Addiction

"Wilson, nice to see you." She lied, inwardly cursing the man before her. He nodded.

"Can I come in?" He asked. She looked at him incredulously. Of course he could come but did she want him to.

She stepped away from the door so he could enter. He took four steps, just enough so the door could close.

Idiot.

"Cameron, about today." He started. Her eyes widened.

Please don't say knife.

"It seems we had a little collision and I received this in the process." He pointed to his bandaged arm. Cameron's eyes widened. Surgical knife.

"What in the devil were you doing? And with what?" He asked. Cameron looked at him for a moment. He sure as hell wouldn't buy the tweezer bit like Cuddy did and he was smart too. Damn.

"I'm sorry Wilson, but I don't think I caused that." She replied. She was walking in a tight rope here and hopefully Wilson will be as gullible as Cuddy. She would give anything for Wilson to believe her, she couldn't let on her secret.

He looked at her in such a strange way that she knew he had somehow found out. But that was impossible unless Cuddy took her seriously.

"Cameron, I think it happened then." He said firmly, trying to get any bit of information from her. She nodded.

"Could have been, but how are you so sure I had something that could have cut you? Sure it wasn't something else in that hall? It is pretty full most of the time."

Wilson just kept looking at her with this look that said 'Are you kidding me?' But he didn't say anything more.

"You're probably right, sorry to bother you Cameron." And he let himself out. Cameron sighed heavily and looked towards the bathroom. It was calling her name. Like in a trance and Cameron couldn't stop to think not now, for she was being sucked in.

"But I have to."

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The next day wasn't easy. She had two withdrawals and one of them when House was present. Being under the watchful eye of the older, more experienced, doctor made her shiver inwardly. He could spot the withdrawal a mile away. She tried controlling her breathing.

"Something wrong, Cameron." It wasn't a question, it was a statement that House knew something. She looked up only to see dark blue eyes staring at her. Dark blue eyes trying to read Alison Cameron like a book. She scoffed, making his eyebrows raise.

"Getting feisty over there? I know just how to take care of that. Come to my office and we'll play doctor." He said, slapping a grin on his face. Cameron nodded.

"Or instead of playing doctor, you can be a doctor and try to do your job." She filed through the last stack of mail.

"But I guess that is to hard for you now isn't it?" She asked, not really caring if he replied. Instead he pouted.

"Oh but mommy I was doing my job, I was seeing what was wrong with my rubber ducky. You know you're the one, Cameron." She rolled her eyes.

"Please."

He gave one of his fake laughs.

"Well since you asked politely." He got up and hobbled to the door. But not before turning around and giving Cameron one final look. It was rather odd to Cameron and she couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say but the thought didn't last long for he was out in the hall away from her. She smirked. Finally.

She jumped up from the chair, almost knocking it over. Today she was prepared. Her own little tools wrapped neatly in her purse ready to be used. She smiled as she thought of where she would cut today, planning the size in her mind. She was pleased with herself, staying in control like this. She hurried from the conference room to the bathroom but to her surprise it was full. Damn it. She had to find somewhere else to release. Then she remembered what House normally does. Sneak into coma patients rooms. If she picked the right room there was a chance she wouldn't be disturbed.

So her she was, practically running down the hall, to a coma patient's room in dire need of a good cutting session, shaking out of her mind. And when she found the perfect one she had a grin from ear to ear. Setting the purse on a chair, she fumbled through it trying to find the scissors. They, to most, a harmless to have in a purse. Questions would arise, yes, but it was much better that hiding a razor in there. She was careful.

Cameron took the scissors in one hand and uncovered her hip. It was, after all, one of her favorite spots to cut. This place was...

She shook the thought away with tears in her eyes, the blade slid across her flesh but she wasn't done.

"Cameron."

It was a whisper in her ear and she could swear someone else was there with her but she didn't take the time to check for she was crying now and just wasn't satisfied. She needed to do it again. So Cameron placed the blade on her hip for the second time, in between two not-so-old cuts half way through when she heard him, yelling at her.

"Cameron."

And she imagined him laughing at her like he did. Laughing and shouting her name. She looked up at the door and he was there. She wanted to yell back and say nasty things like she should have but she was drawn to another problem. She looked back at her hip and saw blood streaming down her leg all over her pants. She felt light headed and wanted to puke but she didn't, she kept cutting.

"Cameron!" He yelled. This time when Cameron was going to tell him to fuck off she noticed something.

It was House.

And he sure as hell looked angry.