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Chapter 5: Cameron and Her Personality
Cameron woke up almost startled, she looked around remembering she had fallen asleep. "Good morning Sunshine." House said cheerfully, hobbling into his bedroom. Cameron groaned and closed her eyes again. "Wake up sleeping beauty, you have to run home and change." He shook her shoulder gently.
"Alright, I'm awake." she said slowly, sitting up. "Thanks for lending your bedroom to me."
"Not a problem. I would've shared it with you, but in fear of an angry wallaby. . ."He started, with a chuckle.
"Damn it. I forgot to call Chase." She jumped out of the bed, looking for her shoes.
"I called him last night, he kept watch on the girl." Said House, watching her with an amused grin, she pulled her hair into a messy knot.
"Thank God." she whispered leaning her head on the door frame.
"Your welcome." He responded
"Thanks House." She said before running out of the room.
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Cameron made it back to the hospital only twenty minutes late, freshly showered, placing a smile on her face and she walked into the diagnostics room.
House was sitting on his chair innocently bouncing his ball on the floor, Foreman was reading a file, Chase wasn't in the room. "Good for you to join us." said House, with his gleam in his eye. She rolled her eyes.
"Where is Chase?" she asked taking her seat, on the left of Foreman.
"He is in the shower." answered Foreman, not looking up from the file in his hand.
"The results are in." Answered House, throwing a paper at her.
"What results?" Asked Cameron, reading over the paper. "She's allergic to penicillin?"
"I ran the stick test, came back positive for Penicillin. I ran a tox-screen-it had traces of it in her system." Said Chase walking in the room, standing behind Cameron. "There hasn't been a reason to give it to her." Opening the file in front of Cameron. "Its written here that it was given to her last night at 7:28 by you. . . . . ."
"That's my name, but that's not my signature." Said Cameron slowly, Chase placed his hands on her shoulders, "I didn't even get the test done last night, let alone give her penicillin."
"I'm not saying it was you, you were at my apartment by 7:30." Said House, watching the couple with interest. "I'm just pointing out that your theory is becoming more and more realistic. Did daddy dearest leave last night?"
"Yeah about twelve thirty." Answered Chase. "She slept until four a.m. I took the tube out about an hour ago." He shrugged.
Cameron got up and started to pace. "I'll be back." She ran out of the room.
"What's with her?" asked Foreman, looking up from the file for the first time.
"She is still sick." Said House standing up and heading in the same direction as Cameron. "I'm going to see Cuddy." Leaving Chase and Foreman in the room.
"So." Pressed Foreman. "How was your weekend?"
"Alright." Said Chase. "I took Allison to her sister's wedding in New York."
"Ah, an excuse for sleeping with her." Foreman teased.
"We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean." Said Chase in defense, looking at Foreman aghast.
"Like I believe that." Said Foreman under his breath.
"Really, she hasn't been feeling well lately. I spent the entire weekend trying to keep her calm." Chase smiled.
"That sounds like a great weekend, it would be like stopping a train." Chuckled Foreman, "Where did she go anyway?"
"She said she'd be back." Chase said slowly, then checked his watch. "That was ten minutes ago." The two looked at each other and ran out of the room.
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Cameron walked into Cambree's room, the beeping monitors were the only sound in the room. She sighed and turned around, becoming face-to-face with Brent Jordan, he wasn't alone. The doctor he had been hanging on was behind him.
"Allison." he said in a husky voice.
"Its Doctor Cameron." she said firmly and wrote down Cambree's vitals, her back turn from Brent. He got closer to her, she could smell his aftershave. "Please back away, Mr. Jordan."
"What? Don't you like having people in your personal space?" He growled. "What happened to my wife's file?"
"I don't know what your talking about." She lied, the other doctor huffed.
"She's lying, Brent." came a high pitched voice from behind the two.
"I asked you not to read it, that's breaking the law." He said, roughly turning her around, hands not leaving her arms.
"It pertains to your daughter's case and its medically relevant, thus its legal for me to read it." Said Cameron, her voice strong.
"I hope you have a damn good lawyer because if my daughter needs a new liver, your ass is mine." He said squeezing her roughly, she could feel herself bruising under his touch.
Cameron began to grow angry. "Mr. Jordan your daughter is allergic to penicillin, the more that is injected into her system, the more likely her liver is to fail." She said her voice remaining level, she glared at the doctor.
"Your the fucking doctor, your job is to save her, not kill her." He screamed. "And your blaming me?"
