do anything worse than perfect? Please, Hannah. You have been "tweaking" on that painting for weeks now."
"Ah well. I guess you're right. Let's go get our stuff. You're dad will be coming soon, right?" Hannah asked as the two walked back into the school. "I was asked to your brothers party today."
"Oh, by who?" Lila asked, as she opened her locker door to get her things.
"Your brother." Hannah said, as she opened her locker as well. She cringed when she heard Lila drop her book on her toes.
"What?" Lila asked, before focusing on Hannah. "Ow! Crap, that hurt." She said, when she realized that she dropped her books on her poor toes.
"I said no, of course. He must think I'm an idiot, like he would actually want to go anywhere with me." Hannah said, as she closed her locker and helped Lila pick up her books. "But, I did say yes to Michael. He's a guy in my art class. Are you angry?"
"No, of course not. But, why do you want to go to the party still if you said no to my brother?" Lila asked, her friend.
"No reason. I still want to go to the party. You know, I'm celebrating early fort he competition." Hannah lamely said to her.
"R-right." Lila said in a doubtful voice.
When the two got to the front of the school, they looked around for the limo that normally brings Lila to school. After a few minutes, of waiting Lila took out her cell and began to dial her father's number.
Before she could get the chance, a black Jaguar R-Coupe' pulled up in front of them. The windows were up and the music was blaring inside the car. Lila rolled her eyes while Hannah widened her eyes. It was black and had a sleek body; there was a moon roof on the top of the car.
"This is the most beautiful car I have ever seen in my life, Lila." Hannah said, while she stared at the car.
The windows rolled down and all of Hannah's dreams were smashed to the ground. Dylan's head leaned slightly down and he smiled to Hannah. "Can I offer you ladies a ride?"
Hannah was about to tell him off when he cut her off, "Don't bother. Dad's not coming to pick you up, he called me after school got out."
Lila and Hannah looked at each other before biting their tongues and opening the passenger door. Lila scooted in the backseat while Hannah sat in the passenger seat.
"You need to go down 2nd .." Hannah started giving him directions, before he cut her off.
"I already know where you live." Was all he said, before turning his attention to the road in front of him. The rest of the ride was quiet. In no time at all he pulled into the apartment complex and stopped the car.
Lila got out first and Hannah shut the door after her. She was about to walk away but she stopped. Slowly, she lowered her body to the open window. Dylan was just watching her, waiting for her to say something.
"Thank you for the ride." Hannah said. As she pushed away from the car, she heard him call to her. As she walked to meet up with Lila, she thought to herself.
"You know, maybe he's not all that bad."
"I'll see you tomorrow Art girl. I look forward to stealing you away from Art Boy." He said before pulling out of the driveway and onto the street.
Hannah glared at the beautiful car and mentally smacked herself in the head with something hard, "Then again, maybe not."
With a sigh, she trudged up the walkway to walk with Lila to the door. As she opened the door, she was enveloped in a huge hug that knocked her down to the floor. Lila could only watch with surprised eyes as an older looking Hannah tackled her best friend to the ground.
"I told you it was a boy! A boy with a very nice car. Ha ha, mother is always right." Allison exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. After a few minutes, Allison collected herself and stood up to greet her friend. "Hi, you must be Lila. I'm Allison, it's nice to meet you."
Lila looked from Hannah to her mom and back again. "Did you plan the bruise?" She asked as she pointed to their cheeks.
"Nope." Hannah said, as she picked herself up off the floor. "God, did you have to tackle me?"
"It wasn't a tackle. It was a hug." Allison said, defending herself. "So, let's get this show on the road."
At that, Allison stood between the two girls and began to drag them to the elevators. Lila didn't really know quite yet what to think of Hannah's mom. But, she was sure that this would be a weekend that she would never forget.
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Saturday morning and afternoon passed quickly, leading to the night. Hannah was nervous … again. You see, due to Hannah being a study-holic, this would be her first "party". Her first date with a guy, heck her first outing with her best friend.
Allison was stressing because this was her first party as a mother waiting for her child to come home safe and sound. But, she was happy that she could experience this in the first place. She was probably needed at the hospital, helping a new case. But Cuddy told her to not worry about it.
