An now, time for some comic relief :)
When Alison said nothing she tried again, "Cameron... Alison, you need to tell someone. It's not healthy, keeping it all bottled up."
"I-I don't think I can, it's too soon..." she said, trailing of as she started to re-live her last encounter with Chase, the one that was responsible for her lying in the hospital bed.
"Bullshit," she said, startling the young woman at her crude language, "you need to tell someone. And, since you don't really have anyone else, you might as well tell me." As she spoke Alison knew that nothing good would come from the conversation, her gut told her not to trust Cuddy, and her gut was usually right.
"Maybe in a few days," she said, thinking on her feet. She needed to give Cuddy a reason to leave, something wasn't right. "It's too raw at the moment."
Seeing that Alison wasn't going to tell her in she conceded, "fine," she said, "I'll be in my office if you need me, don't hesitate to ask for me." She smiled sweetly at her before leaving the room. Effectively leaving her alone with her thoughts. Thoughts she didn't want to be left alone with... she wondered what Wilson was doing, maybe she could get him to visit her.
James Wilson was having a bad day. He didn't usually have bad days, but when he did, they were the ones you hoped never to get.
When he woke up this morning he realised that his alarm hadn't gone off, the only saving grace was that he had an internal timer. Thankfully that little setback didn't make him too late, he was only a few minutes behind his usual schedule. The next thing that happened was his car wouldn't start, that problem was a bit more troublesome than getting up a few minutes late, but it was resolved by calling for a taxi to pick him up, and take him work – he didn't have time to figure out why the car wouldn't start, he was already a little late. That wasn't too bad, just a bit costly, but not the worst thing that happened so far. When he eventually got to work – the taxi got stuck in traffic – he discovered, much to his displeasure, that in his rush to get ready this morning, he had forgotten to put underpants on.
If asked, he wouldn't be able to answer how he had forgotten to do something so basic, something he had done for the whole of his life – except for his early years when he didn't know what underpants looked like as they were nappies. It was like an embarrassing childhood dream, he just hoped no one would try to pull his trousers down. Not that he thought anyone would... well for except House that was, if he knew then there was no guessing what he would do with the knowledge.
The last part of his day that had decided to go wrong was something that was outside of his control. He ran into House a little while ago and he had told him – more like yelled at him – that Cameron was in the hospital because of Chase. When he first heard the news had been sceptical, Chase would never hurt Cameron, he loved her. But House had, surprisingly, taken the time to explain to him what he had seen and heard. James was on his way to visit her now.
He saw Cuddy approaching, and he was about to say something when he hear her muttering under her breath. James caught snippets of the conversation she was having with herself when she passed him.
"Stupid bint, doesn't know when to take help provided, I bet-" she stopped as soon as she realised who she was passing, gave him a small smile, then carried on up the corridor muttering to herself.
He carried on walking towards Cameron's room, a puzzled expression resting upon his face.
It was easy to say that Gregory House hated clinic duty with a passion. Snotty nosed, noisy kids who didn't know left from right complaining to him that 'they had an ache in their tummy' was not how he wanted to spend his day. Especially when Alison was lying in a hospital bed on the other side of the hospital, after being beaten up by her psycho ex-boyfriend. But, he reminded himself, he only had 42 minutes and 22 seconds left of clinic duty before he was free to go.
"Next," he called.
To rest his leg he had propped the exam room door open with his cane. Sure everyone could hear other peoples diagnosis's, but at the moment in time he couldn't quite bring himself to care.
"I said next, " he called again when no one appeared in the doorway.
An old man of about 62 walked into the room, and then sat down without an invitation. Not that House would have given him one, he just found it interesting to see if people had manners or not, and in this guys case it was a not.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked in his most 'professional' voice.
"Well doc, I seem to be having a bit of trouble down there," he said, pointing to his lower regions.
"What kind of 'trouble'," he said, making the air quote signs around trouble in his usual 'Housey' manner.
"Well, ah... you see-"
"Oh get on with, some of us don't have all day," yelled someone from the waiting room.
"He's impotent," yelled another.
Taking pity on the man House decided to have a little fun, and yell something back, "to the two guys who just interrupted this man, get out of the clinic, I wont be seeing you today. And, if you don't leave this clinic in the next two minutes I will botch every extremely painful medical test I will put you through, and bill you for all of them, just because I can. Anyone else want to say anything?"
The grumbled groans of a few people reached his ears and he smirked, then turned back to his patient, prescription pad in hand.
"A prescription for a few little blue pills is what the doc is ordering. Enjoy!" he said as he scribbled something down and handed him a piece of paper. The old man smiled gratefully before tottering off to fill his prescription, and hopefully make some woman happy.
What an exciting life he led.
Just a quick little AN, if you have read this story before I went back and re-edited all of the first four chapters so they read much more easily now. I'd recommend checking them out again, wink wink ;)
