Chapter 3

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Rating M

Cameron had planned a trip to Europe. She had and upcoming two weeks off and it was the perfect time to fly out. She wanted to go so badly, just the idea of having the time to get out of her own head attracted her and no one could have stopped her from going. That was until someone did. Thirteen. This fragile, still unconscious, beautiful woman made her stay without ever saying the words.

Cameron was daydreaming. She was trying to picture what it would be like to be with a woman. She was so concentrated on gathering that image that she almost missed the tiny twitch of Thirteen's fingers. She snapped out of it and looked at the hand.

When nothing happened she looked at Thirteen's face. Nothing. What are you doing Cameron, you're a doctor. Just look at the monitors. She glanced at the monitors expecting it to have been just her imagination. It wasn't.

"She's awake. She's waking up." She said to no one in particular.

It had been four days since Thirteen had been admitted into the hospital and four days since Cameron was able to get a semi-normal amount of sleep. She had come in to watch over Thirteen on the first day and only left for coffee and a few bathroom breaks.

Thirteen slowly, but finally opened her eyes. The days light seemed to intensified and it was hard for her eyes to adjust from four days of pure darkness. She raised her bandaged hand to block the sun form her face. She immediately put her hand down she the stinging pain of broken bones traveled up her arm. She felt her other hand being covered in something warm and decided to investigate. She looked at her hand and as soon as she did Cameron let go. Thirteen started to miss the comforting warmth. Who is she? What happened?

"Thirteen? Can you hear me? You're in the hospital. How do you feel?"

Cameron helped Thirteen sit up as soon as she noticed the strain that Thirteen's broken ribs were causing her. Thirteen tried to smile, but with her bruised face it came out looking more like an awkward frown.

"I feel like I've just been hit by a Truck. What happened? Why am I in the hospital? Is my mother here? And why did you call me Thirteen?"

Cameron stared at her with her mouth agape not knowing where to even start. Clearly she doesn't remember a thing.

"Right. Umm. Remy, how old are you?" That was the only question Cameron could think of to see just how bad Thirteen's amnesia really was.

"What do you mean? I'm 18. I was supposed to start med-school in a week. How long have I been here? Is mom here?"

Cameron spoke up.

"Remy, you're not 18. You're 28. You've been hit by a car, you have amnesia." She noticed that Thirteen was ready to jump out of the bed and make a run for it. "I wouldn't advise moving either. You have several broken ribs; they haven't had the chance to heal. Lay back down. You had multiple surgeries; your body needs the rest."

"Ok. Wait no, not ok. I'm not 28. Where is my mom!" Remy was nearly shouting.

Cameron went back to holding Thirteen's hand. It was the only type of comfort she could give the young doctor to prepare for the worst news yet.

"Remy, your mother died a year after you started med-school. She died of Huntingtons, the same disease that House made you check yourself for…. Remember?"

Thirteen's hands were beginning to shake.

"She died? But she couldn't have her tremors weren't that bad yet and the doctor said she was getting better. Who's House?"

"House, is who you work for right here in this hospital. You are part of his diagnostics team. You were my replacement after I left."

Unwillingly, Cameron yet again let a tear slip as she looked at Thirteen's confused face.

"But…that can't happen. I can't be missing 10 years of my life just like that. I can't remember anything. Ugh! Fuck this. I have to go home!" Thirteen said as she started ripping all of the monitors off of herself.

"Stop right there!" Cuddy walked into the room and Thirteen stopped what she was doing.

"You're not going anywhere. Not in your condition. Remy you've been hit by a car. You need to heal first, everything else comes second. Only after that happens will you be free to go."

"Umm…Excuse me, Dr. Cuddy? She has amnesia and no family left, how could you just release her after she's healed. She's missing ten years of her life; you can't expect her to just go." Cameron explained.

"You're right. That is why when she leaves she will be staying with you until she either regains her memory or is adjusted enough."

Thirteen couldn't take anymore.

"WHAT! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE AND YOU ARE MAKING MY DECITIONS IN FRONT OF MY FACE? IF IM REALLY 28 LIKE YOU CRAZY PEOPLE THINK I AM THEN I SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE MY OWN CHOICES!" Thirteen spat through her tears.

"Remy relax. It will only be temporary. Once Dr. Cameron hands in your report that shows you are doing better then you may go back to your own place. Until then, I'm holding your position in diagnostics. You may be able to get your job back if you regain your memory. My word is final." With that Cuddy exited the room.

Cameron who had moved away and had been standing by the window walked back up to Thirteen. She tried to embrace Thirteen and to let her know it would be ok but Thirteen shoved her away.

"Get away from me. You might know me, but I no longer know you. I don't even know myself anymore. I'll stay with you until I'm better. Don't expect that to take long"

Cameron looked at her sadly. "Of course Remy." She was sure that she could feel her own heart being torn apart so she ran out of the room leaving Thirteen all by herself with nothing but her own thoughts.

"What is her problem? Why me? Why was she holding my hand when I woke up? She's pretty I'll give her that…but that does not give her the right to touch me. The way she looked at me was as if it was supposed to mean something to me. Did she? No, I don't want any of this. My mother is dead. I'm apparently ten years older than what I think I am. How could all that time just be sucked into a black hole and vanish. Fuck! What did I do to deserve this? And why did all of my worries start to fade when I was holding that doctors hand?" Thirteen mumbled to herself.

Her mind was racing. It was all too much. Too much for one day, too much for one hour, too much for a life time. She felt exhausted and never noticed that she was drifting into a deep sleep.

AN: I am so sorry for these very short few chapters but it felt right to cut off at that point in time. Also, I know that Remy's mother died when she was a lot younger than 18, however, this little change seemed to better fit the story.