"How come you aren't in knots?" Hannah asked Lila, as she looked over at her friend.
"Parties are normal at my house. If it's not my brother, then it's my parents. I normally just stay in the study.
The two were startled out of their conversation by a blinding flash. "Ok, that was the surprised one! Now for the planned one, this is the first party candid photo." Allison said, while taking more pictures of the two girls.
"Mother! Cut it out!" Hannah whined. She was about to tell her off when a doorbell was heard. Allison squealed in delight, while Hannah just rolled her eyes and Lila was the one to get the door.
Allison stopped just in time to see her daughter's date. Something touched her the wrong way about the boy. Sure he was nice and polite, he even shook her hand and talked to her for a few minutes. But, there was still something.
Hannah hugged her goodbye and she nodded her head to 'Michael'. On Lila's way out, she touched her elbow lightly and looked at her in her eyes. A silent message was spoken between the woman and the girl as she followed behind her best friend.
"Don't worry. I won't let her out of my sight." Lila said before smiling up at Allison. Allison nodded her head and stood at the door. Once the doors shut, she let out the deep breath that she was holding.
Allison watched her daughter go and prayed that she was wrong. All she could do was hope and pray that everything would turn out ok.
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Hannah and Michael walked towards the mansion together while Lila followed them with one of Michael's friends. True to her word, Lila stuck close to Hannah. Of course, she dismissed 'the friend' earlier on.
It was apparent to her that Michael was not what he seemed after he tried to lose her twice in the crowd of people that were partying in the house. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Michael offer a drink to Hannah, which she refused.
'Good girl.' Lila thought to herself when she saw Hannah shake her head 'no' at the offered drink. She turned her head slightly from the couple to look towards the living room. There, on the couch was her brother making out with a tall brunette. He glanced up to her and waved before returning to the brunette in his lap.
Hannah looked up at Michael and smiled shyly. It was the third time that he had offered her a drink. She was beginning to get fed up with this and about ready to go home. It was hot and stuffy inside the house and she was ready to go outside.
"Are you hot?" Michael asked her.
"Yeah. It's a little stuffy in here." Hannah said as she fanned herself with her hand.
"Why don't we go outside? I'll go over there to Lila and get some water for you." Michael said as he led her out to the patio.
Hannah was slightly taken back by this. After all the offers of alcohol, he finally got the hint. She could trust anything given to her by Lila, and if he was going to her that would be fine. "Thank you. Some water would be great."
"Ok. I'll be right back." Michael said, leaving her to go and 'search' for her friend. As he left, a slow smirk appeared on his face. It seemed it was time to set his plan in motion. He took a detour and went to talk to his friends. On the way he went to a table and got a glass.
It took no time to find a bathroom to get some water from the tab, and it took even less time for the little white pill to dissolve in the water. Then the fun would begin. You see, Michael was an art major. Now, normally he would never have bothered Hannah but the bitch needed to be taught a lesson.
For two years Michael had been trying to paint a painting good enough to get in the competition. This year he would have if Hannah hadn't entered. So, if he couldn't ruin her chances in school. Then, he would take out his frustrations and anger on her.
All he needed now was for the guard dog to be taken out of the picture. But, that would be easy to take care of. That was why be brought Travis. While Travis kept Lila busy, the party would start. He emerged from the bathroom and nodded to his friend, who proceeded to make his way over to where Lila was keeping her post.
Michael emerged from the house and on to the patio. When Hannah looked up at him, she smiled brightly. It was the smile that almost undid him; he almost wanted to back off his plan. Almost. So, he handed the glass to her and watched he drink it all down.
Hannah drank the water and sighed. In the back of her mind, she seemed to recall that the water was warm and didn't taste right. But at that moment, she didn't care. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." Michael said, putting the glass down and holding his hand out to her. "Are you ready to go back inside and 'mingle'?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Hannah said, as she slipped her hand in his. When she did, she found it strange that her hand felt tingly. When he pulled her up from the bench, she couldn't seem to get her balance together.
"Are you alright? You seem a little woozy there." Michael said, feigning concern.
