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Chapter 5: Useless
Cameron felt absolutely useless around work. All should could do was help in the diagnosing stage which didn't last long. She couldn't talk to the patients, she couldn't help with procedures. She was paid to sit around and do nothing. But after a long time of working her ass off, no work was hell.
Chase entered the lounge and found Cameron laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "What are you doing, Cameron?" He asked.
"Counting the dots on the ceiling," she replied, numbly.
"I was about to check on the patient, you want to come with me?" He offered.
She sat up straight and looked at him. "What's the point?" She stood and walked over to the counter for coffee.
"The point is to help the sick. You are a doctor."
"I mean, what is the point of me coming?" She asked, not bothering to look at him. "I'm injured, I can't do anything."
"It's never stopped House."
"That's different, House is stubborn."
"And you're not?" He paused as she shot a dirty look over her shoulder. "You can still work. You can be another grumpy injured like House."
She wheeled around, anger coursing through her veins. "I can barely tie my own shoes let alone perform an operation! So why don't you just leave me alone to rot in the diagnotsitcs lounge, okay?"
Chase was speechless. "Allison, I didn-"
"You know what? Forget it. I'm going home." She stormed past him and out of the lounge.
House, who had been standing outside of the lounge, watched her as she stomped off and then went into the lounge. "What'd you do to piss off your girlfriend?" He asked.
Ignoring the comment, Chase said, "I showed sympathy."
"Now you see why I never do that," he replied, sitting on the couch.
"She went home."
"Well, go get her."
"What?"
"Rule number one of love, kid, always go after the girl."
"I don't love Cameron."
"Sure you don't. Just go."
Cameron grabbed a can of beer from her fridge, trying to wash down all bad feelings. She tried to pry it open but the can slipped from her arm, crashing on the floor and exploding. "Dammit!" She yelled. She bent down to clean it up, stopping when there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute!" She called. Rushing over to the door, she yanked it open to reveal Chase. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I wanted to see if you were okay," he replied.
"You couldn't care less. Stop lying."
"House wanted me to come check if you were okay."
"Now I know you're lying."
"You just seemed mad. I wanted to know why."
She gestured for him to enter and stepped back.
He wandered into the kitchen, spying the spilt beer. "Having issues?" He asked.
"You want to know why I was so angry?" She replied.
He turned to look at her. "That's why I came, isn't it?"
"I don't know why you're here but I know why I'm mad."
"Then why?"
"You are acting like this thing is nothing, like it's something that can just be fixed in one day. The difference between me and House is that he can still use his leg. I can't use my arm." She pointed to the kitchen floor. "I can't even open a can of beer. I'm completely and utterly useless. And the fact that you don't even realize it hurts."
Chase looked up at her. He could see that she had just poured her heart out to him.
"You got what you wanted, now go."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you're still mad."
"What do you want from me, Robert?" She snapped. "Do you want me to tell you that I'm going to be okay? That I'll be Mary Sunshine when I come to work tomorrow? You're only fooling yourself." She held open the door, indicating that he was supposed to leave.
"If you want me to go, then I'll go."
"Go."
He nodded and walked out of the room, Cameron shutting the door behind him.
AN: Hm… I wonder what all that was about… Anyways, please R&R!