"We are doing everything in our power to save your daughter, but injecting her with penicillin and god knows whatever else has been injected into her system, isn't going to help. . ."
"I didn't do this to my daughter." He yelled, shoving her into the wall.
"Well, your little blond over there can write prescriptions, she gave it to you." she nodded in the direction of the woman, whose face had a frown.
"Don't bring her in to it, she isn't the fucking moron that is making my daughter sick." He screamed again.
"When they find out about this, her license will be taken away and you won't get any money from malpractice suits." Spat Cameron. "You met Miss Barbie and cheated on your wife, then you killed them to be with her. You thought you could get away with this. . ."
"Stop!" He wailed, face growing red.
"You made a whole bunch of money of your wife's death, how else could you afford riding lessons.. ."She said again.
"You bitch." He yelled, turning her around, shoving her into the glass wall and it shattered under the new forced weight.
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Chase and Foreman ran down the hall in search of Cameron. "She wouldn't confront him, would she?" asked Foreman.
"I hope not." Said Cameron as there was a scream and shattering glass in front of them. Allison Cameron was laying on the floor among the shards of glass. "Allison!"
"You help her, I'll take him." Shouted Foreman.
Chase kneeled next to her. "Allison, talk to me." He gently tapped her shoulder. "Come on Ally." Leaning down to listen to her breathing sounds, she was breathing softly.
"What the hell?" said Cuddy, running over to the commotion, House did his best to keep up and stopped next to his injured duckling.
"We need to move her," He said, motioning for a nurse to bring a gurney. He felt for her pulse, and his hands went to her abdomen. Both the head of diagnostics and the intesivist lifted her gently on to the bed, on her side. Pulling her into a random room. "We need to get her on 60 milligrams per minute of folic acid now."
Chase looked at House as if he had grown a second head. "What?"
"Get an IV and do it now." He said firmly, "I'll explain later."
Chase did as he was told and inserted the needle into her right arm, her left arm was obviously broken. As he hung up the bag a small voice came from behind him. "Chase?"
"Allison, Thank god." he said pressing his lips forcefully to hers.
House put on some gloves. "Chase, help me get her top off." The two men helped her sit up and House grabbed the scissors and began to cut her lab jacket off, her shirt and her camisole. "Lets get this glass out of your back." Chase stood close to her front, as if to keep her modesty, and she innocently laid her forehead on his chest. "Its not as bad, I knew those jackets were good for something. Though this one needs stitches."
Cameron bit her lip, to stop a cry of pain as Chase touched her arm. "We are going to need an x-ray." He said softly.
"No." Said House, not looking up from his stitching.
"Her arm is broken, we need to isolate the break so. . . ." Fought Chase.
"No, let me finish this, and I will get to her arm." Said House, trying to remain patient. Cameron gave a yelp of pain. "Sorry."
Chase pulled her hair out of its clip and ran his fingers through her hair, and she buried her face deeper into his stomach. She was cussing under her breath.
"Last one." muttered House. "How are you feeling Cameron."
"Peachy keen, jelly bean." She said sarcastically, it was muffled by Chase's shirt.
"Any pain in your abdomen?" questioned House
"No." responded Cameron.
"Good, all finished." Responded House. "Now lets get this arm looked at." He came around in front of her and began to touch her arm, examining it for breaks. "Ulna is fine, Radius is fine, its just the metacarpals. Must be from the impact of the fall. This is going to hurt." House grabbed her wrist and gave it a firm snap, sending the bones back into place.
"Son of a bitch." said Cameron. Chase kissed her on the forehead.
"All set." Said House with a chuckle helping Chase put a gown on her. "Pun was intended. Chase splint it, I'll be back."
Chase nodded. "How are you feeling?" he asked beginning to wrap her wrist.
"Like I flew through a window." She said and immediately grew quiet. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asked not looking up from his wrapping job.
"Your angry with me." She whispered. "I was only checking on Cambree, he came in..."
"I'm not angry, just worried about you." He said placing a hand on her cheek. "It scared the hell out of me seeing you in that glass."
"I'm sorry."
He kissed her softly on the lips. "I've waited a long time kiss you again." He said once breaking the kiss.
"Why didn't you?" she asked with a smile.
"Because we promised it wouldn't happen again. . ." He started but was interrupted by Cameron kissing him.
"Promises can be broken." she said out of breath. There was a tap at the door, it was Foreman.
"Chase." He said. "There are some people here to talk with you."
"Alright. I'll be back Allison." He said kissing her one last time, and exiting out the door.