Hannah looked up at him and smiled softly. There was something funny here; her mind felt like it was taking a break. "I'm fine Michael. I just want to sit." She said as she moved to sit down.
Michael stopped her before she could flop down and he put an arm around her waist. "No, let's go somewhere else to sit down. Lila told me should was going to hang out with Travis for a little while."
In the back of Hannah's mind, this statement seemed off, Travis was not Lila's type at all. She seemed as interested in him as she was in sports. But, at that point all she could do was smile and lean on Michael for support.
"Ok, we can go chill out." Hannah said in a giggly voice. "But, no funny business!" She said as she poked his chest with her finger lightly. After she poked him, she put her hand in front of her face and stared at her fingers.
Michael took her hand lightly and smiled, "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it Hannah."
Michael smirked at her before turning his head and nodding towards Travis. By now, Lila had noticed that something was off and was coming this way. Travis, would stall her while he took Hannah some place private. Maybe one of the many bedrooms in the large house, the higher the better. By the time Lila found them, even if she had help it would be too late.
With Lila ..
When Lila turned back to Hannah and Michael she saw that they were gone. Distressed, she began to search for them. She began to walk out on the patio to go towards the kitchen and dining room when she saw them.
From the way Hannah was acting, she could tell that something was very wrong. As she walked towards the couple now leaving the patio, she looked at a glass sitting on the table by the bench were they were sitting.
She gasped and turned sharply when she saw a white chalky substance at the bottom of the glass. It became clear to her that Michael had drugged her friend. Now all that mattered was getting to Hannah in time.
Lila rushed to the living room to follow them but was stopped abruptly by a firm grip on her upper arm. She turned to the hand and followed it to the arm holding her tightly. It was Travis, Michael's friend.
"Let's leave them alone for a while. Your friend has just begun to warm up to Michael. We wouldn't want to interrupt them." He told her with a slight smirk on his face.
"By drugging her?" Lila said to him, while she tried to pull her arm away from him.
Travis just shrugged his shoulders and pulled her further away from Hannah. She could barely see them now. But, she could tell that they were to the staircase. In a daring move, she jabbed her elbow in his chest and stepped on his toes. When he didn't budge, she looked up towards his face.
The coldness in his eyes told all that she needed to know at that moment. Lila was in trouble now.
"That wasn't very nice, Lila." Travis told her, as he was raising his hand slightly.
It happened so fast; Lila didn't even have time to think about anything. His hand raised and then the back of it came slamming down on her cheek. Stars flashed in her vision and she was tossed away from him. He didn't let go of her arm though, so as she was pushed away from him. His steel grip kept her from falling.
A pulsing shot through her cheek while a sharp twist was applied to her upper arm. When she saw him begin to pull her up to him again, Lila began to fight back once more. She thrashed and tried to get away. One more loud slap to the same cheek and she was seeing stars once more. Through the haze this time though, she heard a loud voice.
"Hey, what's going on over here?" A voice yelled, making Travis let go of Lila and back away from her. Lila flopped on the ground and gripped her cheek lightly. Footsteps came towards her in a hurry and she looked up to her savior.
It was one of her brother's friends, Jacob. She always thought her was a jerk but now he was the closest thing to a knight in shining armor that she had. He helped her to her feet and swore under his breath.
"You're going to have one shiner tomorrow Lil, you might also have a sprained elbow." Jacob said, checking her arm. He was surprised when she took her arm and looked up at him.
"Where is my brother, Jacob?" Lila said, in a slightly scared voice. She was on the verge of tears and she hurt all over. She had to get to the one person who could help Hannah now.
"In the den with Heidi or Holly, one of those .." He started. He couldn't finish before she was gone, in a flash of brown hair.
Lila ran through the kitchen and the living room to get to the den. She pushed people out of her way and tears began to run down her eyes. She had to get to Hannah and she was in pain. Dylan always knew what to do; she just had to get to him in time.
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Hannah did not register when they stepped into the room. She just felt a comfy surface under her body. She didn't her the door close and lock. But, she did feel when Michael came to close to her. The bed she saw laying on dipped down as he leaned over her.
