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Chapter 11: Hospital
Cameron's eyes opened slowly. Her eyes took in the view around them. She was in a hospital room.
Foreman came into the room, carrying a clipboard. "You're awake," he said, looking up.
"What happened?" She asked, groggily.
"You tried to drown yourself in your bathtub. Thank God Chase and House were there."
She sighed. "Where is Chase?"
"He's with House in the diagnostics lounge. He thinks that it would be conflicting intrests if he was dealing with you."
"Can I see him?"
Foreman shook his head. "He doesn't want to see you."
Her eyes welled up with tears. "Why?"
"He said, and I quote, 'I don't want to deal with someone so unstable that they try to kill themselves.' End quote."
Cameron pulled her knees up towards her, pain coursing through her veins. Swinging her legs over the edge, she stood, clutching onto the nearest thing to her.
"Cameron, sit down!" Foreman insisted.
"I have to talk to Chase!" She continued towards the door, her legs weakening with every step.
"No, what you need to do is sit down."
As she took another step, her leg crumbled beneath her. Luckily, Foreman got ahold of her before she hit the floor.
He helped her up and laid her back down on her bed. "Don't try that again or I will restrain you," he said.
"Whatever," she muttered. She turned onto her side, pulled the blankets over her body and curled up as if she was trying to keep warm.
Foreman went into the lounge, somewhat disturbed by Cameron being his patient. House was watching an episode of General Hospital and Chase was involved in one of his crosswords. Foreman sat down next Chase, silent.
"She's awake," Foreman stated, breaking the silence.
Chase looked up at him before going back to his crossword. "How's she doing?" He asked, plainly.
"She wanted to see you."
"Did you tell her that I don't want to deal with her?"
"Yeah, and she didn't take it well." He paused as Chase nodded for him to go on. "She tried to get up and come here. She could've really hurt herself."
"Her fault."
"She's your friend! And you don't even care that she nearly died?"
"Because she tried to kill herself!"
"It doesn't matter! She's obviously vulnerable right now and you can make her feel better if you just see her!"
"I can't deal with her!"
House's cane slapped the couch between Chase and Foreman. "Ding, ding, ding! End of round one! When will this little lover's spat end because I'm getting bored."
Foreman stood. "Doesn't matter, I'm going to go check on her."
"I'll go too," House said, following him out of the lounge.
Cameron looked up as the door slid open. "It's just you," she muttered disappointedly at the sight of Foreman and House.
"Hey, you're hurting my feelings," House whined.
"You have feelings?" Foreman asked.
"Well, no, just thought it was a good thing to say," he replied.
"Where's Chase?" Cameorn asked.
Foreman looked at her. "He still doesn't want to see you."
Cameron once again swung her legs over the side and stood. "I take it he's in the lounge."
"Doesn't matter, Cameron," Foreman insisted. "You're not going anywhere."
"Like hell I'm not!" She screamed. She slowly walked towards the door.
Foreman's arms latched around her abdomen, trying to pull her back to her bed.
"Put me down!" She screeched, kicking as hard as she could.
"House, a little help!" He yelled.
House grabbed a syringe from a nearby tray , took off the cap. He walked up to them slowly, trying not to get kicked. "Hold her still!"
"I'm trying!"
"Let me go, Foreman!" She continued screaming.
The door slid open once again and Chase entered this time. "What the hell is going on?"
"Trying to sedate your girlfriend," House snapped.
Finally, Foreman gained control, giving House a chance to inject her with the sedative.
"Chase!" She yelled, tiring out. "Why don't you stop refering to the mysterious savior as a separate person and step up to your past?" Her body slumped over as she passed out.
Foreman laid her unconcious form on the bed and shot Chase a dirty look. "Happy now?" He snapped.
AN: Poor Cameron. Anyways, please R&R!