"Cameron?" a voice said, waking Cameron with a jolt.

"I.. Uh.." she said in a disoriented mumble, trying to see in the blinding light coming in through the window. Eventually, her eyes adjusted to the light and she began to understand her surroundings. She was sitting at the table in the meeting room, looking up at Foreman who had a concerned look on his face.

"Cameron, have you been here all night?"

"Uh..." she tried to remember... "Yes, yes. I was worried about the patient, I came back to see what I could do..." She remembered her frustration of the night before... She quickly glanced across the room and found that the broken coffee pot and its contents still decorated the floor.

"Well, you don't look so good, maybe you should take the day off. Don't wear yourself out... Go home. I'll take care of things here," said Foreman, looking her over.

"No! I couldn't possibly go home today. I have to care for the patient! She needs us so badly right now!" Cameron protested.

"Okay, okay," said Foreman, "but why don't you go down to the restroom and wash your face or something? Get some coffee from the cafeteria, take some time to relax. You have really been on edge lately; you don't have to work so hard."

"Foreman, there is a girl in this hospital dying! We have to help her, I can't take time for myself right now!" Cameron cried, outraged. How could he ignore that poor girl?

"Cameron, Cameron, calm down," Foreman said soothingly, "There is nothing to do right now. Sometimes we just have to wait. I promise, if anything happens I will let you know right away."

"I'm so tired of waiting," cried Cameron, "I just want things to happen..."

"Cameron, I mean it. Take a little time. I will be here watching her. It will be okay."

Cameron made her way down to the locker-room. She always kept some grooming items in her locker along with an extra change of clothing, for messy emergencies. She had assumed she looked a little tired, but when she saw herself in the mirror, she was stunned. Mascara was smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks. Her hair was all over the place, and she suspected she had a bit of an odor.

She opened her locker and took out various products. She gently washed the mascara from her face and reapplied her make-up. She brushed through her hair and put it back up, and, being sure that no one else was in the room, she changed her clothes and applied some deodorant and perfume.

She sighed, wondering how she could care about how she looked right now. There were so many more important things going on.

"I should probably get some coffee and head back," she thought, heading for the door. As she reached it, though, it opened.

"Cameron!" Wilson said, shocked.

"Uh, hi, Wilson. I was just heading out. Uh.. See you later, I guess," Cameron looked away from him and tried to get out the door, but he blocked it.

"Cameron," he said sternly, "how long do you plan to keep this up?"

"Wh-what? I'm sorry, but I really have to go!" She pushed through him and rushed down to the cafeteria.