Hannah's eyes were sluggish and she could barely move her arms now. Something was wrong and now the slight tremor of fear was beginning to enter her drug filled haze. When she felt his hands on her arms, she began to try to move.
A deep sounding chuckle came from above her. "You can fight it all you want. It won't get you anywhere. That's the drug. You see, Hannah." He said as he turned her face to look at him. "You will remember everything here but you won't be able to do anything about it. Consider it a congratulations for winning the Art competition."
Hannah tried to pick up her arms and push him away again but didn't even manage to budge him. Her arms flopped down on the bed, exhausted. Her eyes began to tear up as the truth became clear to her. She was going to bed raped and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
His hands were again on her as he began to unbutton the buttons of her shirt. Her sobs were muffled due to the drugs that she had been given. Her arms were no longer responding. Michael quickly slipped her shirt off as he began to work on the straps of her bra.
As the terror was unfolding in the upstairs bedroom, a young girl was searching for the one person who could save this night. She just didn't know it yet.
Downstairs in the Den
Lila almost wanted to cry when she saw the spiky hair of her brother. She cradled her arm to her as she limped towards her brother and the brunette on the loveseat.
Dylan was engrossed in the girl above him when he looked to the side and saw the battered form of his sister. In a flash, he pushed the girl off his lap and on the floor. In two strides he was in front of Lila. She almost collapsed in his arms and worry flooded him.
"What happened? Who did this too you?" Dylan asked, barely able to contain his rage at the treatment of his little sister.
To Lila the pain was almost becoming too much to bare but she had to make sure that he knew before she passed out. "Later, later." She managed to say. "He drugged Hannah, gave her a pill .. took her .."
To Dylan it became aware as to what was happening. Lila was going in and out of consciousness as he shook her lightly. "Come on Lila, where did they go? Where did he take Hannah?"
"Stairs. He took her up the stairs, one of the bedrooms." Lila managed to say before blacking out. Her arm was swollen and her right cheek was already turning into a nasty bruise.
"Lila, Lila!" Dylan jousted her awake, "You might have a concussion, you need to stay awake." Dylan said as he saw her eyes open and looks at him.
"You have to help her Dylan." Lila said before trying to close her eyes again.
"Give her to me. I'll keep her awake." Came the voice of Jacob who held out his arms to him. "Go find the other one. I'll call an ambulance for them."
Dylan nodded his head and passed his sister to Jacob. Before leaving he took another look at her. As he walked in a blind rage through the crowd towards the stairs, he completely ignored the brunette that he left on the floor. He had to find Hannah and fast.
He took the stairs three at a time and began searching the rooms on the second floor. He interrupted plenty of couples. He even interrupted his own 'girlfriend'. It didn't register in his head, even when she flew to the door to stop him from leaving. One look told her to back off. For once, the blonde listened to him.
In the midst of coming up the opposite hall of bedrooms he stopped. Michael wouldn't have taken her here. He would have gone higher; in order to make sure that no one would find them in time. Dylan swore out loud before taking off in a run to the stairs one more time. He just hoped that his wasted time didn't make him too late to help her.
In the Bedroom
Hannah cried louder now as she lay on the bed in just her white cotton panties. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she turned her head away from him when he tried to kiss her. Angry with this, he slapped her. This made her sob louder.
Aggravated with this, he backhanded her harder. Hannah blacked out for a few seconds, long enough for Michael to strip down to his boxers. As he reached for her thin hips, he felt her start to clinch them together.
In a bruising move, he gripped her thighs roughly and pulled them apart. Just as he was about to continue, he heard a loud banging on the staircase. Hannah cried out, making him put her hand firmly over her mouth to muffle the sobs.
When the footsteps grew softer, he removed his hand and smirked down to her. "Almost busted, huh? Now, where were we?" He asked as he began to start again. Hannah cried and began to give up home when a loud bang came from the door. The door shook of its hinges and it made Michael leap off of her. One more bang and the door floor open to reveal Dylan. The fury in his face made Michael step back and away from his work on Hannah.
"How dare you touch her?" Dylan shouted as he stepped towards a stunned Michael.
"Why are you so angry? It's the only thing you wanted to do to her as well." Michael said, gathering what little courage he had left.