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House walked into Cameron's room not long after Chase left, pulling an ultrasound cart with him.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Making sure there are no internal damage." He was lying and she knew it .Lifting her gown, he placed the cold probe on her stomach, causing her to flinch. "Finally I can confirm my diagnosis."
"What are you talking about." She said looking at the screen and she gasped.
"You Miss Allison Cameron are pregnant, judging by fetal development I want to say its nine weeks along?" He said. "But I'm not an obstetrician, you'll have to go see one of them. Your not allowed to wimp out on this like your HIV test."
"You knew I was pregnant before today didn't you?" She asked as the nurse placed a wristband on her uninjured arm.
"Yes, I've been watching you. Nausea, Fatigue, stealing Chase's lunch, emotionally unsteady more than usual." Explained House.
"I didn't notice. . ."
"I know, I want you to get some rest, a lot of it." Said House. "I'm going to keep you here, until I'm positive your baby is fine."
"Thank you." was all she answered, pulling him in for a hug.
"Your welcome." He said almost awkward. "Your going to tell Chase aren't you?"
"You know that too?" asked Cameron, releasing him from her grip.
"Yes, its not that hard to tell, considering you have that boy wrapped around your fingers, and that wasn't just a friendly kiss between friends." Teased House. Cameron blushed a deep crimson as Chase walked in. "Chase, I've got something to show you." The Australian noticed the ultrasound machine sitting in the corner. House again took the probe and placed it on Cameron's belly. "That Chase, is your baby."
"Baby? I didn't know you were pregnant." He said in shock, taking her hand in his.
"I didn't either." She answered, almost unsurely. "I mean, I should've considering I haven't been feeling well, certain things missing. . ."
"Its going to be alright." He said as if all his medical training had left him.
"Fetal heart rate is at 160, its a little fast for 9 weeks so I'm going to send in an OB/GYN just in case. You are not allowed to leave this bed, until I say so." Said House, standing up and he left the room.
Cameron struggled sitting up, looking at Chase who was standing at the door, looking in the direction that Houses went. "Are you angry?" She asked in a small voice.
He turned around and in three steps he was at the bed, taking her uninjured hand in his. "Not at all, its like running into a brick wall that my life is changing so fast."
"Changing in a good way?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes Allison." He said, capturing her lip with his. "I couldn't be happier, I just wish you weren't the patient."
"Me either, this hurts like hell." She said, bringing a smile to his face.
"We need to talk about this when you get out of here." He said, placing a hand on her stomach
"I know." She responded as House returned with Cuddy, Wilson and Foreman in tow. Chase helped her lay on her uninjured side and he sat behind her, his hand resting innocently on her waist.
"How are you feeling, Allison." Asked Wilson, with a look of worry.
"I've been better." She said, trying to be positive. "How is Cambree."
"In a drug induced coma, that doctor had put her under right before you walked in. She is being watched by child services, she is going to need a new liver." Explained Cuddy. "Mr. Jordan and Miss Condor is in state custody for the time being. When your feeling up to it, we need to get your statement."
"Not today, she's had way too much excitement." Said House, almost protectively. "I'm going to keep you here for a couple of days, the OB will be in tomorrow to look you over, I'm going to prescribe prenatal vitamins for you to take."
She nodded weakly. "Why would she need that?" asked Wilson. "Unless she's pregnant."
Eight pairs of eyes came on to both Chase and Cameron. She buried her face into her arm,hiding a blush and nodded, Chase smiled.
Foreman smiled and placed a friendly hand on Chase's shoulder. "Congrats, you two." He said despite Cameron just flying through a window.
"Oh god." said Wilson.
"The baby is fine, the OB is just going to her first prenatal exam and as a precautionary." Said House. "She just flew through a window, don't want anything to happen to this little one."
"Since when do you take precautionary?" asked Cuddy, almost shocked.
"She is my patient and my favorite duckling." He said just to annoy Cuddy, "Don't believe me, its on her wristband. Dr. Gregory House."
"I don't think I've seen you care so much about anyone." Said Wilson astonished.
Cuddy was about to retort when Chase spoke up. "She needs to rest, not to listen to you three bicker." Cameron had her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. "Thank you, House, Cuddy, Wilson and Foreman for caring, but come back later."
House gave a smug smile and ushered them out of the room. "I do believe you both owe me a hundred dollars."
"That was rigged, you knew she was pregnant." Said Foreman.
"What?" asked Cuddy, as Wilson placed the money in House's hand.
"Foreman, you lost. Pay up." said Wilson. Foreman glared at Wilson, handing House the money.