A/N: So, it has been years since I wrote the original of this. For some reason though, I wanted to continue with it. Currently I have so much school work that I am doing and so much writing to do…well I needed a reprieve. So, I figured I would work on this a little more and then maybe it will help me in writing about Hamlet or various mundane topics forced upon me. So, here we go. Writing style may have changed slightly since I was 17, but I am still with this. Anyone ready to take the ride? I am aware that this goes back to season 2/3-ish. I am ok with it. Are you?

Cameron hurried into the diagnostics office. It had taken Wilson almost an hour to get her all patched up. There was a throbbing in her arm that the pain pills could not help. She had to suffer through.

"Today," she thought, "At least I won't have to cut. This hurts enough. This is real enough."

Sliding into her seat at the table, House caught her eye. "Cameron, my mail is not sorted. Coffee is not made and oh yeah, we've got some guy dying. Where have you been?"

"I had something to take care of in the clinic. But, don't fear. Coffee is on its way and I'll have the mail taken care of in just a second."

The sly smile on her face hid a painful truth. House just couldn't figure out why she was lying to him at every turn.

"Ok, she has an eating disorder." He thought, "But, what else is going on here? What is going on with her? Damn it Cameron get out of my head."

House slammed his cane down on the table. "Chase! Go get a history. Foreman, you're on clinic duty."

The ducklings quickly hurried out of the room. House sat and just stared at Cameron.

"You're creeping me out House. What do you want?"

He says "I want to know what you and Wilson were doing in the clinic."

Cameron replied, shocked, "Wait what did he tell you?"

He says "Nothing. You just said it all."

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House hobbled into Wilson's office unannounced as usual.

"House, what are you doing here?"

Before Wilson could think, there was pressure on his neck from none other than the tip of House's cane. He batted it away and said "House, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You have three seconds to talk Jimmy. Three seconds to tell me what is wrong with Cameron or so help me."

Wilson said "You'll what? You can't make me tell you what's going on with her. Doctor patient confidentiality."

"Cameron's your patient??" House replied.

Wilson said "I've said too much. Get out."

House yelled "Wilson, you can't just shut me out of this. Cameron is my employee. I need to know what is going on with her!"

Wilson responded "You need to ask her. If she doesn't want to talk, she won't tell you."

Wilson tried to hide a quick shudder going up his spine. The things Cameron told him while he sutured her wounds scared him to his core. He couldn't imagine how anyone could survive the life she'd had. Couldn't House just leave her alone? Couldn't he see that Allison was hurting and didn't need more problems? Damn. What was it with House? Why couldn't he just shut up sometimes?

As House stormed out of the office, Wilson picked up the phone and dialed. "Cameron, we've got a problem."