Dylan just roared and lunged towards him. Two punches knocked Michael on the floor, but it wasn't enough. Anger fueled him forward and he was sure that he would kill him, if it wasn't for a sob that came from the bed.
Dylan stopped his raised fist and looked to the bed. A wave of guilt and remorse came to him. He was by her side instantly. Now, any other time that he would think himself lucky. Being in a room with a half naked girl and a bed. He could just imagine an embarrassed, red-faced Hannah trying to cover up with everything in the bed.
But this time was different. This girl was special and she didn't deserve what had just happened to her. He quickly bundled her in the sheets and pulled her in his arms. Her face was brushed badly and her lips were slightly bleeding. He kept waking her up but she was going in and out of consciousness. Dylan just hoped that whatever drug the guy gave her didn't cause an allergic reaction.
As he left the room, he began to carry her down the stairs bridal style. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could see the front door open and the red and blue lights from the ambulances. The paramedics had secured his sister to the first gurney and were loading her in the first ambulance.
The paramedics met him as he approached the door. A crowd was gathering around and Dylan fought the urge to scream at them. Instead, he turned towards one of his friends and told him that the party was over. As his friend left to spread the word, the paramedic caught up to him.
"Do you know anything about her condition? Name?" The paramedic asked.
"She's 16. No 15, her name is Hannah Lannister. Her mom works at Princeton Planesboro, Dr. Cameron I think." Dylan saw the medics eyes widen and look down at the young girl. "She was given something, and she was almost ra .." Dylan found that he couldn't finish the rest of the statement. He just looked at the man in front of him. The message was sent.
The paramedic quickly spoke into the receiver attached to his collar. "We have a possible drug overdose. Probable rape victim, 15-year-old female, a major to minor concussion. Victim is unfocused and is slipping in and out of consciousness. Contact next of kin: Cameron to the ER immediately."
The Paramedics rushed Hannah to the ambulance with Dylan following close behind. "I'm going with her." He stated, looking at the man.
"Get in the back."
At that the pair of ambulances left the mansion and were in route to the closest hospital, Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Unknown to her, Allison Cameron was about to be placed in the most terrifying position in her life.
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House sat in his office, slightly cursing his luck. Wilson was in his office, finishing paper work for his newest patient. Foreman sat in the conference room and slept. It was about midnight and they were all bored. No patients in the ER, it was dead. Unfortunately for the trio, they were about to get an immediate wake up.
Cuddy rushed in, jousting the two men. "You need to go to the ER now!" Cuddy said, with a most serious look on her face. "15 year old Female, possible rape victim. She is unconscious, possible OD!"
Foreman didn't need to be told twice, he was up and getting his coat on immediately. House of course, sat in his chair and ignored her. Fed up, Cuddy stalked to his desk and slammed his paperweight hard on the surface. Foreman jumped and House almost leaped out of his seat.
"Damn! What on earth is the problem!" House yelled, "Foreman can cover a rape victim. A 15 year old shouldn't be at that type of party anyways."
By this time, Wilson had come in the office to see what the commotion was. He made it in time to see Cuddy scowl at House.
"It's Hannah, House." Cuddy said, in a low voice.
Wilson and Foreman paled, while House's eyes went ice cold. His face-hardened and he stood up from his desk. As he limped out of the office, the others began to follow.
"Wilson, with me. Cuddy don't let anyone and I mean anyone touch her! Keep her alive but leave the rest to us." House barked orders. Cuddy took her que and for once, left to do what House asked of her. "Foreman, please bring Dr. Cameron here."
"But." Foreman started.
"Now Foreman! If she gets in a car and gets herself killed because you didn't pick her up, you're job will be the last thing you have too worry about losing!" House said, as he yelled at Foreman in a calm and serious tone. Foreman looked too shocked to speak but walked away just the same.
"House, what if?" Wilson started to ask, terror filling him as he thought of the possibilities.
"I will not allow it." House said, looking at Wilson straight in his eyes.
The two men rode the elevator to the ER, praying for the best. Wilson praying for a miracle and hoping that what Cuddy said, was incorrect. House, praying that he could, for the first time in his life, save something precious to him. He would die before he let Allison down this night.
