Withdrawel

She eyed the blade closely in her hands. It gleamed in the bright restroom lights making Cameron hunger for it even more. She placed it to her arm and sliced a long mark. It dripped tiny droplets of blood but instead of watching them race down her arm she hurriedly tried to wipe away as much of it as possible. She was at the hospital and couldn't take any chances.

And she knew she was right when Cuddy walked through the door. She greeted Cameron with a nod.

That was too close. She thought as she slid her sleeve down. A little too close.

"What's with the bloody surgical knife, Cameron?"

Shit.

She looked down at her hand where, indeed, the knife was still intact with her hand. Think, think.

"You know equipment isn't allowed anywhere else than where they are needed. So why do you have that with you?" She asked suspiciously. Cameron nodded.

"I'm sorry I had a splinter and couldn't find the tweezers." She replied. Weak. She'll never buy it. Cuddy looked at her for a moment.

"Okay. But next time come to me for tweezers, Cameron. I really wouldn't want to take one of House's pupils away from him," she said sardonically. Cameron smiled. Cuddy was to pissed at House to deal with her. Yet again House is House.

And as fast as she was in, she was out of the restroom. Satisfied, enough.

-----

"Well, House, if you did your clinic duty instead of Cameron, Foreman, and Chase, maybe Cuddy wouldn't get on your ass about everything." Wilson explained. House thought for a moment.

"It gives my ducklings something to do when we don't have a case. And if Cuddy really was on my ass I think I would enjoy. No wait I take that back," he threw a ball at the wall.

"House, just give it a thought will you? Clinic duty isn't that bad," Wilson ignored the last comment. Thud, thud, thud.

"What do you expect from a cripple like me?" He asked in a fake, innocent voice.

"Cripples don't watch soap operas in coma patients room to avoid Cuddy," Wilson retorted. House snickered.

"Ah yes the wrath of Cuddy. Has she gained some pounds? She looks a little fat."

Thud.

"House, really."

"Oh my God, Wilson. You're bleeding! You should probably clean that up," House yelled, but to Wilson it was in House's sarcastic tone. He wasn't buying it.

"Nice try, House. But you're not getting rid of me that easily." He said. House shrugged.

"You're right I don't really care, I just wanted to see the look on your face. But seriously, you're bleeding and I don't want it all over my carpet. My blood is enough for it." House looked at him for a second.

"What the hell did you do anyways? It's all over your damn arm." Wilson looked at his left arm and sure enough there was a long streak of blood from his shoulder to his elbow. He gaped.

"What the hell?!" He nearly yelled. House flinched.

"Only I can yell in this office, it is mine you know."

It looked like something had cut through his lab coat and when he pulled up the sleeve there was a long not-so-deep cut about 2 or 3 inches. Wilson gaped at House.

"Hey don't look at me. It's not like I'm a doctor or anything."

How did he get this cut? He tried remembering doing anything with in the lab that could have done this. Then a look of realization crossed his face.

"A crue, Raggy?" He asked in his Scooby-Doo tone. Wilson nodded.

"I think I got it from Cameron." He replied. House laid back in his seat.

"Is that so? Now why would my pretty little martyr do that to you, Jimmy? Show her affection for you?" He asked, but for his own pleasure.

"I don't know." Wilson replied, making his way out of House's office.

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It was almost time for her lunch break and Cameron wasn't that hungry. Instead she was going to clean the surgical knife and lay it back in it's resting place, almost as if it were untouched. As soon as she was done cleaning it and putting it back in it's original spot, she heard the door open.

She turned to find none other than House.

"Now what are you doing in here? Or are naughty girls in hiding not able to tell their secrets? Can I watch?" He asked. Cameron looked at him dumbfounded.

"Ah, just checking something for Cuddy." She quickly replied. House nodded.

"Oh, yeah, sure that's what they all say," he said but Cameron was on her way out the door and before he could yell for her to come back something shinny caught his eye. It was a disinfected surgical knife. He wondered what she was doing with that.

Interesting.

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"Stop it, stop, please!" She yelled but he wouldn't listen. He just kept chuckling while he tormented her. She cried and screamed for anyone to help, but no one could.

"Stop please!" She cried out once more. But he still didn't listened as he bit her breast.

"No." And the last thing she saw before she was blind folded was his deep, dark eyes.

But instead of brown, like usual, they were blue.

They were his.

And Cameron, once again, woke up in a cold sweat. Except this time it wasn't the dream but the sound of someone pounding at her door.

Someone like Wilson.