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Author's note: I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I've been really busy so I didn't have time to type it down. And it's a little short too. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. They mean a lot. Anyway, enjoy!

CHAPTER 3

Chase flicked on the light in his living room and sat on the couch. He didn't even bother to turn on the television or take off his jacket. He was thinking about what happened today. The thing with Cameron shook everybody. Even though they didn't admit it out loud, but he knew that everyone who knew her was shaken up. It may not be serious, he thought. She wasn't injured physically. But she wasn't the same person. She lost her memory and they had no idea if she would ever get it back. The worst-case scenario would be that the hospital would lose a great doctor, House would have to find someone else to replace her, again, and Chase himself would lose a friend.

Yeah, Cameron was a great friend to everybody, despite how annoying she could be sometimes.

He still wondered how it happened, why it happened. Foreman had gone to talk with the doctor who was in charge of Cameron's case, Dr. Malone, he guessed. The story he'd told Foreman was straightforward and reasonable, but it wasn't satisfying. Not to Chase, anyway.

The thing was Cameron was running in a park. It was her day off so she didn't get home so late as she usually did, and she had time to take a run. However, it was dark, probably around eight pm. or something, and it was starting to rain. The path was slippery and she couldn't have seen very clearly. So, he figured, as she was running, she might have tripped over a rock or a tree root, or just tripped over herself because of the rain, and hit her head. She was lying on the ground, probably unconscious already, for a while when a man walked by and saw her, then brought her to the hospital.

The story made sense all right. The only thing that bugged Chase, ok, things, were that the fall couldn't have been so hard, it shouldn't have caused something as serious as memory loss, and the Cameron that he knew was always a cautious woman. Why would she go running after dark? It was so unlikely that he sometimes felt that the whole thing was just a big joke, and someone would jump out at him from around the corner and shout 'Gotcha!'

Before he left the hospital today, he dropped by Cameron's room again just to say hi. She was sitting up on her back watching the television. Two days ago, they'd made sure that she got one of the better rooms in the hospital, which means one with the television. When she saw that it was him, she straightened up. Her eyes lit up and her lips broke into a grin like a person wandering around in a party full of strangers delighting in seeing a familiar face. Such a look made him smile too. It was only later that he came to realize that it was the kind of look Cameron, the old Cameron, would never wear for him.

"Hi," he'd said. "I just wanna drop by before I leave." He leaned himself against the wall, hands in his pants pockets. "So have you seen your doctor yet?"

"Yeah, Dr. Malone. He came in today and told me that the CT scan came out fine," he nodded for her to continue. "There's no internal bleeding, no fractured skull. I'm physically fine and I should be able to go home soon. Except that I still can't remember a damn thing about my life, which didn't seem to bother him in the very least," she ended with a sigh.

Chase let out a small laugh. "Some doctors care, some don't," he said.

She cocked her head to one side, a gesture so sweet that Chase would never dare dream of seeing Cameron do in his presence. "And what kind am I?"
Hearing her question, he rolled his eyes. "You care way too much." He thought about all those times Cameron'd let herself get emotionally attached to patients, and how each time turned out not very beautifully for her. Yes, she cared. And unlike him, she did it for real.

"Then I guess we're in the same category," she said with a smile.

Chase couldn't help but laugh at that. An optimist. How Cameron. "Don't overestimate me," he said as he moved to sit down on a chair beside her bed.

They fell silent for a while. He was quietly, secretly, studying her. She looked pretty, as she always did, and surprisingly innocent. The Cameron he knew was full of stress and thoughts, but this Cameron seemed so relaxed. Well, not absolutely relaxed, of course, since she was still struggling with amnesia, but relaxed in a way that she wasn't dwelling on other people's problems or obsessed with trying to make the world a better place.

"Do you think I'll get it back?" she asked, snatching him back from his analysis.

"Get what?" he blankly asked back. Only the second the words were out of his mouth that he realized how stupid they sounded.

"My memory," she replied. "Do you think there's a chance that I'll ever remember anything…again?"

"Honestly?"

She looked at him gratefully, if there was anything she did not need right then, it was sympathy, then took a deep breath, obviously preparing her self for the worst. "Yes, honestly."

On a normal circumstance, he wouldn't lie to Cameron, and he definitely wouldn't lie to her now. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the answer too. "I don't know," he said, realizing it for the first time.

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