Cameron Apartment 11:45 Pm
Cameron listened to music in her bathroom. It was her "Enya" bubble bath time. The soothing tones and the hot water soothed her frazzled nerves just a bit. It was about time for Hannah and Lila to come home. Then this first night would be over. After about 3 hours of what ifs and having to hide her keys so she didn't go to the mansion to check on them, she was ready for the night to be over.
Thankfully, her phone had not rang the entire night. She felt her heart would stop if it did. Sighing, she got out of the tub and began to drain the tub. She turned to shower and to wash the soapy water of her body before stepping out of the tub.
As she cleared the fogged up mirror, she looked at her reflection and smiled slightly. Slowly but surly, her complexion has returned. She no longer looked like the living dead, the bags were no longer under her eyes. But, the sadness still lingered in her eyes. That, hopefully would go away with time. No more House, no more pain. That was her motto now.
It wasn't working so far. Every look he gives her, the ride on the motorcycle, hearing that he rejected Stacy, His fake "Confession" to her. Everything hurt now, but she would overcome it. After all, she had a purpose now. She was a mother and now had a love that no one could take away from her.
Allison smiled one more time and stepped out of the humid bathroom. She took the phone with her and laid it on the bed. Stepping into her closet, she slipped on a gray tank top and a pair of navy blue flannel shorts. As she stood in her closet, she began to braid her now wavy hair in two French braid pigtails.
In the midst of her last braid, the phone rang. Her breath stopped and her heart began to race. Tears began to collect in her eyes. She approached the ringing phone like it was a snake, getting ready to strike her.
Gathering her waning courage, she picked up the phone and drew a shaky breath.
"H-hello." She stuttered in the phone.
"Allison Cameron?" The voice on the phone questioned in a soft voice.
"This is she." She said, knowing the tone of these phone calls. She looked at the caller id and saw the number to the Planesboro ER. The tears began to fall now, she knew why they were calling before they even continued.
"Ma'am you need to come to the ER immediately.." The operator advised
"Is she alright?" Allison asked in a teary voice. She already knew they wouldn't tell her over the phone but, her logic flew out the window the moment the phone rang.
"I can not disclose that information over the phone. Come to the ER and you can talk to the attending physician."
Allison didn't even respond, she just laid down the phone and went looking for her keys. She was crying and couldn't see straight. In the process of finding her keys, which took about two seconds. She stubbed her toes, maybe broke them and ran into the dining room table four times. She could feel bruises beginning to form on her hips and thighs from the bumps. She even turned into the wall a few times, rebruising her cheek. The pain was ignored, she didn't have time to worry. Slipping on a pair of flip-flops, she didn't even grab a jacket as she left the apartment.
She was already almost to the sidewalk when she realized that it was freezing outside and she didn't lock her apartment. In her haze, she dropped her keys three times and tripped twice. She was scared, she was crying and her heart hurt. The last time she felt this was when she left her the first time as her brother's house, to build "their" future. The thought of Hannah leaving her now, terrified her and made her weep more. When she made it to her car, she fumbled with the keys. She didn't notice the car pulling up to her, didn't notice Foreman come towards her.
Foreman swore when he realized that she was standing in the freezing cold in a tank top, flip-flops and a thin pair of flannel pants.
"Cameron?" Foreman called to her. When she didn't turn her head, he began to worry. "Allison!"
Foreman stopped her hands and turned her to him. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy. Her hair was still wet, probably from a bath. She seemed to be in shock.
"Come on Allison. I will drive us to the hospital, you can't drive." He calmly told her. She put up a small fight before obeying him and letting him put her in the passenger seat. "Don't worry, House won't let anything happen to Hannah. It will be alright."
As he watched her in the corner of his eye, he noticed that she was shivering and staring out the window. His car sped to the hospital and hoped that House lived up to the potential that he knew he had.
Until next time ..
Now: The medical terminology stinks and why is that? I am not a doctor or a writer either. Just a math major trying to get a semi decent story out. I hope everyone still keeps on reading .. I promise everything will be fine and good time are on the way