sweetgreuy: Thanks ;-) , V-Fib is when the heart stops beating, it shows up as a straight on the heart monitor. (if you want scientific reasoning e-mail me). I voted like 20 times on the fox pole lol!
foxaddict226: Aww thanks, I hope I can make you proud :-).
LittleDragonfly23: Enjoy!
SapreAude: Lol, thanks, I hope you enjoy this chapter; it's not as dramatic.
ShannonRose: Hehe you've found my secret, the only reason he sounds really like House is cause I tend to be on the snarky/ rude side too. I am not sure yet how big of a part Wilson is going to get, but I am open to suggestions.
Tiflissa: No tears please, and if it's any consolation, your review helped make my day better. (cause I am a review addict ;-) ) I also agree with a suffering House, but I'll aim for a semi-happy ending, the word sux as it is we don't need sadness in our fantasy world too.
kdip4014: Thanks, enjoy!
Colonelheather: Thanks! Here is the next part.
Boys Don't Cry: He won't be as dramatic in this chapter, but hopefully just as snarky.
Psycho Strider: Heart attack eh?? Good stuff (not for you ;-P ). Lol hopefully this chapter won't look too bad compared to the last one.
Disclaimer: Nope still don't own it.
Just a heads up on this chapter, I got the idea listening to snow patrol's "Eyes open". Hope you like it. (Sorry if I offend anyone with the swear words, this chapter just needed some).
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The Gift Of Sacrifice
It had been almost 3 hours after the scene in the operating room, and House could still feel his blood boiling at how easily he'd almost lost her. For all her knew she could still crash at anytime.
He moved his chair as close as possible to Cameron's bedside. Slowly letting down the side bar, he made sure that the IV lines were all untangled and with extreme care he picked up her slim hand and brushed his thumb along the protruding veins. Laying his head down on the side of the bed, he listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and felt his eyes drift shut with exhaustion.
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He was standing in a dark room, but his eye picked up movement on his right. He watched as the gunman fired the bullets into Cameron's body over and over again. It was as if he was in a cinema watching a really bad movie set on constant replay.
He could see Cameron falling to the ground, the pain filling her eyes, and her screams, God her screams pierced his innermost being. His body shivered with the horror of the scene in front of him.
"It's your fault, IT'S YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU HOUSE!!" screamed a bleeding Cameron.
Shocked, House gently shook is head sideways, "No! I am sorry Cameron, I am so sorry. You weren't supposed to get involved in this. Shit! Cameron I am sorry, please forgive me!"
"Never! Never… my blood is on your hands. My blood is on your hands House."
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House came awake with the shaking forcefulness of his nightmare, knowing the truth his nightmare conveyed. Her blood was on his hands, she'd saved his life even when it didn't deserve saving. The magnitude of his actions hit him like a drunken truck driver. He'd slept with a married woman, and Cameron would never forgive him; she thought of marriage as sacred. Even after his backassed attitude towards her, she'd thrown herself in front of the bullets that were meant for him.
"How! I don't understand! Cameron why the hell would you do something so stupid? There is no such thing as stupid love, so don't even tell me it's because you love me. Hell, no one is stupid enough to risk their own life for their boss. Cameron if you think you're getting a promotion out of this you've got another thing coming."
He wasn't going to apologize and give her a reason to let go. He needed her here to keep him straight, if nothing else, to protect everyone in his life from his bitterness. He would talk to her, make fun or her, yell at her, but never be outwardly kind.
So many things could happen if she woke up. She went too long without oxygen; there could be brain damage, motor loss, and so many other horrifying possibilities. Cameron would need his snarkiness to recover, and he was willing to store it up now so he could give it later in excess.
With saddened eyes House could see that his little rant was placed on deaf ears. Throughout his entire episode Cameron hadn't even blinked. With a sudden feeling of pent up anger, House slid his chair back with so much force that it flew across the room banging into the nurse that walked in to take Cameron's vitals. With new determination, House decided to have a talk with the gunman.
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Slamming open the door to the gunman's room, House saw the man handcuffed to a chair and he appeared to be snoozing. Raising his cane above his head like a sword, House brought the curved end hard on the gunman's knee.
With a booming voice House said, "Wake up you son of a bitch. Wake up to face your worst nightmare."
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