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Chapter Fourteen

Cameron paced House's office one hand running through her hair the other swinging madly out to the side as she thought out loud.

"There must be someone, I'll get tested, and you can get tested. I'll call my family and they can get tested." House sat watching her from behind his desk his cane twirling between his fingers. He tried to interrupt her.

"Cameron."

"What about your family? And Johnny, of course he will want to be tested, yes, and, and, and…" He had moved around to face her and had stopped her in her pacing; she looked up at him with fear in her eyes and whispered. "God House." He looked down at her sternly but spoke softly.

"You know who the best match is, without even tests being run Allison." She shook her head slowly, tears filling her eyes but not falling.

"I can't, I can't put her through it Greg. She's only a child its too much to ask, and its dangerous."

"It would be more dangerous to wait for us to find someone else who matches him." He lifted his cane under her chin and tilts her chin up so her eyes meet his once more; he bends his head slightly so he's looking directly into her eyes. "You know it's the right thing to do, Lilley can save Chris. There's no better match than a twin Allison, you have to ask her."

Cameron nodded, her head felt heavy, she brought a hand up and wiped her eyes to dry them. She didn't see his hand come up and slip around her waist pulling her close to him. She responded and wrapped her own arms around him holding on tightly. Her face buried into his neck she breathed in his scent. Little did she know he was doing the same.

His face buried into her hair breathing in deeply, inhaling her sweet smell. It was moments like this during the past few months, these private moments where they could be with each other, sheltered from the dark presence that haunted them, plagued them day and night. These snatched precious moments are what kept her going and what made him realise that he had to keep going, he couldn't run this time.

He was involved, he had fallen deep and he had come to realise that in such a dark existence they were his light. After a few minutes stood there they moved to the big comfy chair behind his desk, House sat first and then Allison sat on his good leg.

Neither of them knew how long they sat there holding each other but before they knew it the sky had turned an indigo blue and the hospital had quietened around them. Allison sat up, taking her head from his shoulder and looked at her watch and said in a hoarse voice.

"Its ten to ten."

"Cowboy time." She looked at him puzzled and he widened his eyes and said. "Ten to ten ten to ten ten to ten ten ten! William Tell? Jeeze." She shook her head and smiled a little.

"Sorry, have no idea what your on about."

"Ah well, listen, you better get back to.." He was cut short as both of their pagers went off. Both looking simultaneously then jumped up and ran/limped back to Chris' room. A very frantic looking nurse at the end of the corridor greeted them along with ear piercing screams.

"We don't know what to do Allison, she's out of control." Cameron nodded at the young nurse and ran past her into the room. House looked at the young nurse and raised an eyebrow.

"She?" The woman nodded and House lifted the cane and pushed her roughly out of the way following Cameron.

Allison rounded the corner to the room and was shocked by what she saw. Lilley was being held in the air by two nurses and she was kicking and scratching at them trying to get free. Her screams filled the room and her tears ran straight from her face to the floor, Allison stepped forward as House entered the room; she tried to speak but couldn't be heard over the screams.

"NOOOO! WAKE HIM UP! YOU'VE GOT TO WAKE HIM UP; HE'S GOING TO DIE! LET GO OFF ME!"

She was hysterically repeating these words over and over, one of the nurses, an old women who Allison remembered enjoying working with turned to them.

"We've gave him something to help him sleep, he was in pain. She's gone crazy since she found out." Allison nodded and stepped forward and raised her voice.

"Lilley. Lillianna. Listen to me!" She turned and looked at House for some help.

Nodding his head slightly he stepped forward and stood directly in front of the screaming girl, blocking her view of her brother. She stared at him her breathing heavy and the tears still falling. Before he knew what was happening she had launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

He stumbled at the extra weight and cursed under his breath. Allison stepped forward concerned but he shook her off. With one hand on the back of Lilley holding her up and his other grasping his cane so tightly his knuckles were turning white he moved rather slowly from the room.

Making his way outside he breathed in the strong, cold night air and began to shake. It took him a moment to figure out that the shaking was coming from the little girl on his shoulder and that she was now silently crying.

Sitting on a bench he took a few deep breaths and rubbed his leg, fishing in his pocket he pulled out the bottle of vicodin and was about to take a couple when he heard a small voice.

"Don't." Turning to look at his daughter she brought her head up off his shoulder just as her mother had done moments before, with the back of her hand she wiped at her tears. "Don't take them."

"I have to. I'm in pain!" She fixed him with a glare that was so like the one her mother would have given him, the glare that plainly said, you're an addict. He sighed and grumbled. "You just threw yourself on me, that caused me a lot of pain, now I have to ease it ok?" She shrugged and he took two and then mumbled quietly. "I'll cut down."

She looked down and nodded. "Good." Looking up he fixed her with a glare and nodded his head toward the hospital.

"You want to tell me what happened in there?" She shook her head and he rubbed his leg more willing the painkillers to kick in and spoke to her in a voice he used only for her or Chris. "You know the nurses were only helping him, he needs to sleep so that he has enough strength for the treatment they have to give him to make him better."

She sniffled. "But he's not getting better."

He took a deep breath in and shook his head. "Not at this moment he's not. But there is something that will make him better."

"What?" She looked at him eyes wide with hope.

"What?"

"You."

He explained in the simplest way he could how she could save Chris, she nodded along with him and occasionally shivered due to the cold, despite him having given her his coat once more. He then stared at her a hard stare and said softly.

"Your mother knows that it will hurt, it will be painful Lilley, but it's the best chance we have. And, no one is going to make you do it; it's your choice. We can always put ourselves down on the donor list. You don't have to do it."

Lilley was quiet for a moment before she looked at him and rubbed her arms.

"It will hurt?" He nodded and she sighed. "But it will save him?" He nodded again and she joined in. "Then I'll do it."

He smiled a rare smile at her; this part of Lilley was completely Cameron. It was something she would do, not him, he was scared of pain. Had too much of it, was too familiar with it, he hated it. He looked back at the hospital.

"Ok. Ready to go back?"

She looked at the hospital nervously.

"I'm scared. I hate seeing him that way, I keep having nightmares he's going to die, go to sleep and never wake up." House was silent for a moment before nodding.

"Me to."

I am so sorry it took me so long to get this up.

I've just started back at college and was settling in.

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